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Written by: GodricGriffindor and siriusaboutsirius88
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Harry Potter and the something or other (haven't got a title yet)
Harry awoke from a noise at no.4 Privet Drive. Above him there were two wizards looking down. One wizard, tall and had red hair spoke first. "Hey Harry mate we have come to get you", said Ron Weasley. The other girl, medium height with busy brown hair, bent down and kissed Harry on the cheek. That girl was Hermione Granger. They were Harry Potter's two best friends from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
"Hey Ron, hey Hermione. Why did u have to come for me now, its 2:15 am"? "Sorry mate but we wanted to get you out of here before your uncle and aunt wake up, you know we thought it would be easier when they were asleep", Ron said. "Come on Harry, I packed your trunk for you, everything u need is in it, include your Firebolt", said Hermione "Wow thanks Hermione, you didn't have to do that". "I know but I wanted to", said Hermione
Hermione and Ron struggled to carry the trunk between them as Harry followed them down the stairs. He heard his Uncle's loud snores, and breathed a sigh of relief. They hadn't woke up from the noise.
His Uncle was most pleasant asleep, when he couldn't hint at what Harry was doing wrong. Ever since the order had warned his Uncle, Vernon hadn't dared to interfere with Harry's pleasure, but that didn't mean he wasn't just as nasty.
He still told all of Petunia's friends at the garden club that Harry went to the school for incurable children, and he still treated Harry like dirt.
"How are we leaving"? Harry whispered to Hermione.
"We are taking my new car." Ron replied softly.
When the door opened Harry surveyed the car with a smile. It was an old Chevrolet, an '85 version of the convertible. It was also yellow.
"What's with the color"? Harry asked, staring at the bright yellow with distaste.
Ron's ears turned pink, "I liked it." he responded quickly.
Harry very much doubted that, he supposed that Ron had only bought the car because it was what he could afford. The weasley's, Ron's family, were a very poor wizarding family that usually only purchased hand-me-downs for their many children.
Hermione allowed Harry to sit shotgun and sat in the back with his suitcase. The only good thing about the car's design was that it was topless and very stylish, with a few exceptions. These were the tapped up ashtrays and the broken window look in the back.
"It's not much," Ron said patting the dashboard, "But this baby is mine."
"I like it a lot," Hermione said leaning back on the comfortable back seats.
Ron turned the key and started the car up. It took a few turns for the put of the engine to give a roar and come to life, but it happened. Ron reached over and turned on the Wizard Wireless station, and a song from the weird sisters, a famous wizarding band, came on.
Ron directed the car down little winging and guided it over miles of smooth pavement, before hitting the highway.
"What have you guys been up to"? Harry asked boldly trying to break the barrier of silence.
"Well, uh," Ron glanced nervously at Hermione.
"Let me guess, you can't tell me"? Harry asked bitterly.
"We're going to be home soon, let's wait 'till we get to a more secure location." Hermione said urgently.
"You sound like Mad-eye," Harry said scornfully.
Hermione diffused that remark with a giggle, and despite his feelings Harry's anger dissolved.
"What did you do over the summer that wasn't top secret"? Harry asked, once again breaking the silence.
"I canceled my subscription to Teen people," Hermione said unimportantly.
"What's that"? Ron asked curiously, turning into the left lane and speeding up.
"A teen magazine for fashion," Hermione subconsciously flipped her hair behind her ear, and Harry noticed that its brittle bushy nature, had tuned into a supple brunette heaven. He kept staring at her in the mirror, until she noticed, and he quickly looked out the window.
"I didn't know you were like that." Ron said.
"Like what"? Hermione asked. Harry was back to staring at her in the mirror, Her lashes had also grown, and they seemed to butter her dazzling hazel eyes.
"Like fashion-conscious." Ron said pointedly.
Harry sensed a row coming on and he hastened to loosen the tension, "Why did you cancel the subscription"? He asked patiently.
"I thought I wouldn't have time for it this year, because of the newt preparations." Hermione admitted, staring daggers at the back of Ron's head.
"It's a muggle magazine so how does it get to the school anyhow"? Ron asked turning back into the right lane carefully and slowing down.
Harry watched the exit signs rapidly pass by.
"My mother sends it to me." Hermione answered.
A very slow silence followed this, as a slow mournful song came unto the radio station. Harry glanced nervously out the window. He began to become afraid that Ron wasn't paying attention.
"What exit are you"? Harry asked looking into his rear view mirror.
"Exit 51," Ron replied readily.
Soon enough Exit 51 came into view and Ron turned right off of it heading down a dirty path road.
They drove for about 15 miles before the Burrow's tall appearance was visible.
"Welcome home," Ron said cheerfully, bringing the car to a stop.