Chapter 2: Leaving Privet Drive
Harry slowly walked to his bed afraid of what the owl would say. "What if Ron can't come," Harry asked himself, "I'll have to stay here until the end of the break." Harry unwrapped the parchment around Pig's foot slowly. He saw written on it TO: Harry Potter in Ron's untidy handwriting. Harry unrolled the paper and saw also in Ron's handwriting:
Harry,
Be there earlier than we thought. Going to be there around nine instead. Hope the Muggles don't mind. Make sure your packed because we don't really want to stay that long.
See you soon,
Ron PS: We have a car just in case you were wondering how we were getting you.
Harry sighed with relief as he read the note twice to make sure it had said what he thought it said. He folded it and put it with all the other letters that he had gotten since his first week of Hogwarts. Harry sent Pig back to Ron with a scribbled OK. He folded all of his clothes and placed them in his trunk. He looked around his room to make sure that everything had been packed. When he was done it was eight thirty so he brought his trunk downstairs and put it next to the door. "What in god's name are you doing boy," Mr. Dursley shouted from in the living room, "sounds like your shooting cannons off." "I'm bringing down my trunk Uncle Vernon," Harry responded, "Oh and they are coming by car an hour early." Mr. Dursley grunted to show that he had heard Harry. Harry went back upstairs to get Hedwig and placed her on his trunk. Harry went into the living room and sat down on a chair. He waited for the sound of any car. A few passed but did not stop. It was now a quarter 'til nine and Harry was getting more anxious. You could cut the tension with a knife Harry thought. Dudley had one hand clamped on his ass and the other holding his mouth shut. Dudley felt a glimpse passing of pity for Dudley. He had very bad experiences with wizards. When Harry first found out, he was a wizard Dudley had a tail of a pig grown out of his backside. Three years ago Dudley ended up with a yard-long tongue. And last year he almost got a Demetor's Kiss. Harry shuddered just thinking about it. If a Dementor got close enough to kiss you it would suck the soul from your mouth leaving you a lifeless shell of a being. After thinking for a while Harry heard a horn sound from outside. Harry leaped up from the chair he was in and practically ran to the window. A car was pulling into the drive and Harry saw three red-haired people in the car. The car was a red convertible. By the looks of it, they had just bought it. The Dursleys were goggling at the car as if it was the first one they had ever seen. Fred, George, and Ron stepped out of the car. Ron looked almost the exact same except he was about a quarter of a foot taller but Fred and George were looking very high-class. They were both wearing very nice suits and dress shoes that Harry suspected to be dragon hide. Harry grabbed his trunk and started to pull it out to the car. Mr. Dursley started to help Harry by getting Hedwig but she just started to hoot madly like she had done early that morning. Harry dashed back up to get Hedwig and she immediately stopped hooting but seemed to throw a look of disgust towards the Dursleys. Harry though for a moment he had imagined it but Dudley started to back away into the house as if Hedwig was going to break open the cage and start to attack him. Harry loaded the car and started to get in when Mr. Dursley shouted, "Have a good year at your school then." Harry had to do a double take before he realized that his Uncle had mentioned his school. Harry was forbidden to mention it ever sense he had received his letter before his first year. "OK...bye then," Harry replied shocked. Fred started to pull off when Ron asked, "Doin' all right Harry." "Actually not that bad," Harry said. "Well its quit a while to get to The Burrow from here so we're goin' to take a um... short-cut," Fred said from the front seat. "What kind of short-cut," Harry asked anxiously. "You'll see," George answered for his twin. Harry felt a little worried and a little excited. The last time the twins, Ron and himself had taken a "short-cut" they flew over about half of England itself...
Harry slowly walked to his bed afraid of what the owl would say. "What if Ron can't come," Harry asked himself, "I'll have to stay here until the end of the break." Harry unwrapped the parchment around Pig's foot slowly. He saw written on it TO: Harry Potter in Ron's untidy handwriting. Harry unrolled the paper and saw also in Ron's handwriting:
Harry,
Be there earlier than we thought. Going to be there around nine instead. Hope the Muggles don't mind. Make sure your packed because we don't really want to stay that long.
See you soon,
Ron PS: We have a car just in case you were wondering how we were getting you.
Harry sighed with relief as he read the note twice to make sure it had said what he thought it said. He folded it and put it with all the other letters that he had gotten since his first week of Hogwarts. Harry sent Pig back to Ron with a scribbled OK. He folded all of his clothes and placed them in his trunk. He looked around his room to make sure that everything had been packed. When he was done it was eight thirty so he brought his trunk downstairs and put it next to the door. "What in god's name are you doing boy," Mr. Dursley shouted from in the living room, "sounds like your shooting cannons off." "I'm bringing down my trunk Uncle Vernon," Harry responded, "Oh and they are coming by car an hour early." Mr. Dursley grunted to show that he had heard Harry. Harry went back upstairs to get Hedwig and placed her on his trunk. Harry went into the living room and sat down on a chair. He waited for the sound of any car. A few passed but did not stop. It was now a quarter 'til nine and Harry was getting more anxious. You could cut the tension with a knife Harry thought. Dudley had one hand clamped on his ass and the other holding his mouth shut. Dudley felt a glimpse passing of pity for Dudley. He had very bad experiences with wizards. When Harry first found out, he was a wizard Dudley had a tail of a pig grown out of his backside. Three years ago Dudley ended up with a yard-long tongue. And last year he almost got a Demetor's Kiss. Harry shuddered just thinking about it. If a Dementor got close enough to kiss you it would suck the soul from your mouth leaving you a lifeless shell of a being. After thinking for a while Harry heard a horn sound from outside. Harry leaped up from the chair he was in and practically ran to the window. A car was pulling into the drive and Harry saw three red-haired people in the car. The car was a red convertible. By the looks of it, they had just bought it. The Dursleys were goggling at the car as if it was the first one they had ever seen. Fred, George, and Ron stepped out of the car. Ron looked almost the exact same except he was about a quarter of a foot taller but Fred and George were looking very high-class. They were both wearing very nice suits and dress shoes that Harry suspected to be dragon hide. Harry grabbed his trunk and started to pull it out to the car. Mr. Dursley started to help Harry by getting Hedwig but she just started to hoot madly like she had done early that morning. Harry dashed back up to get Hedwig and she immediately stopped hooting but seemed to throw a look of disgust towards the Dursleys. Harry though for a moment he had imagined it but Dudley started to back away into the house as if Hedwig was going to break open the cage and start to attack him. Harry loaded the car and started to get in when Mr. Dursley shouted, "Have a good year at your school then." Harry had to do a double take before he realized that his Uncle had mentioned his school. Harry was forbidden to mention it ever sense he had received his letter before his first year. "OK...bye then," Harry replied shocked. Fred started to pull off when Ron asked, "Doin' all right Harry." "Actually not that bad," Harry said. "Well its quit a while to get to The Burrow from here so we're goin' to take a um... short-cut," Fred said from the front seat. "What kind of short-cut," Harry asked anxiously. "You'll see," George answered for his twin. Harry felt a little worried and a little excited. The last time the twins, Ron and himself had taken a "short-cut" they flew over about half of England itself...