Chapter 2 ~ Kidnapped by you best friend
July 30th
Weeding the garden as usual, Harry's day didn't seem to want to get any better.
He would be fifteen years old tomorrow and to top it off, his birthday present from the Dursley's was of course more work!
If Harry could have screamed, he would have. It would be a tremendous relief to just let it all out, but
Uncle Vernon would surly kill him if he did. But the Dursley's weren't here at the moment; they found it to their great relief that Marge had invited them over for the week.
So Harry was left to do the entire house and yard work while and before they had their vacation and came home.
Although having to do all this, having the house Dursley free was more then Harry could ask for. With not expecting anything exciting to happen for the next few days, Harry received the greatest surprise.
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He felt as though he were being watched. Like the time Dobby was spying on him through the hedge during the summer before his second year.
Harry milled around to see if anyone was there. Only the back yard was empty.
Then he heard footsteps approaching. Still no one was there. This was giving Harry the major creeps by now. He heard a snicker. His stacker must think it was funny to watch Harry having a nervous brake down.
Who was doing this? Some stupid Muggle friend of Dudley's that wanted Harry to suffer more?
But he didn't have the feeling that it was. It was somebody else. All Harry saw was a flash of red hair, as he was taken to the ground.
"And the almighty lion pounces on the timid rabbit!"
Harry let out a grunt as he hit the ground. Gasping for breath, he rolled over to be looking at the red headed face of his best friend Ron Weasley.
"Ron?!" Harry managed to chock out as he slowly pushed himself up on to his knees. Before Ron could a muscle however, Harry tackled him to the ground and put him in a headlock.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Ron pulled away from Harry with the evilest grin spreading across his face. He let out a howl of glee and beat his fist against his knee.
"If only you could. hee, hee. have seen the look on your face!" Ron whimpered through gales of laughter.
Harry glared at his friend. How could anyone be so stupid?
"RON!" Harry shouted smacking his best friend upside the head. That shut Ron up for good.
"Sorry Harry. but it was too irresistible," he said sincerely and the look on his face proved it.
"Okay now answer my question"
"What question?" Ron asked dumbly.
"The reason you're at my place in the Muggle world?" Harry replied, shaking his head.
"Well I thought you might be lonely, so I took the Knight Bus here". Harry starred hard at Ron. He liked the sentiment, but what would Mrs. Weasley say about this?
"Does your mother know about this?"
"Hells no!" Ron shouted. "You know my mother better then that!"
Now that question was simply answered and it had only one possible outcome. Ron was dead meat. But the was something that no hope of the heavens could interrupt.
"Well I think you should go right back home. now!" Harry said sternly.
"You're beginning to sound like Hermione!" Ron scowled, crossing his arms.
"Well. before I go. you want something to drink?" He held out a small vile of a clear blue liquid.
"What is it?" Harry asked suspiciously. This seemed almost fishy.
"Fred and George's new concoction. it's supposed to turn your hair blue. But for some reason they wanted me to let you try it first". Harry took the vile and sniffed it. It smelt like blueberries.
* What the hell * Harry thought and drained the vile. For a few seconds nothing happened and then he felt like he was floating. Then he knew nothing as he blissfully like a blinding white light take him away.
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This was what Ron had been waiting for. Now that his best friend was now happily in la la land, he could do what he had come to do.
If Dumbledore wouldn't let Harry come to his place then he was going to kidnap Harry! Fred and George had come up with the idea to kidnap Harry and then made Ron go get him. Everything had been worked out. While the twins confiscated their rations, Ron had to carefully sneak Harry off Privet Drive. Their alibi. "We took him on a camping trip".
He left Harry sitting in the back yard. It's wasn't as if he was going anywhere.
Ron walked up to the back door of the Dursley's house. He tested the doorknob and was relived to find that it wasn't locked.
He entered the house; memories of the previous year came back. In the living room which was just adjacent the kitchen were he stood, was were he had first meet the retched Dursleys.
He remembered the look on their faces. A look of fear, putrid dislike and a fury he had only known Malfoy to show. Though he was glade he would never have to look at them again.
Ron crossed the kitchen, through the living room and into the hall where the stairs that lead to the upper floor.
Ron had never seen the inside of Harry's room before and he had to admit that his falling apart almost attic bedroom was ten times better.
~ No better then the broom closest he had before this! ~ Ron thought angrily. Then it came to him.
~ Are his relatives jealous of Harry? That's what it has to be! Their jealous that they don't not like us and cover it up!
~ Ron put all of Harry's belongings in to his trunk, then hoisted it up into his arms with Headwig's cage across it's top.
"If only I could charm this thing to be lighter" he snapped bitterly, leaving the room.
Once outside, Ron reached up to his neck and from underneath his shirt he pulled out a small silver pearl on a chain.
The Portkey he had gotten thanks to the twins. Taking a hold of Harry, who he had holding the trunk and birdcage (:Its possible:), grabbed hold of the pearl. He felt the familiar felling of being pulled upwards. It was only a matter of seconds Ron and Harry disappeared.
