"What?" Harry wondered what in the world Mr. Lupin had in mind.

"I'm going back there with you," Mr. Lupin said.

Harry scoffed, "the Dursleys won't let you in the door."

"Harry, your father was my very first friend. Even though we just met today, there is nothing I wouldn't do to make sure you were safe. Can you trust me to protect you?"

Harry wasn't sure what to think. He wanted nothing more than to try apparating away again. Anything to avoid going back to the Dursleys. Even so, he also wanted to stay with Mr. Lupin. Something about the man made him feel safe. So, he nodded.

Harry walked with Mr. Lupin and Dumbledore down to the school gate. He was still wondering exactly what Mr. Lupin was going to do about The Dursleys. When they got there, he turned to say goodbye to Professor Dumbledore.

"Harry, it has been a pleasure to meet you again. I hope you will remember that help will always be given at Hogwarts to those who ask for it."

"Thank you, professor. For everything." Harry said. He gave the man a hug and Mr. Lupin shook the headmaster's hand.

"Severus will be in touch with you at the proper time."

"Thank you Albus. Tell Snape thank you from me."

"I shall. Farewell and good luck to both of you."

They stepped through the gate.

"Ready? We're going to apparate again."

"Yeah, I'm ready."

"Hold on tight."

Harry gripped Mr. Lupin's hand tightly. He felt the same squeezing sensation as before and when they landed, they were back in Diagon Alley.

"What are we doing here?" Harry asked. "I thought we were going home."

"We are, I just need to run a little errand first." Mr. Lupin said.

They walked along to a big white building with a huge sign that read Gringotts. Harry stared at the figure standing near the door in a uniform of gold and scarlet. It was about Harry's height and it had long fingers and feet. The creature's face was dark with a pointed beard and Harry got the impression that it might be very clever. He tugged on Mr. Lupin's arm.

"What's that?" he whispered.

"Oh, he's a goblin. They own the bank." Mr. Lupin said. "I know they look different but remember that they're just people like you and me."

Harry was unsure but still said, "okay."

The goblin bowed low as they walked through the burnished bronze doors. Harry tried for his best smile and said, "Hello" as they passed. There was a second set of doors in silver and two more goblins to bow them through. To one side there was a large counter with about a hundred goblins sitting on high stools pouring through ledgers and examining artifacts, coins, and precious stones. A free goblin waved them over.

"Good afternoon." Mr. Lupin said. "I have a letter from Albus Dumbledore."

He handed over the letter and waited for the goblin to read it.

"This is a most unusual request but it can be done. There is, naturally, a steep fee."

"Professor Dumbledore will agree to any reasonable amount."

"10% of the total."

"I said a reasonable amount. 3%."

"Being that this is Albus Dumbledore and considering the esteem goblins have for him, I can offer 6% but no lower."

Mr. Lupin frowned and then nodded slowly.

"It is entirely too late to visit a vault as deep as Dumbledore's. I will offer Professor Dumbledore a complimentary express withdrawal for the remaining amount."

"I'm sure the professor will be most appreciative."

The goblin waved over another goblin and whispered to him. The second goblin left and returned carrying a small bag and an envelope. Mr. Lupin shoved both into his pocket and thanked both goblins. Then, he and Harry left the bank.

Once outside, Harry and Mr. Lupin apparated again. When they appeared they were in an alley that Harry recognized. It was halfway between Privet Drive and the park.

"Know where you are?" Mr. Lupin asked.

"Yes."

"Okay, lead the way."

"Mr. Lupin, can I ask you a question?"

"You just did Harry." Mr. Lupin smiled and Harry couldn't help but to smile as well. "Of course. Always."

"What are you going to do to the Dursleys?"

"I do have a plan but mostly it depends on them. We will have to see."

Harry nodded.

"Harry, you know Mr. Lupin feels a bit formal."

"Oh. What should I call you then?"

"Well, the first time I met you, after you were born, Lily told you I was your Uncle Remus."

"Uncle Remus." Harry said it out loud, trying it out. He looked up at his Uncle Remus and smiled. "Yeah, I like it."

"Excellent."

They reached the Dursley residence at number 4 Privet Drive in short order. Harry went up to the door and found it unlocked as usual. He opened it and walked in just a few steps before he felt a sharp pain in his ear.

"Have you had any idea the sort of day we've had boy? The school called; said you'd run off. We've had to talk to the bloody police."

"Dursley, let him go."

"What the bloody hell? Who are you?"

Harry heard Uncle Vernon yelp and then he felt the pain in his ear vanish. He turned to see Uncle Remus pointing his wand at Uncle Vernon's head.

