Harry at this point was quite good at deciphering Ron's messy scrawl, and
immediately looked outside his window, and there to his immense pleasure he
saw Ron and Mr. Weasley. Excited Harry rushed out his room down the stairs
and into the backyard, ignoring the shocked looks he received from the
Dursleys. Once in the garden Harry shouted," What are you doing here?"
Ron replied glowing," Mum pelted Dumbledore with more owls. You didn't really think that we'd let you stay here with these horrid muggles did you? Dumbledore said that we could pick you up on your birthday."
Harry was still in shock trying to comprehend when suddenly he had thought of something, he asked," But do the Dursleys know you're here? I mean I know I'll probably go with you anyways, but should know you're here to pick me up."
Mr. Weasley answered this one. " Harry do you really think we'd not ask them. It took some persuasion (he grinned in a way not unlike the Twins) but they agreed to let you as long as you keep it a secret."
The realization hit Harry. Of course, he thought to himself. That's why The Dursleys were acting so peculiarly.
"Right then, we'd best be off. He muttered a few words under his breath and Harry's stuff was all packed and already floating down the stairs. From inside the house, Petunia's shriek could be heard.
"Oh bother," Mr. Weasley grumbles as Harry laughed in delight. This was turning out to be a very fine day after all.
"Aah? We'd better get to the car," Mr. Weasley said interrupting his thoughts. They rushed through The Dursley house. Mr. Weasley had just enough time to say good-bye before Ron pulled him through the door. ("C'mon dad before they start to throw things at us like last time." When they were safely out of the house Harry managed to gasp," You (huff) go a (huff) new car?"
"Yup," Ron said proudly," picked 'her out meself."
They rounded a corner. There was the most beautiful sports car Harry had ever seen. Harry could only gape at the mirage of beauty in front of him.
"Harry," Mr. Weasley laughed, close your mouth you're letting flies in.
A sharp jab in his ribs (courtesy of Ron) brought him back to his senses.
"It's beautiful, amazing, but how did you aff...I mean, Where did you get the mon... I mean, I don't know, stuttered, the flushed Harry.
At this Ron grew serious. Lowering his voice he replied," well remember last year?"
As if I could ever forget Harry thought to himself. The memories still made his stomach feel funny.
"Well, Dumbledore gave Dad some money for some sort of reason. Me'n an' the twins think it has something to do with You-know-who. There was a pause.
"So how do you boys think the quidditch teams are gonna do this year?" Mr. Weasley's voice floated from the front seat. The conversation turned to quidditch and stayed that way the rest of the trip. I wonder where Mrs. Weasley is. Harrry thought to himself. usually she was the first to welcome Harry. He walked through the deserted house.
"Where is everybody," Harry asked Ron.
"I dunno," replied Ron. "I bet Fred and George went to town with Mum and Ginny." However his pink-tipped ears told Harry that he was hiding something.
Ron replied glowing," Mum pelted Dumbledore with more owls. You didn't really think that we'd let you stay here with these horrid muggles did you? Dumbledore said that we could pick you up on your birthday."
Harry was still in shock trying to comprehend when suddenly he had thought of something, he asked," But do the Dursleys know you're here? I mean I know I'll probably go with you anyways, but should know you're here to pick me up."
Mr. Weasley answered this one. " Harry do you really think we'd not ask them. It took some persuasion (he grinned in a way not unlike the Twins) but they agreed to let you as long as you keep it a secret."
The realization hit Harry. Of course, he thought to himself. That's why The Dursleys were acting so peculiarly.
"Right then, we'd best be off. He muttered a few words under his breath and Harry's stuff was all packed and already floating down the stairs. From inside the house, Petunia's shriek could be heard.
"Oh bother," Mr. Weasley grumbles as Harry laughed in delight. This was turning out to be a very fine day after all.
"Aah? We'd better get to the car," Mr. Weasley said interrupting his thoughts. They rushed through The Dursley house. Mr. Weasley had just enough time to say good-bye before Ron pulled him through the door. ("C'mon dad before they start to throw things at us like last time." When they were safely out of the house Harry managed to gasp," You (huff) go a (huff) new car?"
"Yup," Ron said proudly," picked 'her out meself."
They rounded a corner. There was the most beautiful sports car Harry had ever seen. Harry could only gape at the mirage of beauty in front of him.
"Harry," Mr. Weasley laughed, close your mouth you're letting flies in.
A sharp jab in his ribs (courtesy of Ron) brought him back to his senses.
"It's beautiful, amazing, but how did you aff...I mean, Where did you get the mon... I mean, I don't know, stuttered, the flushed Harry.
At this Ron grew serious. Lowering his voice he replied," well remember last year?"
As if I could ever forget Harry thought to himself. The memories still made his stomach feel funny.
"Well, Dumbledore gave Dad some money for some sort of reason. Me'n an' the twins think it has something to do with You-know-who. There was a pause.
"So how do you boys think the quidditch teams are gonna do this year?" Mr. Weasley's voice floated from the front seat. The conversation turned to quidditch and stayed that way the rest of the trip. I wonder where Mrs. Weasley is. Harrry thought to himself. usually she was the first to welcome Harry. He walked through the deserted house.
"Where is everybody," Harry asked Ron.
"I dunno," replied Ron. "I bet Fred and George went to town with Mum and Ginny." However his pink-tipped ears told Harry that he was hiding something.