A feast of cold cuts and summer stew lay before them. Everyone must have had fairly hearty appetites, for they ate in mostly silence. Harry went back to his thoughts - he wanted to know why Petunia had helped him, how she had gotten Hermione's address - the letter! Harry suddenly remembered the letter. He felt for it, and found it secure in his pocket, and realized, blushing, that he was still wearing the tweed suit. He sighed, hoping the twins would think it was just normal muggle wear.

Hermione must have seem him turn suddenly self conscious, for she leaned over and whispered, "Nice suit," in his ear.

Harry's ears turned pink. Fred and George grinned at him.

"Oy, Hermione," said Fred, "What sweet nothings are you whispering in our Mr. Potter's ear?"

Ron looked up swiftly, one cheek stuffed with bread. Hermione glared at Fred.

"Exactly that. Nothing," she snapped. Harry blushed, glad she hadn't told them what had really transpired. His tweed secret was safe. Harry looked across Hermione at Ron, and smiled, but Ron returned his look with a faltering glance, as if he were actually supiscious of him and Hermione.

"Harry, what did she whisper to you?" asked George, turning to him - easier prey.

"Can't tell you," said Harry, grinning, "Top secret."

The twins glowered, but everyone else laughed. Ron leaned over and gave Harry a high five with an expression of "sorry I doubted you - tell me what she really said later," and Harry returned the look with a grin.

When lunch was over, Hermione said, "C'mon Harry, get a change of clothes out of your trunk and come downstairs to open your presents."

"What wrong with his clothes now?" asked Ron. Hermione just rolled her eyes and said, "Just show him where the bedroom is, please."

Ron made a face at her, but obliged, leading Harry up three flights of narrow steps.

"I swear," said Ron, "that girl gets more like McGonagall every day."

Harry grinned tolerantly.

"So, Ron," he began, digging his wizard's robes out of his trunk, which lay at the foot of a narrow bed by the window, "How did you're family know Lucius was going to kidnap me?"

"Oh, that's easy," said Ron, "Mum had you added to our clock, and was pointing at 'Mortal Danger,' so we knew you were in trouble. We immediately went after you. Hermione's fireplace is connected to the Floo network now, so we told her, and she called over there to let you know."

"Did you. let Snape know I was in trouble?" asked Harry, pulling on his wizards robes and stuffing the tweed to the bottom of the trunk. He put the letter in his new pocket to read later.

Ron shrugged, "I dunno, he might have been at the Order meeting. Why?"

"He was there," said Harry, "with the other Death Eaters."

"Wait? Death Eaters? When were you with the Death Eaters?!"

Harry stared in disbelief, "I got kidnapped by Lucius Malfoy!"

"WHAT?! When you showed up, we thought you just must've gotten Hermione's call in time and were finding your way here! We thought, if the Death Eaters got you, there was no way you could get out by yourself! WOW, Harry, how did you do that?" Ron gawked at his best friend.

"That's the thing! I was completely defenseless!" exclaimed Harry, "Snape had my wand, and I had nothing. They were taunting me and laughing at me, and Snape did the Occulemency thing on me, and he was looking at all my thoughts. And then Voldemort" - Ron winced at the name - "told Snape to give me my wand, so Snape tossed it to me, and suddenly I ended up here."

Ron frowned, "How did that happen?"

"I don't know!" said Harry, "I was hoping you guys would know. I think he turned my wand into a Portkey, but I don't know how, or why."

"Maybe," said Ron, "but don't worry about it now. Let's open your presents!"

Seeing Ron wasn't in a serious mood, Harry reluctantly shelved his questions and followed Ron downstairs.