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Chapter two: New uses for muggle technology

Harry was looking out at the street before him, the disgusting footpath covered in disgusting chewing gum of all different shapes and sizes. It had been five minutes since Uncle Vernon had entered the rather disgusting hotel before them and Harry could just see the tip of his hat bumping up and down as he argued with the nineteenth receptionist today.

As usual, he came out looking disappointed but trying as hard as he could not to show it. He opened the door of the car and placed his rather large behind on the squeaky leather seat.

"I'm afraid they are booked out." He said, checking his moustache in the mirror and fiddling with it a bit before starting the car.

"It's alright." Aunt Petunia said, crossing off another hotel of her four page list. "I'm sure the next one will take us."

Harry had been trapped in this car for over three hours now and was getting very bored of this stupid routine. But then, something rather unexpected happened.

Uncle Vernon's cell phone rang.

But it wasn't the fact that his cell phone rang that was surprising, it was who was calling.

"Hello?" A familiar voice rang out of the phone. "Is this thing on?"

"Yes." replied Uncle Vernon.

"Ah, good." The voice said cheerily. "Technology, never really understood it."

"Who is this?"

"Well, we heard that you had a little trouble with your house, you know with the flames and all."

Uncle Vernon was confused. Had the news got round this fast?

"We were just wondering if you were looking for a place to stay then maybe you would like to come here."

Uncle Vernon was taken aback. He was very suspicious of people who were nice to him.

"Who is this?"

"Arthur Weasley." Mr Weasley replied.

A smile grew on Harry's face so wide it almost gave him cramp.

"Where are you?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Outside your window."

Harry looked out side to see Arthur Weasley standing in a strange form of muggle clothing, a walkman in his right hand.

Harry leapt out of the car and Mr Weasley waved to him happily as the Dursleys raised their eyebrows in disgust at what they saw.

"Have we met before?" Uncle Vernon asked, peering down his nose as Mr Weasley.

"Oh yes of course." Mr Weasley said brightly. "But there is no time for chitchat now. If you'll just step this was please."

But none of the Dursleys dared to more from their spot.

"Don't worry I'm not going to hurt you."

But still, they stood, as still as rocks, fear spread across their faces like butter.

"Alright then." Mr Weasley sighed. "Harry, you first."

Harry walked over to where Mr Weasley was standing. He had missed Mr Weasley; it was nice to have someone smile at him again.

"Now all, you have to do Harry is stick these ear macrophomes-"

"Microphones." Harry corrected, taking the walkman from Mr Weasley and staring down at it.

It was different to any other he had seen before. It had a crest in the middle of it, obviously the Weasley crest with many different plug holes and many different symbols he had never seen before. He flipped it over and saw a small television screen type thing, which was black and had no on switch.

"Now put on is your left ear." Mr Weasley instructed, the Dursleys still looking petrified as Harry placed one ear piece in his ear.

"Now before you put the other one in Harry, take a deep breath." Mr Weasley warned before shoving the other ear piece in his right ear. "But you never do the first time."

Harry never got to ask Mr Weasley why as Harry soon found out. It all started with the sound. The high pitch continuous screaming that entered his head through the CD walkman and cause him to scream back in pain.

Then came the pictures. Slowly the Dursleys and Mr Weasley went completely out of focus and his world began filling up… with water.

It wasn't long before Harry was panicking, the water soon drenching his trousers as it filled up from nowhere, the high pitched screaming still coming. He was out of breath, though he had hardly moved as his heat raced inside his chest.

The water didn't stop rising. Harry felt trapped in a world of swirling colours as his head begin to come to the conclusion that he was going to die. Soon, his entire body was surrounded by frozen water, only his mouth and nose peeping out of the cold.

This was it, he was going to die.

He took a deep breath as the water zoomed over his head, the walkman still screeching in his head.

But what came next didn't make Harry relax. The water around him began to colder. So cold in fact that he thought his blood had stopped moving all together. Adrenalin was rushing around his body as he felt the liquid around him slowly turn to ice.

His lungs were beginning to ache now, he had not taken enough breath to last him much longer as now he could not move anything form his hips down. The noise still haunted him as he felt the last of the cold water turn to ice.

Then he was free.

He felt the air rush back into his lungs as the high-pitched screaming evaporated. His world came out of the swirling and his blood began to move around his body once more. He looked up. The shaped before him were solid but covered by a layer of black which ended up being his soaked hair. He looked at his fingers which were not pale or blue as he had expected but just as normal hands are and as he touched his face he felt them to be as warm as usual.

A figure was coming towards him, a large white sheet in their hands.

"Oh you poor dear." The voice said calmly as the person wrapped the towel around Harry.

That was when Harry fainted.