Chapter Three: The Tickets
Harry held up the tickets in the light. They looked like normal Phil Collins Concert tickets. But they pulsed with arcane magical energy. He could feel the spirits within tickets beckoning him to release them from their papery prison. Harry was excited with excitement. He pulled out his wand and began pointlessly waving it around and making explosion sound effects with his mouth. The voices in the tickets got louder. He held up the tickets in the light, pointed his wand straight at them and yelled the incantation with all the energy he had.
"Ticketus Releaseus!"
Harry's wand emitted a surging beam of purple magical energy which caused the tickets to levitate in the air.
Purple, Harry thought. The color of Ravenclaw. I wonder if this has to do with the new prophecy.
"I…I think it's working!" Harry yelled.
The tickets were glowing as brightly as all the cigarette lighters at a Phil Collins concert put together.
"It's going to work! It's going to wo—"
With that last word, the tickets evaporated in a puff of smoke and a shower of golden sparks, which likewise disappeared. The room returned to its normal color and the tickets were nowhere to be seen.
"Well that was a waste of time," Harry said.
Harry picked up the message from DMalfoy and read his message again.
"I think I should report this seller to the authorities of Ebay. Nobody, but nobody, sends Harry Potter, the Scourge of Worlds, The Bane of Muggledom, Lord of the Banshees, I mean, Banished, Lord of the Banished, defective tickets!" Harry was awash in feelings of betrayal.
"It's time to return to the land of the Living."
Harry picked up his wand, his quaffle, his broom, his talking amulet which he named Bort, his canteen, his book of Muggle Pranks and his other talking amulet which he also named Bort.
Harry made his way towards the front door. It was just in the other room so it didn't take much time. But just before he put his hand on the knob to open the door, Dudley flung himself between Harry and the door.
"You brainless prat. What do you think you are doing?" Dudley exclaimed.
"I'm going back" Harry said.
"You can't go back! I'm so tired of telling you this. They won't let you back in! You're a fool to think you can get back!" Dudley yelled.
"I can do whatever I want!" Harry retorted.
"Yeah, you sure can," Dudley monkeyed. "Including getting us sent out here, right?"
Harry was silent, but his wand spoke for him.
"Blasticular!" Harry shouted at Dudley.
Harry's wand spit huge gobs of kindergarten paste at Dudley which weighed him down so much that Harry was able to jump over him.
"Let's see if you can get out of that this time, Fuddy Duddy!"
Harry laughed, and the door shut behind him.