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Eventually, Harry made his way into the kitchen where Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were sitting. They didn't even look at him when he came in.

"My friend Ron – you met him last year – wants to come and get me this Wednesday to take me to his house for the rest of the summer. He wants me to make sure it is alright with you before he comes," said Harry in his most polite voice.

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Dudley (and now Dudley, too) were all looking at each other with fear. They remembered last year when the Weasley's came to get Harry. They had used floo powder to transport themselves from their fireplace to the Dursley's. They got soot all over the living room and Fred and George Weasley purposely dropped enchanted candy on the floor for Dudley to eat.

"Those blasted wiz-… freaks…are not going to lay a foot in this house!" yelled Uncle Vernon, whose face was swelling and a deep shade of purple.

"They aren't going to come in," explained Harry, "they are going to fly their car."

            Harry knew that anything that had to do with magic upset Uncle Vernon greatly. His face progressively became more purple and larger.

At this, Harry realized that he had not been making any pronunciation blunders! But why, he thought, do I only spell incorrectly and speak incorrectly when I am dealing with magic people? The thought puzzled him for a moment until he saw Uncle Vernon passed out on the floor. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were hovered around him, each taking turns to scowl at Harry. Harry decided he better run for it and lock himself in his room until Wednesday.

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            Wednesday morning finally arrived although Harry didn't realize it because he was sleeping. He awoke to the sounds of seven people standing in his room. He was startled to say the least, struggled to find his glasses and looked up at the happy faces of the Weasley family and Hermione.

"Oh, Harry, dear! We thought we would have to shake you to wake you up!" cried Mrs. Weasley. "We need to get going! Chop, Chop!"

            Harry pulled out his trunk, which he had already packed in case something like this would happen. Mrs. Weasley instructed Fred and George to take the trunk and Hedwig's cage to the car. Harry looked around. Mr. Weasley was gazing with awe at Harry's possessions, touching them gingerly. Hermione was grinning and Harry, Ron and Ginny had a confused looks of their faces (they thought Harry's room to be quite odd).

"Now, Harry, dear," asked Mrs. Weasley, "are you sure you have everything you need?"

Harry, trying to think of the most simple words, replied, "Yes, I bel-eee…I think so."

"Alright then, Weasley's, and Harry and Hermione, of course, we are off," said Mrs. Weasley excitedly.

            Harry hadn't had any time to talk to any of the Weasley's or Hermione yet besides Mrs. Weasley. He thought of this to be a blessing – he didn't want them to realize his problem. He soon forgot what he was saying because as he climbed out of his window, he saw the greatest car he had ever seen: a Cadillac Escalade.

Noticing Harry's wide-eyed expression, Mr. Weasley stated, "Oh, you like this Harry? I got this from the Ministry. Seems that a Muggle ditched it on the side of the road and the Ministry seized it because it had been placed under a talking charm. It would talk to Muggles as they went by – big problem at the Ministry. Well, in the end, no one wanted it so I took it!"

            They soon were flying away. Hermione had given Harry a stack of the newspaper The Daily Prophet. Harry was grateful, being that he was totally secluded from the magic world all of the summer. She had flashed him a worried grin and then turned away.

            Does she know?, wondered Harry. I bet she's noticed by now.

            The eight of them returned to The Burrow before 8:00. Harry brought his things up to Ron's room and has he was setting them down, he turned to see Ron and Hermione closing the door and looking at Harry with a very worried look.