Fan Fiction
Chapter 3
Leaving the Dursleys
After an intolerable wait, the day of his birthday finally arrived. Although it was just one day from yesterday, he felt as if he had already waited a century. To kill his time, he packed his books and clothes and other magical possessions, as slow as he could. After he was done with that, he took out his Broom Service Kit and began polishing his Firebolt. Just a month ago, his prized broom, also a present from Sirius was locked in Umbridge's office. The toad, Harry muttered under his breath, it'll be nice if Dumbledore hadn't rescued her from the Forbidden Forest. He checked the time on his bedside table; it was 11:00.
Just then, "Crack". Two identical looking red heads appeared in Harry's bedroom. Harry stumbled onto his bed.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" said George.
"You should close your mouth, young Harry." Said Fred.
"Yes, you look utterly like are younger brother when we apparated into his room while he was grooming his hair, and admiring his good looks in front of the mirror." George snickered.
"If you don't watch out, we'll probably throw in some of our Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products into your opened mouth." Said Fred.
"Well, I-"
"Yes, you are wondering what we are doing here, eh? Well we've come to get you away from this place, where those Muggles" Fred said with distaste, " have apparently not noticed it is your birthday."
" Yes, but-"
"Ah, you are thinking why it is Fred and I to take you away. Well to tell you the truth, we are here only to tell you that we have arrived."
" Moody and Mom still think we're too young to handle this by ourselves." George said with a scowl.
"The other crowd, that is, Moody and Lupin and Tonks are downstairs, chatting with the Muggles." Fred told Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Harry grinned, staring at them, unable to find words. "Cat got your tongue young Harry?" the twins said in unison.
Finally, with great effort Harry untangled his tongue and asked, " How am I leaving? Broomstick again?"
"The others will tell you how, don't worry. Now why don't you go downstairs, eh? I bet Lupin can't wait to see you. Oh and by the way, here's your present." Geroge said while handing Harry a bag of colorful sweets. " It's our newly updated Skiving Snackbox, enjoy. Use it wisely, you hear young Harry."
"Yeah, and don't worry about your trunk, we'll handle it. After the Ministry of Magic has finally realized that we've been telling them the truth for a whole year, they started offering us a slight freedom to where we are allowed to do magic. So it's okay if we do magic in your uncle's house. We won't be breaking the Statute of Secrecy." Fred said with an evil grin, "now lets get going!"
"Locomotor Trunk!"
Harry started downstairs, with George in front of him balancing his trunk and Fred behind him, looking for Dudley. He spotted him lurking around the corner of the bathroom. Just as he was about to mutter a hex on the pig boy, Harry shouted, "NO!"
Bewildered, Fred and George stared at Harry. Fred asked, "I thought you hated him, Harry. I'm doing this so you can get back at him."
"Forget about it, okay? I'll explain later." Harry muttered in a low voice.
Since Harry had objected it, Fred couldn't do anything but give a mean glare at Dudley. Dudley, although scared out of his wits, had a look of relief in his piggy eyes.
"Harry! So glad to see you! I do hope these Muggles have kept their words? Moody's questioning them at the moment, and they say they have not done you any harm. Is it true?" Lupin gave Harry a quick hug, and asked him quietly.
"Well I guess you can say that. Actually they have ignored me, "forgotten" my existence within the household." Harry grinned, "and how are you Moony?"
Lupin, his eyes moist, said in a calm voice, " I miss being called that. Yes, I'm fine. What could happen to me? I'm a werewolf. Oh, and Happy Birthday Harry!"
Lupin was the last Maurader left, not counting in the friend traitor Peter Petigrew, known as Wormtail. Harry felt an ache in his heart, and his nose felt sore. However, before the tears had started forming in his eyes-
" Wotcher, Harry! Finally! I've asked Dumbledore for permission to visit you earlier, but he ruled against me!" Tonks, with a short-cut purple hair, like the first time he saw her, shouted with glee. She ran forward to give Harry a hug. Harry raised his head toward the source of his name being called, and was just in time to see Tonks running at him and tripping on a single stair step in the doorway connecting the kitchen to the living room.
"Oomph!" Tonks landed flat on her face. "Are you alright?" Harry said, while running over to help her up.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright. I'm used to it already. I've never been graceful; kept tripping over things and falling. It's no big deal!" Tonks replied brightly, her face a bit red.
Harry nodded apprehensively, and stared into the kitchen. There stood Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, looking horrified and disgusted. Moody was making coffee with his wand and offering each of them a cup, drawn from mid- air.
