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Chapter 2
June 19 had finally come and Harry could not possibly be happier. The Dursleys still had no clue that he was leaving but he didn't care. They'd be happy.
As 5 o'clock rolled around there was still no sign of Hermione or Ron.
"They aren't going to break down my new fireplace are they?" Uncle Vernon asked aggressively. He was obviously remembering two years ago when they came to pick Harry up for the Quidditch World Cup.
"I don't think so," responded Harry. " They might be driving."
Neither of them were correct though'.
CRACK!
Two red-haired boys wearing dragon-like coats appeared in the center of the living room.
"Hello Harry. Hope your summers been good."
"Fred! George! What are you guys doing here? I thought we were using the Floo Network." Said Harry
" We are but we offered to apperate over here and give you the Floo Powder. Here you go, we'll expect to see you soon."
They handed over a leather pouch containing Floo Powder.
CRACK!
"What was that? Yelled Uncle Vernon. "They gave you Floor Powder and left? What is Flood Powder?"
"Floo Powder," corrected Harry," It is what you use in the fire."
"No! You can't use that in my fire!"
"I won't, I need to go over to Mrs. Figg's house."
"Miss. Figg? She is not a You-Know-What!"
"I know she's not a You-Know-What" he said in a mockingly voice. "She's a squib. And I'm leaving. I guess I'll see you next summer."
He threw open the door, dragged his trunk and Hedwig out, and slammed the door in Uncle Vernon's face.
As Harry was walking away he heard Uncle Vernon roar.
"Boy, get back herrreee!"
Harry took off. Sprinting just about as fast as he could, which was quite slow considering he had a trunk and an owl cage. Uncle Vernon burst out the door, and ran as fast as his highly overweight body could carry him.
Vernon was soon out of breath and had to retire to going back to his house after creating a huge scene.
Harry stopped running. Collecting his breath, he strolled over to Mrs. Figg's house. He knocked three times and the door flew open.
"Hello Harry," said Mrs.Figg. " What can I do for you?"
"I need to use your fire."
"Of course," said Mrs. Figg in a raspy voice. " You're going to the Burrow."
" Well, yah. How did you know?" inquired Harry.
" Every letter goes through the Order." Said Mrs. Figg. " Mrs. Granger sent you a letter asking on behalf of the Weasleys."
" Okay, whatever. Can I use your fire now?"
" Go right ahead." Said Mrs. Figg.
Harry walked to the fire. He carefully opened the leather pouch, grabbed a pinch of powder and threw it into the fire. The flames immediately turned green. Harry stepped into the green flames and shouted "The Burrow".
He started flying rapidly upwards. There were many fireplaces he could see. There was a sudden jerk and he fell out of the Floo Network onto a green rug.
