"I really can't believe you're going to stay there with me. My three best friends, staying in a muggle house," Harry told them.
"A muggle house? Is that what you call it? I live in one during the summer too," Hermione reminded him.
"Don't worry 'bout it. Look at the better side," Ron looked out of the ministry car and gasped at the sight of the large house. "I can't believe my luck. We get to stay in a huge house, that doesn't include annoying adults telling us what to do. I'm so glad that we can do magic out of school this year, now that we are considered adults."
"I'm not," Ginny reminded them.
"I forgot about that. How are you supposed to help me on the journey?" Harry asked.
"I thought you said that the ministry only knows that someone is doing magic in the place, but if there are other wizards or witches, they won't know who did it," Hermione replied. "So, basically, Ginny's fine. We're adults, so the ministry won't know if we did it, or Ginny."
"Wingardium Leviosa." Harry said, and with a wave of his wand, the four trunks rose, and hovered in front of the front door. Harry knocked, and Dudley answered the door. Without warning, Harry swung the trunks through the door and into Dudley. Thump.
"Oww," Dudley grunted. "I'll kill you for that. I'm uninviting you to my party," Dudley shrieked.
" Dudley, you can't uninvited me if you didn't ever invite me," Harry told him.
"You're going to stay locked in your room. Ha! Who are they?" Dudley suddenly noticed Ron, Hermione, and Ginny.
"School friends. They're staying here for a week."
"Hey, you're that kid with those red-headed brother's that broke Harry out of his room when I was twelve," Dudley stared at Ron, not looking very pleased to have him staying at his home. "You're not allowed to do magic outside of your cruddy school. You're going to be expelled!"
"The 'cruddy' school you're talking about, isn't going to be opening up again this year. Oh, didn't I tell you? We wizards turn into adults at age seventeen," Harry stated. "Now will you please move?"
"Once you tell me who your girlfriends are," Dudley braced himself, ready for a blow.
""Hi, I'm Hermione Granger," she said trying to keep Harry from doing another spell in front of a muggle. "Oh, and this is Ginny Weasley. She's sixteen, and I'm seventeen."
"And who is he?" Dudley asked, and pointed toward Ron.
"Ron Weasley. Now will you move? Or do you want me to blow your head off?"
"Go on in," Dudley stepped out of the way without hesitating, as he said this.
"Is this how it is every summer," Ron whispered to the three, "to live with muggles?"
"Not all the time," Harry replied.
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading, please review. Sorry for such a long wait.
