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Scene: On the 31st evening

Harry had been expecting Ginny's arrival today but its already 11.30 pm. He had been sitting around in the living room the whole day (it's very unusual of Harry to be sticking around downstairs for he usually locked himself in his room drowning in his own despair).

"She should have arrived but maybe she changed her mind at the last minute," Harry thought grimly. Although Ginny's coming was not much of a comfort to Harry, he had been looking forward to her arrival. Harry felt that that must be the case and he decided not to wait for her any longer, for the higher the hope the greater disappointment you would get, so he decided to go to bed instead of hanging around waiting.

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It's around 1.00am in the morning. The whole of Privet Drive was very peaceful, all the houses had their lights off. The night was silent, stray cats could be seen roaming around the neighborhood scrapping food from uncover rubbish bins. Suddenly, two people appeared from around the street each carrying a broomstick. Nobody in their right state of mind would be loitering around in the middle of the dead night carrying brooms but they were most certainly in their right mind. They were a man in his mid-forties and a very pretty young girl no more than fifteen years of age.

The cats scattered as they walked along the street, they walked until they reached the gate with a plate saying 'No.4 Privet Drive'.

"This must be the place, Gin", the man spoke.

"I think we should knock on the door, daddy", a sweet girl's voice replied. They knocked on the door but there was no sign of movement from inside the house.

"I think they couldn't hear it. But. wait!! Isn't this a doorbell? I've seen them in Hermione's Muggles Studies textbook." The girl squeaked excitedly pointing at a button on the wall at the right hand side of the door.

"Doorbell? I've heard of them, I think we'll have to press it if I've remembered correctly," the man said and he was now examining the doorbell.

"Erm. daddy, I think we better press it and try to get the muggles' attention. I'm freezing."

"Oh. Oh sure love, can I have the honor of pressing it or do you want to try it too?"

"Sure, you can have the honor of pressing it", the girl rowed her eyes after her father.

The man pressed the button not expecting it to make such a din, both of them almost jumped out of their skins when the bell sounded like a banshee.

Above them, a thud could be heard, Uncle Vernon and Aunt Pertunia had fell from their bed.

"WHO THE DEVIL IS IT?", Uncle Vernon shouted as he stormed down the stairs with Aunt Pertunia following closely behind. His thunderous voice would have shaken the whole house but both Harry and Dudley was still asleep. Harry was having a nightmare, as usual, and was completely oblivious to the commotion downstairs, Dudley was soundly asleep, and nothing could wake him, not even a cannon.

Uncle Vernon wrenched the door open and at the doorsteps stood Mr Weasley and Ginny. Uncle Vernon observed them carefully from head to toe before he realized that the man was the same as the one who blasted his living room a few years ago. Uncle Vernon did not know how to react and there was a very pregnant pause between them until Mr Weasley spoke extending his hand to Uncle Vernon,

"Hi, I'm Arthur Weasley and this is my daughter, Ginny. I think Harry had told you about her coming to spend the summer with your family. We flew here and just reached, I'm so sorry to impose your family at such an late hour but we could only start flying after dark in case the muggles noticed." Uncle Vernon did not take the hand in front of him, instead retreated a few steps backwards.

Uncle Vernon wanted very much to shout at the visitors for disturbing them at such late hour but upon seeing the wand sticking out from Mr Weasley's pocket, decide against the idea. Sensing the tension between them, Mr Weasley took back his arm and said to Ginny,

"So Gin, I'll leave you here. Enjoy the summer, remember to write to us if there is any problem and be good." Mr Weasley took a miniature trunk from his back pocket, took out his wand (the Dursleys ran into the house at this) and transfigured it back to its original size. He gave his daughter a peck at the cheek, stuck his head into the house at the door and shouted to the Dursleys,

"Sorry to bother you, I need to go back now. Feel free to owl me if Ginny misbehaves, Harry would know the way to contact us. Bye!" and he disappeared in a wink into the darkness. Ginny waved to his father as he disapparated, took her trunk and broomstick, and walked into the house closing the door behind her. The two Dursleys were nowhere to be seen, Ginny looked around the house for the sign of them and spotted two pairs of eyes at the top of the stairs. A rough voice was heard saying,

"He's at the second bedroom on the left" and the eyes vanished followed by the slam of the door.

"Weirdo", Ginny thought to herself and walked up the stairs to Harry's room. She stood outside his room and knocked on his door. Inside the room, Harry was jerked out of his sleep by the urgent knock on his room door, he wondered who it was and walked across his room to open the door, at his doorsteps stood Ginny.