"Ahha! Now there's our little troublemaker. Doing well, Potter? These Dursleys are giving me fed up stories about not telling you off and scolding you once! Is that true, Potter?" "Mad-Eye" Moody asked with his always gruffy voice.
Harry, although thought some real punishment would do the Dursleys some good, didn't apply to the idea of lying. So he just replied with a good-natured voice, " well, apart from ignoring my existence, they haven't done anything to me. Thank you, Professor Moody."
"Yes, yes. I see, and they have also forgotten your birthday, too. Very nice, I see." Moody straightened up, and said, " So have you packed your stuff? Where's the trunk? Oh, yes I see it." His magical blue eye whizzed around. " Wand in hand? All body parts intact? Good. Alright, we're ready to go."
"Umm.Professor Moody? How am I getting there? Are we flying there again?" Harry asked eagerly. He would like to fly. It had been months before he had flown on his broom.
"Well, since it is your birthday, I will allow you to choose the way of transportation. However, I warn you that, unlike last time, it is day now. We would certainly be spotted, with so many of us flying on a broomstick. I assure you that you will have a chance to ride your broomstick at the Grimmauld's Place."
"Now would you like to travel by either Floo-powder, or Portkey? Moody asked.
"Umm.I choose the portkey, professor." Harry said, disappointed at the thought that it would be too dangerous to fly at broad daylight.
"Oh yes, that reminds me-"Moody growled while smacking his chipped hands on to his wooden forehead, " here's your present."
Moody handed Harry an amulet, shaped like a stag. " It not only protects you, it also acts as a warning device to you, and warns us when you are in danger, it can also deflect minor spells. There was another function of it-what is it? Oh, it'll come up later." He growled and slapped his forehead again.
"Anyways Potter, I hope you stay out of trouble this year, you hear me? If we didn't show up in time, you would've been dead, Potter! Though, I must say, it was amazing at how you and your fellows battled with the Death Eaters, heh heh. Couldn't have done better myself" Moody told Harry with a wink.
"Thank you, Sir." Harry said, as he pulled on the amulet over his neck.
" All set? Okay, everybody here? Right. Lets go. 5-4-3-2-1" Moody announced.
Harry felt the all too familiar sensation as his buttocks were pushed from behind, and he left the Dursleys in a blur of wind and colors.
Chapter 3
Leaving the Dursleys
After an intolerable wait, the day of his birthday finally arrived. Although it was just one day from yesterday, he felt as if he had already waited a century. To kill his time, he packed his books and clothes and other magical possessions, as slow as he could. After he was done with that, he took out his Broom Service Kit and began polishing his Firebolt. Just a month ago, his prized broom, also a present from Sirius was locked in Umbridge's office. The toad, Harry muttered under his breath, it'll be nice if Dumbledore hadn't rescued her from the Forbidden Forest. He checked the time on his bedside table; it was 11:00.
Just then, "Crack". Two identical looking red heads appeared in Harry's bedroom. Harry stumbled onto his bed.
"Happy Birthday, Harry!" said George.
"You should close your mouth, young Harry." Said Fred.
"Yes, you look utterly like are younger brother when we apparated into his room while he was grooming his hair, and admiring his good looks in front of the mirror." George snickered.
"If you don't watch out, we'll probably throw in some of our Weasley's Wizard Wheezes products into your opened mouth." Said Fred.
"Well, I-"
"Yes, you are wondering what we are doing here, eh? Well we've come to get you away from this place, where those Muggles" Fred said with distaste, " have apparently not noticed it is your birthday."
" Yes, but-"
"Ah, you are thinking why it is Fred and I to take you away. Well to tell you the truth, we are here only to tell you that we have arrived."
" Moody and Mom still think we're too young to handle this by ourselves." George said with a scowl.
"The other crowd, that is, Moody and Lupin and Tonks are downstairs, chatting with the Muggles." Fred told Harry with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
Harry grinned, staring at them, unable to find words. "Cat got your tongue young Harry?" the twins said in unison.
Finally, with great effort Harry untangled his tongue and asked, " How am I leaving? Broomstick again?"
"The others will tell you how, don't worry. Now why don't you go downstairs, eh? I bet Lupin can't wait to see you. Oh and by the way, here's your present." Geroge said while handing Harry a bag of colorful sweets. " It's our newly updated Skiving Snackbox, enjoy. Use it wisely, you hear young Harry."
"Yeah, and don't worry about your trunk, we'll handle it. After the Ministry of Magic has finally realized that we've been telling them the truth for a whole year, they started offering us a slight freedom to where we are allowed to do magic. So it's okay if we do magic in your uncle's house. We won't be breaking the Statute of Secrecy." Fred said with an evil grin, "now lets get going!"
