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"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon's shout rang through the house. "POTTER!"
"Coming!" Harry yelled back, stuffing his school books into his trunk and sprinting down the stairs.
"Your bloody friends will be here any moment," his uncle growled, turning a splotchy red. "Get your stuff together."
"My stuff is together," Harry snapped. It was five to three. Ron had sent him a note three days ago telling him that (once again) his family would be picking them up to go straight to Hogwarts via Floo Powder. Harry had neglected to let his aunt and uncle know about it…on purpose.
BANG! BANG! BANG! Several successive bangs rang throughout the house as the Weasley twins appeared. Fred and George were smiling widely at Harry.
"Fred! George!"
"Harry, great to see you, mate," George (or was it Fred?) replied, grinning.
"Yeah! Mum sent us to get your bags," Fred (or was it George?) followed up.
"Where are they?" they choursed.
"Upstairs. My room. You know it, right? Where's Ron?" Harry asked.
" 'Where's Ron?' he asks. Not even happy to see us," Fred said, miffed.
"Our little bro is on his way with Dad. They'll be here-" several more bangs echoed- "take that back," George said, scratching his head. "They are here. Have your aunt and uncle boarded up the fireplace again?" Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were staring at the two twins in horror.
"No we have not! And I demand to know WHO YOU ARE!" Uncle Vernon exploded.
"He's my son, Mr. Dursley. Nice to see you again," Mr. Weasley said amiably. "Harry."
"Hello sir," Harry responded.
"Harry!" Ron said, emerging.
"Ron! Have a good summer, mate?" Harry asked.
"Yeah, bloody brilliant! Tell you about it later. I'm guessing Fred and George went to get your bags?" Ron replied.
"Yeah, I guess so," Harry said, finally noticing that the twins had disappeared, probably to terrorize Dudley or something.
"Anyway, we got to go. Dumbledore told Dad that as soon as we got here you had to go to Hogwarts."
"Is he insane?"
"All them genuis's are," Fred said, appearing behind them with the trunk. "Anyway, Harry, off you go. We'll take the trunk." Harry grabbed a bit of Floo Powder.
"Bye," he told his aunt and uncle.
"See you next summer," Uncle Vernon blustered. He obviously did not want to receive a lecture like last summer.
"Go, Harry," Mr. Weasley motioned. "There'll be people waiting for you." Harry stepped into the fire.
"Hogwarts!" he cried, and he was whisked away.
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