July 30th
Weeding the garden as usual, Harry's day didn't seem to want to get any better.
He would be fifteen years old tomorrow and to top it off, his birthday present from the Dursley's was of course more work!
If Harry could have screamed, he would have. It would be a tremendous relief to just let it all out, but
Uncle Vernon would surly kill him if he did. But the Dursley's weren't here at the moment; they found it to their great relief that Marge had invited them over for the week.
So Harry was left to do the entire house and yard work while and before they had their vacation and came home.
Although having to do all this, having the house Dursley free was more then Harry could ask for. With not expecting anything exciting to happen for the next few days, Harry received the greatest surprise.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
He felt as though he were being watched. Like the time Dobby was spying on him through the hedge during the summer before his second year.
Harry milled around to see if anyone was there. Only the back yard was empty.
Then he heard footsteps approaching. Still no one was there. This was giving Harry the major creeps by now. He heard a snicker. His stacker must think it was funny to watch Harry having a nervous brake down.
Who was doing this? Some stupid Muggle friend of Dudley's that wanted Harry to suffer more?
But he didn't have the feeling that it was. It was somebody else. All Harry saw was a flash of red hair, as he was taken to the ground.
"And the almighty lion pounces on the timid rabbit!"
Harry let out a grunt as he hit the ground. Gasping for breath, he rolled over to be looking at the red headed face of his best friend Ron Weasley.
"Ron?!" Harry managed to chock out as he slowly pushed himself up on to his knees. Before Ron could a muscle however, Harry tackled him to the ground and put him in a headlock.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
Ron pulled away from Harry with the evilest grin spreading across his face. He let out a howl of glee and beat his fist against his knee.
"If only you could. hee, hee. have seen the look on your face!" Ron whimpered through gales of laughter.
Harry glared at his friend. How could anyone be so stupid?
"RON!" Harry shouted smacking his best friend upside the head. That shut Ron up for good.
"Sorry Harry. but it was too irresistible," he said sincerely and the look on his face proved it.
"Okay now answer my question"
"What question?" Ron asked dumbly.
"The reason you're at my place in the Muggle world?" Harry replied, shaking his head.
"Well I thought you might be lonely, so I took the Knight Bus here". Harry starred hard at Ron. He liked the sentiment, but what would Mrs. Weasley say about this?
"Does your mother know about this?"
"Hells no!" Ron shouted. "You know my mother better then that!"
Now that question was simply answered and it had only one possible outcome. Ron was dead meat. But the was something that no hope of the heavens could interrupt.
"Well I think you should go right back home. now!" Harry said sternly.
"You're beginning to sound like Hermione!" Ron scowled, crossing his arms.
"Well. before I go. you want something to drink?" He held out a small vile of a clear blue liquid.
"What is it?" Harry asked suspiciously. This seemed almost fishy.
"Fred and George's new concoction. it's supposed to turn your hair blue. But for some reason they wanted me to let you try it first". Harry took the vile and sniffed it. It smelt like blueberries.
* What the hell * Harry thought and drained the vile. For a few seconds nothing happened and then he felt like he was floating. Then he knew nothing as he blissfully like a blinding white light take him away.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
This was what Ron had been waiting for. Now that his best friend was now happily in la la land, he could do what he had come to do.
If Dumbledore wouldn't let Harry come to his place then he was going to kidnap Harry! Fred and George had come up with the idea to kidnap Harry and then made Ron go get him. Everything had been worked out. While the twins confiscated their rations, Ron had to carefully sneak Harry off Privet Drive. Their alibi. "We took him on a camping trip".
He left Harry sitting in the back yard. It's wasn't as if he was going anywhere.
Ron walked up to the back door of the Dursley's house. He tested the doorknob and was relived to find that it wasn't locked.
He entered the house; memories of the previous year came back. In the living room which was just adjacent the kitchen were he stood, was were he had first meet the retched Dursleys.
He remembered the look on their faces. A look of fear, putrid dislike and a fury he had only known Malfoy to show. Though he was glade he would never have to look at them again.
Ron crossed the kitchen, through the living room and into the hall where the stairs that lead to the upper floor.
Ron had never seen the inside of Harry's room before and he had to admit that his falling apart almost attic bedroom was ten times better.
~ No better then the broom closest he had before this! ~ Ron thought angrily. Then it came to him.
~ Are his relatives jealous of Harry? That's what it has to be! Their jealous that they don't not like us and cover it up!
~ Ron put all of Harry's belongings in to his trunk, then hoisted it up into his arms with Headwig's cage across it's top.
"If only I could charm this thing to be lighter" he snapped bitterly, leaving the room.
Once outside, Ron reached up to his neck and from underneath his shirt he pulled out a small silver pearl on a chain.
The Portkey he had gotten thanks to the twins. Taking a hold of Harry, who he had holding the trunk and birdcage (:Its possible:), grabbed hold of the pearl. He felt the familiar felling of being pulled upwards. It was only a matter of seconds Ron and Harry disappeared.