Harry's Escape
While Petunia continued to try to master the 'Swish and Flick' movement, Harry had more pressing items to deal with. How was he going to get out of the house without his Uncle or Dudley noticing? He figured Ron had probably had that all figured out by now. Harry was elated at the thought of going to Ron's house. If things went as planned, Hermione was probably already there cuddled up with Crookshanks and reading up on her Arithmacy.
It was 10 o'clock. Just one more hour, and he'd finally be free. Harry reached for his books scattered on the floor and shoved them in his trunk. He pulled out a piece of cake from the floorboards that he had stolen from Dudley's birthday party. After all, this was probably going to be his only meal today aside from breakfast. Uncle Vernon certainly wasn't going to feed him after the news about Aunt Petunia. This was going to be awful having his Aunt teaching Defense. When he was at Hogwarts, it was finally a reprieve from his 'family.' He often wondered if he was even related to them.
By the time the thought had crossed his mind, the clock read 10:59. Time seemed to slip by, he couldn't wait to get out. He watched every second tick by until it struck 11. Right on the dot, he saw Fred and George out the corner of his eye. With that, he ran towards the window to see Ron on George's new Nimbus 3000. "Hiya, Harry! C'mon, jump in!" Ron said. "So what do you think of the new brooms? Pretty wicked, huh?" Fred echoed. "The joke shop's booming."
Harry quickly reached for his trunk and lifted it out the window towards Fred. "I can't wait to see what you two have cooked up this time….Actually, I'm afraid to ask. Just get me out of here," Harry said.
While Petunia continued to try to master the 'Swish and Flick' movement, Harry had more pressing items to deal with. How was he going to get out of the house without his Uncle or Dudley noticing? He figured Ron had probably had that all figured out by now. Harry was elated at the thought of going to Ron's house. If things went as planned, Hermione was probably already there cuddled up with Crookshanks and reading up on her Arithmacy.
It was 10 o'clock. Just one more hour, and he'd finally be free. Harry reached for his books scattered on the floor and shoved them in his trunk. He pulled out a piece of cake from the floorboards that he had stolen from Dudley's birthday party. After all, this was probably going to be his only meal today aside from breakfast. Uncle Vernon certainly wasn't going to feed him after the news about Aunt Petunia. This was going to be awful having his Aunt teaching Defense. When he was at Hogwarts, it was finally a reprieve from his 'family.' He often wondered if he was even related to them.
By the time the thought had crossed his mind, the clock read 10:59. Time seemed to slip by, he couldn't wait to get out. He watched every second tick by until it struck 11. Right on the dot, he saw Fred and George out the corner of his eye. With that, he ran towards the window to see Ron on George's new Nimbus 3000. "Hiya, Harry! C'mon, jump in!" Ron said. "So what do you think of the new brooms? Pretty wicked, huh?" Fred echoed. "The joke shop's booming."
Harry quickly reached for his trunk and lifted it out the window towards Fred. "I can't wait to see what you two have cooked up this time….Actually, I'm afraid to ask. Just get me out of here," Harry said.