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Chapter 3 Unexpected

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Harry's jaw dropped in shock.

"Hello Potter," they sneered. "Had a nice summer?"

Harry felt as though he had eaten a Ton Tongue Toffee, his mouth failing him for a moment.

"Pro- professor!" Harry stammered.

There before him in his doorway stood a tall and thin man with sallow skin, greasy black hair and a hooked nose; head of Slytherin House.

"Gather your things Potter, I haven't all day," snapped Snape, glaring down at the boy he despised so much.

At his biting tone, the familiar unease usually noted in potions class returned to Harry, and he quickly snapped his jaw shut, realizing he was staring.

"Well?" glared Snape, clearly frustrated, wanting nothing more to be anywhere but in  house that stank of Muggles and the insufferable Harry Potter.

Harry turned and quickly started to pack his belongings into his trunk, grabbing quills, books and a half started History of Magic essay. Checking under the loose floorboard under his bed, Harry turned to see Snape had already descended down the stairs where someone was still screaming in a duel of shouts along with Uncle Vernon who was currently shouting about 'freaks'.

Harry dragged his heavy trunk down the stairs, slamming it on each step, and holding a crying Hedwig in her cage, wondering if the fireplace had been blown up again. But mostly why on earth Snape had come to his house. Harry reached the landing to find his Aunt Petunia in a heap on the floor where she obviously fainted, shrieking like a banshee, and a purple faced Uncle Vernon fighting a battle between shouting his purpled beefy face off, and his fear for the wizards before him, (who were currently hovering a few inches off the ground standing on a vibrantly teal flying carpet.)

"Hello Harry!" smiled a cheerful Arthur Weasley, whose focus was divided between Harry and the assortment of muggle gadgets the cluttered the living room, his eyes currently fixed on the remote control a few feet to Harry's left. Harry grinned about to welcome Mr.Weasley and modestly ask him why he and Professor Snape were hovering a few inches off the ground on a vibrantly teal flying carpet, when his uncle interrupted.

"I demand to know what you freaks are doing in my house! Get out! Ill call the police I will!" he sputtered from behind his moustache, spit spraying off the beefy man's face making him look like a great purple walrus.

"Come along Harry," said a frowning Arthur Weasley, who had dealt with the Dursleys before when Fred had fed Dudley an engorgement potion that swale his tongue to four feet before letting him fix it, but not before Vernon had sent various porcelain figurines flying at Arthur's head. He levitated Harry and his things onto the carpet.

"Don't even THINK about coming back boy! Don't even think!" snarled Vernon who's purple complexion was slowly making him look like a rather fat, rather large eggplant.

Snape shot Vernon a scalding look, then hit him with a mild body bind curse, which would wear off in about an hour, but would shut up the annoying man for the time being, muttering a "Merlin save me from muggles" loud enough for Harry to hear.

Harry snickered, he man not have be a deatheater anymore, but Snape definitely still disliked muggles as much as he ever had.

"Right then" grinned Mr.Weasley, "Ready to go?" He said, taking out his wand.

Harry nodded, "How do we…" Harry's voice trailed off as Mr. Weasley tapped the carpet three times with his wand, making the carpet start to rumble like and old car that had just been started.

"Best hold onto something" Mr. Weasley grinned.

With a small jump, the carpet sprang to life and rolled up, trapping Harry, Mr. Weasley, Snape and Harry's things inside, then turned upright. Harry's stomach turned, he had never traveled by flying carpet before. With one last shout from Petunia, the carpet rumbled, set aflame, and shot out through the ceiling like a rocket, the bottom still aflame, and the lumpy rolled up carpet disappeared from sigh leaving the Dursleys with a  remarkably unmarked ceiling, and a large burn mark on the hardwood floor.

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Thanks Sarista Black and Mira-chan for replying, and to you I shall send a house elves to do your bidding and kill those you dislike! It's like a tiny, shriveled, broken English Mafia… waiiiiit…