A/N: OK, I know you might be thinking this is going too slow but it gets
better trust me!
Harry ran downstairs to tell his uncle the "good news". He was so excited not just that he was leaving but that he got to tell his uncle that he was leaving bright and early the next day with the Weasleys!
When he reached the living room he saw his uncle reclining himself, lazily, on the sofa. While Dudley was lying on the loveseat in an identical position to his father. Normally someone would complement a man on having a son who was the spitting image of him, but that was not the case in this situation. Harry decided not to drag this out; he stood there in front of his uncle. "What do you want boy?!?!?!" Vernon struggled to sit up. "Well...I just thought you should know that Mr. Weasley is coming to pick me up tomorrow morning." Harry sighed with relief.
"WHAT!?!?!?!" Vernon yelled "I don't think so, that wretched man is not stepping foot in this house AGAIN!" His face was turning steadily more and more, red.
"Well, he'll be here at 7."
"Are you deaf boy? Didn't you hear what I said?" Outstandingly, his face grew even redder.
"Oh I heard you...it's just that...you don't really have a choice, do you?"
"Excuse me?" Vernon's face was now a deep purple, Harry thought he might explode.
"Well, what I mean is that you can't really stop him now can you? He's a wizard and you are a muggle." Harry saw his uncle wince at the words; 'muggle', 'wizard', this made a smile slightly curl onto his face. As for Vernon, he was left option less. "Well," he said through gritting his teeth, "...go back to your room, I don't want to see you until that man comes in, God knows what kind of transportation device. I don't want to see your dirty little face until that time!" he spat. Harry didn't say another word, he raced upstairs. He knew he would have a hard time sleeping that night.
Harry slowly opened his heavy eyes and looked at the clock on his bed- side table, 7:30! He had over-slept. And that's when he heard a shouting from downstairs.
"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU, YOU...FREAK!"
"With pleasure, but I have come for Harry and I'm not leaving without him!" Harry immediately leapt to his feet, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and ran downstairs. He found his uncle yelling at someone at the front door. He ran over to see Mr. Weasley standing on the front porch looking very cross. And before their argument could go any further, he interrupted them.
"I'm ready Mr. Weasley." Said Harry, pulling his trunk to one side and the cage to the other.
"Ah, good...well I guess we should be off then." He grabbed Harry's arm, leading him to the street corner.
"And I don't want to see you here again!!!" Vernon shouted and then slammed the door.
"Good to see you Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, and then frowned a bit. "How have you been holding up?" Harry knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Oh...fine, I guess." Harry lied.
"Well here we are Harry." Harry hadn't even realized that they had walked into some kind of alley that was rather dark and smelled quite bad.
"Where are we?" And then he heard a familiar voice echoing from the other end.
"Is that you Harry? Dad, bloody hell what took you so long? It smells awful in this place." Harry could hear Ron's voice coming closer
"Lumos." Said Mr. Weasley, and then Harry could see Ron walking towards them. "Where's your sister Ron?"
"Hey Ron."
"Hello Harry... you been alright?" Ron's eyebrows furrowed a bit.
"I guess." Harry lowered his head. "Ginny's here?"
"Yeah...she's in the car still." He nodded towards the back of the alley.
"Oh."
"Well, we should get going then now shouldn't we?" He walked down towards the other end of the alley and Harry and Ron followed. Harry soon saw the car, it wasn't very fancy, but if it would get him out of the clutches of his aunt and uncle, it was perfect. Then he saw Ginny sitting in the back seat. And that is when his inner voice started to pester him.
'She has changed a bit hasn't she?' 'Yeah' Harry thought. 'She's awfully cute, isn't she?' 'What are you talking about?' 'Nothing, nothing...I was just saying-' 'Well stop!' 'Psh, fine'. Harry got into the car and glanced at Ginny for a second. She looked back and smiled at him, and to his surprise this made a slight shiver go up his spine.
"Hello, Harry. It's nice to see you again." She said with a smile on her face, but then it fell. "How have you been?" Harry was beginning to get tired of this question. But he smiled back at her anyway.
"Alright I suppose...and you? How have you been?"
"Great! Mum can't wait to see you and Hermione is due to arrive late tonight." Ginny's eyes shifted a bit.
"Well-"but Harry was interrupted when the car started up. They drove slowly out of the alley and stopped for a moment. Then they hovered and within a few moments were in the air and not to be seen. Harry decided to look out the window for a bit. He continued this meaningless gaze for a few hours and then Glanced at Ginny for a brief moment and then tried to focus his attention on the clouds outside his window. This didn't last long, he found himself looking at Ginny once again. 'Isn't she pretty? I mean she isn't a little girl anymore' 'Shut up! Shut up!'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'Fine!'