"Vernon? Who's there?" Harry heard Aunt Petunia coming around the corner. When she saw Uncle Remus she screamed.

"Oh, hush Tuney."

Aunt Petunia stared at Uncle Remus in disbelief. "The only person who ever called me that was Lily."

"Yes, she mentioned that you hated it."

"Who are you?"

"I'm not surprised you don't remember me. It's been about 10 years since we met."

Aunt Petunia's eyes widened. "You're one of those freak friends of hers from that school. You were at mum's funeral."

"Remus Lupin."

"None of you people are supposed to be here. We had a deal."

"A deal made under the condition that you would treat Harry as your son. Well, do you starve and beat your son? Make him sleep in the cupboard? No?"

"If you don't like the way we treat him, then why bring him back?" said Uncle Vernon.

"Because, unlike you, I do what Albus Dumbledore asks of me."

"And what has he asked you to do?" Uncle Vernon was trembling while trying to pretend that he wasn't afraid of Uncle Remus.

"How about we sit down and discuss it like adults?"

Uncle Remus, wand still in hand, waved them towards the living room. When everyone was seated, he spoke.

"Professor Dumbledore left Harry in your care because your home, despite its faults, was the safest place for him. I have brought him back here because that is still true. However, the professor realizes that he severely overestimated your capacity for basic human decency."

Uncle Remus produced a folder that Harry hadn't noticed before. He pulled out a single page and handed it to Uncle Vernon.

"Going forward, I will see to Harry's care. Beyond that, you have two options. The first requires you to rent two rooms in your home, one for me and one for Harry. You'll see that the proposed rate is well above market value."

Harry could see the war in Uncle Vernon's eyes. On one hand he did not want Remus Lupin living in their house. On the other hand, he very much liked money.

"What's the erm second option?" Uncle Vernon asked.

Uncle Remus gave him a dark look and pulled another piece of paper out of the folder.

"I forge you and your wife's signatures on this document granting me custody of your son."

Aunt Petunia cried out, "What? Why?"

"The charm requires Harry to live with his mother's blood relative. Dudley qualifies," Uncle Remus explained calmly. "Normally I would find kidnapping repugnant, but considering the harm you've inflicted on the boy, I daresay his life would improve greatly if you were not in it."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia looked appalled. "Us—mistreat Dudders?" Uncle Vernon said. "Rubbish."

"You'll not take him in any case you monster," Aunt Petunia said, angrily.

"Then agree to the terms."

Harry looked up at Uncle Remus. He was just as appalled as his aunt and uncle. What sort of person was this who could talk of kidnapping so calmly?

They looked at one another for a few moments and finally Aunt Petunia held her husband's hand and said, "I think we must accept his offer."

"We agreed to stamp this nonsense out when we took him in. I'll not have two of them in this house," Uncle Vernon argued angrily.

"Vernon, I know what you're thinking but it's no use. I wouldn't be surprised if he's already done something to make us easy to track." Aunt Petunia spoke quietly but firmly, "I will not lose my baby."

Uncle Vernon sagged his shoulders and nodded his agreement. Harry had never seen him look so defeated.

"The first payment should arrive in tomorrow's post then every month thereafter." Uncle Remus stood and gestured for Harry to follow him into the kitchen. He watched as the man rifled through the fridge and the cupboards coming up with something to make for supper. When the food was cooking, Uncle Remus sat down across from Harry and told him to ask anything he liked. Harry was afraid but he still asked the question that was most on his mind.

"Would you have really kidnapped Dudley?"

"I-I don't know, Harry," Uncle Remus said, trembling lightly. "I think it would have had to be the only choice left. Voldemort's followers are a real danger to you and as I said before, I will do anything to keep you safe."

After supper, Uncle Remus helped Harry clean out the cupboard under the stairs and carry what little there was up to Dudley's second bedroom. The Dursleys hadn't joined them for supper even though there was more than enough food. Uncle Remus had simply packed it all up for lunches when Aunt Petunia insisted upon making something herself.

Harry helped Uncle Remus clear up all of Dudley's old broken things while telling the story of as many things as he could. Dudley had once driven the small, working tank over the next-door neighbor's dog. The birdcage was from a pet parrot that had been in the house for all of 2 weeks before Dudley had swapped it for a real air rifle. Dudley had then promptly sat on it and, due to his girth, had bent the end all up.

"The books don't look like they've been touched at all."

"Dudley doesn't like books."

"Do you like books Harry?"

"I never had one that wasn't a schoolbook."

"Well, let's examine your cousin's collection shall we. I doubt he'll mind."

