Seventeen
Harry looked at his watch. It was 10 seconds more than the last time he had checked it.
'He'll be here. It is a minute after my birthday, but he'll be here.'
Harry wouldn't normally have been shaken by a minute's lateness, but this was life threatening, for a couple of people.
Although Harry was far from liking the Dursleys he didn't want them dead because of him. Since he was 17 he was of age and no longer under the protective magic, Dumbledore had so intelligently, put on him and the Dursleys. This meant that Voldemort could come in and kill him and the Dursleys at any moment.
As Harry was thinking this, he heard a crash and no friendly voices. He went downstairs, and gasped. The walls were gone, there was dirt everywhere, and worst of all there were 6 hooded figures led by a taller hooded person were in the place the door used to be. The Dursleys were frozen together by fear or by magic Harry never knew. A hard, cold, victorious laugh filled the air. It was unearthly. Then one of the followers pulled out a wand, but the leader spoke,
"No, leave them. They are useless lumps of muggles. Instead I suggest you all turn your heads and grab the most dangerous wizard in this room."
They all turned their heads and looked at Voldemort confused, and one actually grabbed the Voldemort by the wrist. It was the last thing he did because Voldemort raised his wand, and without a word there was a green light, and the man fell over. Harry took advantage of that moment to grab the Dursleys and Apparate.
He didn't know if he could with muggles, and he didn't know if he could do with so many people, but he did, and they were all at the front door of The Burrow. He was incredibly tired, having just Side-Apparated with three people, but he did knock on the door. There was a squeal and a scared, but determined voice rang out, "Who wishes to enter?"
"Harry, and I have the Dursleys. Voldemort showed up and we had to run."
"If it is you Harry, who is Bill marrying?"
"Phle-, I mean Fleur."
The door opened and a slightly plump, red haired, worried, woman was in the doorway. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a hug and let them in. Then she quickly shut the door.
"Oh, Harry I'm so sorry. Arthur was just about to go." Her face whitened and she screamed, "Arthur don't go he is here!"
Arthur Weasley appeared in the doorway very white and looked shaken.
"Harry, did he come. Harry I'm am so sorry you could have been killed and it's all my fault. He collapsed on a chair, and screaming again Mrs. Weasley started helping him. Harry started to go help her but she was done, and Mr. Weasley was awake again.