Harry ran downstairs to tell his uncle the "good news". He was so excited not just that he was leaving but that he got to tell his uncle that he was leaving bright and early the next day with the Weasleys!
When he reached the living room he saw his uncle reclining himself, lazily, on the sofa. While Dudley was lying on the loveseat in an identical position to his father. Normally someone would complement a man on having a son who was the spitting image of him, but that was not the case in this situation. Harry decided not to drag this out; he stood there in front of his uncle. "What do you want boy?!?!?!" Vernon struggled to sit up. "Well...I just thought you should know that Mr. Weasley is coming to pick me up tomorrow morning." Harry sighed with relief.
"WHAT!?!?!?!" Vernon yelled "I don't think so, that wretched man is not stepping foot in this house AGAIN!" His face was turning steadily more and more, red.
"Well, he'll be here at 7."
"Are you deaf boy? Didn't you hear what I said?" Outstandingly, his face grew even redder.
"Oh I heard you...it's just that...you don't really have a choice, do you?"
"Excuse me?" Vernon's face was now a deep purple, Harry thought he might explode.
"Well, what I mean is that you can't really stop him now can you? He's a wizard and you are a muggle." Harry saw his uncle wince at the words; 'muggle', 'wizard', this made a smile slightly curl onto his face. As for Vernon, he was left option less. "Well," he said through gritting his teeth, "...go back to your room, I don't want to see you until that man comes in, God knows what kind of transportation device. I don't want to see your dirty little face until that time!" he spat. Harry didn't say another word, he raced upstairs. He knew he would have a hard time sleeping that night.
Harry slowly opened his heavy eyes and looked at the clock on his bed- side table, 7:30! He had over-slept. And that's when he heard a shouting from downstairs.
"GET OUT OF HERE, YOU, YOU...FREAK!"
"With pleasure, but I have come for Harry and I'm not leaving without him!" Harry immediately leapt to his feet, grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and ran downstairs. He found his uncle yelling at someone at the front door. He ran over to see Mr. Weasley standing on the front porch looking very cross. And before their argument could go any further, he interrupted them.
"I'm ready Mr. Weasley." Said Harry, pulling his trunk to one side and the cage to the other.
"Ah, good...well I guess we should be off then." He grabbed Harry's arm, leading him to the street corner.
"And I don't want to see you here again!!!" Vernon shouted and then slammed the door.
"Good to see you Harry!" Mr. Weasley said, and then frowned a bit. "How have you been holding up?" Harry knew exactly what he was talking about.
"Oh...fine, I guess." Harry lied.
"Well here we are Harry." Harry hadn't even realized that they had walked into some kind of alley that was rather dark and smelled quite bad.
"Where are we?" And then he heard a familiar voice echoing from the other end.
"Is that you Harry? Dad, bloody hell what took you so long? It smells awful in this place." Harry could hear Ron's voice coming closer
"Lumos." Said Mr. Weasley, and then Harry could see Ron walking towards them. "Where's your sister Ron?"
"Hey Ron."
"Hello Harry... you been alright?" Ron's eyebrows furrowed a bit.
"I guess." Harry lowered his head. "Ginny's here?"
"Yeah...she's in the car still." He nodded towards the back of the alley.
"Oh."
"Well, we should get going then now shouldn't we?" He walked down towards the other end of the alley and Harry and Ron followed. Harry soon saw the car, it wasn't very fancy, but if it would get him out of the clutches of his aunt and uncle, it was perfect. Then he saw Ginny sitting in the back seat. And that is when his inner voice started to pester him.
'She has changed a bit hasn't she?' 'Yeah' Harry thought. 'She's awfully cute, isn't she?' 'What are you talking about?' 'Nothing, nothing...I was just saying-' 'Well stop!' 'Psh, fine'. Harry got into the car and glanced at Ginny for a second. She looked back and smiled at him, and to his surprise this made a slight shiver go up his spine.
"Hello, Harry. It's nice to see you again." She said with a smile on her face, but then it fell. "How have you been?" Harry was beginning to get tired of this question. But he smiled back at her anyway.
"Alright I suppose...and you? How have you been?"
"Great! Mum can't wait to see you and Hermione is due to arrive late tonight." Ginny's eyes shifted a bit.
"Well-"but Harry was interrupted when the car started up. They drove slowly out of the alley and stopped for a moment. Then they hovered and within a few moments were in the air and not to be seen. Harry decided to look out the window for a bit. He continued this meaningless gaze for a few hours and then Glanced at Ginny for a brief moment and then tried to focus his attention on the clouds outside his window. This didn't last long, he found himself looking at Ginny once again. 'Isn't she pretty? I mean she isn't a little girl anymore' 'Shut up! Shut up!'
'No.'
'Yes.'
'Fine!'