Harry was nervous but he followed Uncle Remus over to the bookshelf. They looked through the books together and found one that looked interesting. They sat on the bed and read it together until Harry started feeling sleepy.

"I do believe it's bedtime Harry. Go on teeth brushed and pjs on."

Harry went to the bathroom to brush his teeth. He'd had to pass Dudley's room where his cousin was still laying on the bed crying that Harry had his second bedroom. As horrible as Dudley had been to him, Harry couldn't help but feel the tiniest bit sorry for his cousin since Harry thought it was the first time that Dudley had ever been told that he couldn't have what he wanted. Harry finished brushing his teeth and climbed into bed.

"Goodnight Harry." Remus said from the door. "Pleasant dreams."

"Goodnight Uncle Remus."

The next morning, he woke up feeling like he'd slept on a cloud. He smelled breakfast cooking from downstairs and wandered down thinking that he might avoid being yelled at if he made it to the kitchen before Aunt Petunia called for him to help. But when he walked into the kitchen, it was Uncle Remus there frying bacon.

"Morning Harry. Why don't you give me a hand with this?"

"Sure." Harry went to the pan and carefully turned the bacon so it didn't burn or stick together.

"Done that before have you?"

"Yeah."

"You're good at it." Harry smiled at Uncle Remus's praise. He put the finished bacon on a plate produced by Uncle Remus and then watched him pour batter into the pan and then place it in the oven. "It's a useful skill, knowing how to cook without magic."

"You can cook with magic?"

"Of course. But I learned this way from my mum."

"Was she a witch?"

"Nope. Mum was a muggle. Dad saved her from a boggart." Uncle Remus told the story while slicing and then pan roasting tomatoes. "To tell you the truth, he completely oversold how dangerous boggarts are to play the dashing hero."

"What's a boggart?" Harry asked. He'd taken over watching the tomatoes while Uncle Remus fried a couple of eggs.

"That's a kind of creature that likes to hide in dark places. Then it jumps out at you and turns into your worst nightmare."

Harry shivered. "I don't think I'd like to find one of those."

"No one does. But, it's important to remember the difference between scary and dangerous."

Harry nodded.

"I think we're all ready."

Uncle Remus pulled the hot pudding out of the oven and then slid the fried eggs into it. Then he waved his wand and the food leapt out of the pans and onto plates that had flown over from the cupboard. Once they were empty, the pans set to work scrubbing themselves over the sink while Harry and Uncle Remus sat down to eat.

"Wow, can you teach me to do that?"

Uncle Remus chuckled. "Of course, Harry. As soon as you get your wand."

"When will that be?"

"When you're 11."

"Why then?"

"That's when you'll go to Hogwarts to start learning magic."

"Oh." Harry thought for a moment. "Is there anything I could learn now?"

"Hmm. You could always read about history and theory, and you don't need a wand to learn potions. There's always flying too."

"I could learn to fly!"

"Sure, on a broom."

"You weirdos actually fly on brooms." Dudley said from the door.

"Good morning Dudley," Uncle Remus said. "And yes, witches and wizards do fly on brooms."

Dudley looked at Uncle Remus as if he were mad and then reached out to grab a piece of bacon but before he could, Uncle Remus stopped him.

"Dudley, it's proper to ask permission before taking someone else's food."

"What?"

"He means you should say please," Harry said.

Dudley glared at Harry. "Shut your face twerp."

"That's not very nice Dudley. Apologize to Harry."

"I won't."

"Then I'm afraid you're not welcome to join us."

"But, I'm hungry."

"Ask your mother to make you something."

Dudley glared at Uncle Remus clearly expecting him to cave. Harry started eating faster knowing that Dudley might have a tantrum and upset the plates. Instead, Dudley stormed out and stamped his feet as he went up the stairs shouting for his parents.

Harry looked at Uncle Remus in awe.

"Finish your breakfast. We have some things to do today."

"Oh right, school." Harry said sadly as he finished what was on his plate. He helped Uncle Remus clean up the kitchen which went loads faster with magic to help. When he left to go change clothes, he passed Aunt Petunia in the hall. He said good morning to her and continued. Upstairs he found that Uncle Remus had resized all of his clothes. Everything fit him perfectly and there were a few things that he didn't think he'd seen before. Harry shrugged and picked one of the new looking shirts and a pair of jeans. When he returned downstairs with his schoolbag, Aunt Petunia was making breakfast for a pouting Dudley.

"Ready?" Uncle Remus asked and Harry nodded.

"Why are you leaving so early?" Dudley asked.

"We need to have a little chat with your headmaster."

