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Chapter 2: Return of the Flying Car
Harry,
Pack your things and say your good byes. I'll see you at midnight this Saturday. Be ready.
Ron
Harry had packed everything. Hedwig was locked tightly in his cage. All of Harry's belongings were locked safely in his case. It was 11:30.
He looked around the room. There was almost a sad feeling to having to leave. The last time he had seen his aunt and uncle was after dinner. He had seen Dudley, who had grown slightly more mature, on his way to bed. He had said "Goodnight, Potter," as he left to his room. "Goodnight, Dursley," Harry had responded, with a slight roll of his eyes.
He looked to the wall where he had kept the make-shift calendar pinned. He looked to the bed where he had slept all those horrible nights. To the desk where he had looked through photo albums of his parents and the wardrobe where he had hidden Dobby. As much as he loved to be going, it still hurt, in a weird sort of way, to say goodbye to it all for the very last time.
He double checked every spot in the room. He couldn't leave anything behind, there would be no coming back for it. There was nothing left anywhere.
He quickly opened his case and pulled out a roll of parchment, a quill, and ink. He wrote, in quick handwriting as to not miss Ron,
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley,
I've gone to my friend's house, and then I'm off to Hogwarts for my last year. As you know, I won't be returning this summer, but starting my own life elsewhere.
Thank you for the years you let me stay with you. I'll always remember.
Love forever,
Harry Potter
He slightly cringed at the words he had wrote, but he found it only polite to thank them and say goodbye in some way.
He packed everything back into the case and made sure it was securely locked and then sat down on the bed and watched the window. In the distance, two white lights shone very brightly, but he thought nothing of it.
But the lights seemed to be coming towards his window, and they weren't stopping. He squinted as he rose from his bed just in time to watch the blue Ford come into sight.
He grinned a brilliant smile as he pulled open the window. In the car, Ron rolled the window down. "Well, Hello, Harry," he said with a grin.
"My god!" Harry said with a laugh. "How on earth-?"
"Dad still had it in the garage. He's going to kill me again if he finds out, though."
Harry laughed as he went back for his other belongings. He packed them into the trunk and climbed into the car, leaning over and pulling the house window shut as he did.
"Goodbye," he said, as Ron pulled off. He watched as the house soon turned into a street, which turned into city, which soon evaporated into the clouds.
Chapter 2: Return of the Flying Car
Harry,
Pack your things and say your good byes. I'll see you at midnight this Saturday. Be ready.
Ron
Harry had packed everything. Hedwig was locked tightly in his cage. All of Harry's belongings were locked safely in his case. It was 11:30.
He looked around the room. There was almost a sad feeling to having to leave. The last time he had seen his aunt and uncle was after dinner. He had seen Dudley, who had grown slightly more mature, on his way to bed. He had said "Goodnight, Potter," as he left to his room. "Goodnight, Dursley," Harry had responded, with a slight roll of his eyes.
He looked to the wall where he had kept the make-shift calendar pinned. He looked to the bed where he had slept all those horrible nights. To the desk where he had looked through photo albums of his parents and the wardrobe where he had hidden Dobby. As much as he loved to be going, it still hurt, in a weird sort of way, to say goodbye to it all for the very last time.
He double checked every spot in the room. He couldn't leave anything behind, there would be no coming back for it. There was nothing left anywhere.
He quickly opened his case and pulled out a roll of parchment, a quill, and ink. He wrote, in quick handwriting as to not miss Ron,
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley,
I've gone to my friend's house, and then I'm off to Hogwarts for my last year. As you know, I won't be returning this summer, but starting my own life elsewhere.
Thank you for the years you let me stay with you. I'll always remember.
Love forever,
Harry Potter
He slightly cringed at the words he had wrote, but he found it only polite to thank them and say goodbye in some way.
He packed everything back into the case and made sure it was securely locked and then sat down on the bed and watched the window. In the distance, two white lights shone very brightly, but he thought nothing of it.
But the lights seemed to be coming towards his window, and they weren't stopping. He squinted as he rose from his bed just in time to watch the blue Ford come into sight.
He grinned a brilliant smile as he pulled open the window. In the car, Ron rolled the window down. "Well, Hello, Harry," he said with a grin.
"My god!" Harry said with a laugh. "How on earth-?"
"Dad still had it in the garage. He's going to kill me again if he finds out, though."
Harry laughed as he went back for his other belongings. He packed them into the trunk and climbed into the car, leaning over and pulling the house window shut as he did.
"Goodbye," he said, as Ron pulled off. He watched as the house soon turned into a street, which turned into city, which soon evaporated into the clouds.