"Locomotor Trunk!"
Harry started downstairs, with George in front of him balancing his trunk and Fred behind him, looking for Dudley. He spotted him lurking around the corner of the bathroom. Just as he was about to mutter a hex on the pig boy, Harry shouted, "NO!"
Bewildered, Fred and George stared at Harry. Fred asked, "I thought you hated him, Harry. I'm doing this so you can get back at him."
"Forget about it, okay? I'll explain later." Harry muttered in a low voice.
Since Harry had objected it, Fred couldn't do anything but give a mean glare at Dudley. Dudley, although scared out of his wits, had a look of relief in his piggy eyes.
"Harry! So glad to see you! I do hope these Muggles have kept their words? Moody's questioning them at the moment, and they say they have not done you any harm. Is it true?" Lupin gave Harry a quick hug, and asked him quietly.
"Well I guess you can say that. Actually they have ignored me, "forgotten" my existence within the household." Harry grinned, "and how are you Moony?"
Lupin, his eyes moist, said in a calm voice, " I miss being called that. Yes, I'm fine. What could happen to me? I'm a werewolf. Oh, and Happy Birthday Harry!"
Lupin was the last Maurader left, not counting in the friend traitor Peter Petigrew, known as Wormtail. Harry felt an ache in his heart, and his nose felt sore. However, before the tears had started forming in his eyes-
" Wotcher, Harry! Finally! I've asked Dumbledore for permission to visit you earlier, but he ruled against me!" Tonks, with a short-cut purple hair, like the first time he saw her, shouted with glee. She ran forward to give Harry a hug. Harry raised his head toward the source of his name being called, and was just in time to see Tonks running at him and tripping on a single stair step in the doorway connecting the kitchen to the living room.
"Oomph!" Tonks landed flat on her face. "Are you alright?" Harry said, while running over to help her up.
"Yes, yes, I'm alright. I'm used to it already. I've never been graceful; kept tripping over things and falling. It's no big deal!" Tonks replied brightly, her face a bit red.
Harry nodded apprehensively, and stared into the kitchen. There stood Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, looking horrified and disgusted. Moody was making coffee with his wand and offering each of them a cup, drawn from mid- air.
"Ahha! Now there's our little troublemaker. Doing well, Potter? These Dursleys are giving me fed up stories about not telling you off and scolding you once! Is that true, Potter?" "Mad-Eye" Moody asked with his always gruffy voice.
Harry, although thought some real punishment would do the Dursleys some good, didn't apply to the idea of lying. So he just replied with a good-natured voice, " well, apart from ignoring my existence, they haven't done anything to me. Thank you, Professor Moody."
"Yes, yes. I see, and they have also forgotten your birthday, too. Very nice, I see." Moody straightened up, and said, " So have you packed your stuff? Where's the trunk? Oh, yes I see it." His magical blue eye whizzed around. " Wand in hand? All body parts intact? Good. Alright, we're ready to go."
"Umm.Professor Moody? How am I getting there? Are we flying there again?" Harry asked eagerly. He would like to fly. It had been months before he had flown on his broom.
"Well, since it is your birthday, I will allow you to choose the way of transportation. However, I warn you that, unlike last time, it is day now. We would certainly be spotted, with so many of us flying on a broomstick. I assure you that you will have a chance to ride your broomstick at the Grimmauld's Place."
"Now would you like to travel by either Floo-powder, or Portkey? Moody asked.
"Umm.I choose the portkey, professor." Harry said, disappointed at the thought that it would be too dangerous to fly at broad daylight.
"Oh yes, that reminds me-"Moody growled while smacking his chipped hands on to his wooden forehead, " here's your present."
Moody handed Harry an amulet, shaped like a stag. " It not only protects you, it also acts as a warning device to you, and warns us when you are in danger, it can also deflect minor spells. There was another function of it-what is it? Oh, it'll come up later." He growled and slapped his forehead again.
"Anyways Potter, I hope you stay out of trouble this year, you hear me? If we didn't show up in time, you would've been dead, Potter! Though, I must say, it was amazing at how you and your fellows battled with the Death Eaters, heh heh. Couldn't have done better myself" Moody told Harry with a wink.
"Thank you, Sir." Harry said, as he pulled on the amulet over his neck.
" All set? Okay, everybody here? Right. Lets go. 5-4-3-2-1" Moody announced.
Harry felt the all too familiar sensation as his buttocks were pushed from behind, and he left the Dursleys in a blur of wind and colors.