Uncle Remus opened the door and they walked out towards Harry's school. When they arrived, Uncle Remus directed Harry to sit on a bench outside of the office and wait for him. He noticed a couple of older boys approaching him.

"Well look it's Potter."

"Hey, how much trouble are you in for skiving off yesterday?"

"None." Harry said calmly.

"You can't be serious."

Harry just shrugged.

"Hey somethings different about you today."

"He's got new clothes and they actually fit him."

"Oh yea. What'd you do yesterday? Rob a bank?"

Harry quickly thought up a version of the truth that didn't involve magic. "I got tired of being Dudley's punching bag so I left. I went to visit some people who used to know my mum and dad."

"And they bought you new clothes and got you out of trouble?"

"Pretty much."

"Heh. Cool." The older boys nodded to Harry and walked away. He was shocked that they even bothered talking to him let alone being kind of nice.

"Harry." Uncle Remus called to him from the front office door. He got up and walked over. Uncle Remus led him into the headmaster's office. The headmaster was sitting behind his desk looking a little the worse for wear.

"How are you today, Harry?" the headmaster said.

"Fine, thank you, and you sir?"

"I've had better days Harry but thank you for asking. I'd like you to know that you're not in any trouble for leaving the grounds yesterday. We should have never let it get to the point where you weren't safe here and for that I apologize."

"Apology accepted sir."

"Thank you, Harry. Now, first off, we're going to wipe your record clean, it's going to be a fresh start for everyone."

"Does that mean you're going to stop blaming me for stuff Dudley does?"

"Now, Harry, I know you have problems with Dudley but you've done enough on your own."

"Like what?" Harry glanced at Uncle Remus but couldn't read his expression.

"Well, like making all of your classmates afraid of you."

"Dudley's been beating up anyone who's nice to me since reception."

"And not handing in your homework?"

"Dudley steals it."

"Well, um. Like I said, Harry, it's a clean slate for everyone."

"Right," Harry said. He had to try very hard to stop himself from rolling his eyes.

The headmaster cleared his throat nervously. "Second, we're going to move you across the hall into Mrs. Phillips's class."

"I won't be in the same class with Dudley anymore?"

"No, you won't. And, if he or anyone else bothers you you're to tell a teacher. If they don't do anything about it, come directly to me. Understand?"

"Yes, sir."

"Excellent." the headmaster glanced at the clock. "Let's get you to class on time alright."

"Okay."

"Harry, I'll be here to meet you after school. Here's your lunch." Uncle Remus handed him a paper bag that had a bit of heft to it and a £5 note. "If you're still hungry you can get something from the cafeteria."

"Madam Pomfrey said you need to make sure you're full but no extra sweets okay. Real food."

"Yes, Uncle Remus."

Harry gave him a hug and then left for his new class. Mrs. Phillips frowned when Harry walked up to her but after she read the note from the headmaster, she sighed and pointed him towards the only empty seat in the very back. The other students stared at him when he sat down. From their whispers, Harry discovered that there were many rumors about him disappearing from school yesterday.

Mrs. Phillips's class wasn't very different from Mrs. Crabtree's except for the wonderful fact that Dudley wasn't in it. Harry didn't get in trouble for disrupting morning assembly because Dudley wasn't able to sit behind him and kick him. He and his gang still chased Harry in the schoolyard but this time Mr. Wadsworth didn't just snap at all of them for playing rough, he actually made Dudley and his gang sit out the rest of recess leaving Harry free to enjoy himself.

The day wasn't perfect, but it was so much better than yesterday that Harry hardly noticed that Mrs. Phillips snapped at him for not handing in his homework even though he hadn't been in her class yesterday to know what it was. He didn't care that the other kids still didn't really talk to him or that he was still picked last in gym. By the time Uncle Remus met him after school, Harry felt like he'd had the best day of school ever.

Easter Sunday morning, Harry awoke to find a huge chocolate egg sitting by his bed. It was at least a foot wide and decorated with icing. He picked it up and ran out of his room to look for Uncle Remus to thank him for the egg. Only then did he break it open and discover the assortment of candy inside. Harry heard a strange noise coming from the other side of the table and looked to see Dudley red faced and pointing.

"Why is his so much bigger than mine? And it's completely made of chocolate." Dudley tossed his easter basket to the floor breaking it and scattering candy and toys everywhere. "This thing is rubbish. I want one like that."

Aunt Petunia tried her best to calm Dudley. "Dinky Duddydums, it's alright. We'll go get you one like that once the shops open tomorrow."

"How much was that thing anyhow, Lupin?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"I'm not certain."

