There were repetitive knocks on the door which woke Harry up the next morning.
"Boy, Get your backside here and clean those bloody dishes!" bellowed uncle Vernon.
"Yes uncle Vernon," mumbled Harry as he started to descend down to the kitchen when he heard uncle Vernon footsteps leaving.
He was almost in the kitchen when uncle Vernon added "And you better not wear those filthy pajamas!"
With that Harry turned and started to head up the stairs cursing at his uncle.
Several minutes later, he was down in the kitchen opening the dishwasher to remove the clean dishes.
"Um...Uncle Vernon ...The tray's stuck... It won't pull out," commented Harry.
"What do you mean 'it won't pull out'?" came the dull voice behind the newspaper
"I mean it's jammed, wont budge, won't move...IT'S STUCK!" said Harry sarcastically.
"I know what it means!!!" snapped uncle Vernon.
"Then why did you ask?" challenged Harry.
"Just give it a tug," Uncle Vernon said, ignoring Harry's previous question.
Harry grabbed the tray and started tugging vigorously. In doing so the tray came out completely, causing the plates to fall with a deafening crash!
Harry stood there looking almost stupidly at the mess whilst clutching the tray with his right hand. There was aloud screech as Aunt Petunia came into the kitchen.
"What have you done?" she barked.
"What has he done Petunia?" Uncle Vernon asked.
"He's smashed all the plates!" she yelled.
"I did as Uncle Vernon told me and this happened" corrected Harry
"Don't be cheeky boy!" snapped back Aunt Petunia.
"So if I tell the truth I'm being cheeky, eh?" Harry questioned, arching an eyebrow
"Boy I'm this close clobbering you!" Uncle Vernon yelled, showing his index finger and thumb about three centimeters apart.
"You're welcome you try," Harry said softly.
"Why you insolent little..." started Uncle Vernon.
"Look Vernon, it's a letter from his type," Aunt Petunia cried at Harry as she grabbed the tawny owl from the window.
Uncle Vernon snatched the letter from the owl and demanded Harry to read it.
Dear Harry,
I hope it's ok with your muggle guardians to send this by owl post (Uncle Vernon snorted at this) but I thought this would be faster (and I don't want to encounter the same experience as two years ago)
However, to cut it short, I'm having a muggle party this year to celebrate my birthday. Unfortunately I have buy from muggle shops, I was hoping you would accompany me so I know what to buy.
Fred and George will pick you up the muggle way tomorrow 10 a.m., and we'll make sure you're put safely on the train in a weeks time.
For the mean time, you're welcome to stay at the burrow.
I'm sure Ron and Hermione will be pleased, a swill molly and I.
Arthur Weasley
P.S. But Hermione isn't here yet
PS.S. Say hi to muggles foe us!
P.S.S.S. what's a fairy light?
P.S.S.S.S. sorry for P.S., P.S.S., P.S.S.S and P.S.S.S.S!
"What's this 'muggle way' rubbish?" questioned Uncle Vernon nervously
Harry suppressed a grin, knowing that Uncle Vernon was thinking about his previous encounter with the Weasley's two years ago.
"Probably by car or something," he said biting his lower lip to hold himself from laughing at Uncle Vernon's anxiety.
"Oh. Right. Ok. That's ...fine" Uncle Vernon said gripping the arm of a chair nearby so hard his knuckles turned white.
"Right then, I'm going upstairs to pack," Harry said cheerfully.
When he shut the door behind him Harry felt all of a sudden confused. Did he really want to see the Weasley's? He knew they would make a big fuss seeing how Sirius died. But then again, Ron was his best friend and he really wanted to talk to him.
The next morning Harry was sitting on the stairs promptly at 10 a.m., all ready to leave when he heard a reasonably loud 'bang'. Mr. Weasley had apparated in the house and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were racing to find a familiar man wearing tight leather trousers and a T-shirt covered in chains.
"I thought you were coming by car or some other normal way!" Uncle Vernon said
"Oh, I just came here to see Harry get off with my sons alright" Mr. Weasley said pleasantly "You know they got their muggle license the other day!"
"Hope they crash somewhere and kill the boy" mumbled Uncle Vernon.
"What did you say?" asked Mr. Weasley swinging his arms and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
"Oh...er, I er..."Uncle Vernon began dumbfounded."He was just congratulating your sons" cut in Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon nodded his head vigorously
"Thank you!" beamed Mr. Weasley "Harry, what do you think of my clothes? Would they suit a thirty-five year muggle?"
Dudley snorted at the statement making the others realize his arrival.
"Oooh, Diddykins! You're awake" Aunt Petunia cried
"Obviously" Dudley said with sweetness that always made Aunt Petunia beam
Harry turned his attention back to Mr. Weasley and said. "Mr. Weasley that outfit looks like what Fred and George might wear if they were muggles"
"Well I did get it out from their wardrobe," began Mr. Weasley before being interrupted by loud rock music coming from outside.
Everyone raced to find outside to find two, identical red headed teenage boys parked in the driveway in a red Ferrari.
"Hiya Harry!" Fred and George chanted.