"Figured you must have stolen it."

"Are those really the only options you can think of Dursley?" Uncle Remus said, exasperated. "It was a gift."

He emphasized the last four words.

Dudley cried louder and went stomping all over the candy on the floor.

"I'm sure that Harry would be willing to share some of his if Dudley were to ask nicely."

Harry nodded slowly. He knew full well that there was no chance of Dudley asking nicely.

"I want my own." Dudley screamed. Then he went for the table. Harry, having seen this particular brand of tantrum before, reached out and pulled Uncle Remus back. Dudley flipped the entire table and the Dursley's breakfast went everywhere.

"Well," Uncle Remus said, clearly shocked. "I suppose it's a good thing Harry and I were planning on going out today."

"Where are we going?"

"I wrote to Bill and Charlie's mother to tell them how kind they were to you. She wrote back and invited us to spend Easter with them. That's not till later though so for now let's go get some breakfast."

They apparated to the Leaky Cauldron where Uncle Remus immediately asked for a private dining room. They had an amazing full breakfast before having a stroll through muggle London. Harry had only been to London once before that he could remember and the quiet empty streets on a holiday morning were eerie compared to the hustle and bustle he'd seen before.

When they got back to the Leaky Cauldron, Uncle Remus had Harry take a handful of a strange powder from a pot on the fireplace. Uncle Remus picked him up and told him to hold on tight.

"Ok, throw it on the flames." Harry did. The flames turned bright green and Uncle Remus shouted, "The Burrow" and stepped into the fireplace. Harry could see gates whizzing past and then they slowed down in time for him to see one that read The Burrow. Uncle Remus carried him through that gate. They stepped out of a fireplace in a kitchen that was not at all like the one at number 4 Privet Drive. For starters it had an actual fireplace in it. It was also much smaller than the one at the Dursleys. Instead of the many gleaming appliances, there was a single stove that looked older than Professor Dumbledore. It was presently holding several pots and pans all full of things that smelled delightful. A plump woman, who was waving her wand at the pots, smiled when she saw them.

"Remus. Welcome! Oh, and this young man must be Harry!"

"Hello." Harry said timidly.

"Harry, this is Molly Weasley. She was the one who made your easter egg."

"Really!" Harry said. "It was amazing. My cousin was so jealous that he flipped the kitchen table."

"Oh my. I do hope you offered to share."

"I did but Uncle Remus said he had to ask nicely first and Dudley never does that."

Harry heard a little squeak come from the kitchen door and a flash of red hair disappear as soon as he looked.

"Ginny, come say hello," Mrs. Weasley said. "She's usually not this shy."

A girl a bit smaller than Harry walked into the kitchen.

"Hello." she said so softly that Harry could barely hear.

"Hi. I'm Harry." He said, extending his hand to her. She shook it and when she stole a glance at him her face was as red as her hair.

"Ginny dear, please let everyone know dinner is ready."

Harry took a seat at the kitchen table next to Uncle Remus. When Ginny left to find her brothers, Uncle Remus whispered in Harry's ear.

"She's cute isn't she."

"I guess."

"Why Harry, you don't think girls are icky do you?"

"No, why would I think that?"

Harry was completely confused by the conversation and decided it was best to stop talking about it, especially since Ginny's family was starting to come into the kitchen. The first one to come in was a boy who looked about his age but taller than Harry.

"Are you Ron?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Bill and Charlie told me they had a brother my age."

"Bill and Charlie told you about me?" Ron said, clearly surprised.

"Yeah, you and Ginny."

Ron smiled and sat down next to Harry.

"Well if Bill and Charlie mentioned ickle Ronniekins"

"They certainly mentioned us."

Two boys who looked maybe 10 or 11 spoke one after the other. They were clearly identical twins.

"Um, no sorry."

"Well George, it looks like we'll have to remind our eldest brothers that we exist."

"Right you are, Fred, maybe a dungbomb in their bedroom will help their memory?"

"You boys will do no such thing." Came Mrs. Weasley's voice from behind her twin sons. "Now sit down both of you."

A tall man followed shortly behind the twins. "Ah, Remus Lupin. Nice to finally meet you. You know Alastor always spoke so highly of you."

"Alastor Moody?" Uncle Remus said, sounding surprised. "Is he still leaving bits of himself all over Britain and Ireland?"

"No, thankfully he's been convinced to take up training instead."

"Oh well, anyone who makes it past him will be an outstanding Auror."

"Certainly." The man looked at Harry. "So, you are Harry Potter then."

Harry nodded.

"Arthur Weasley, pleased to meet you young man."

"Nice to meet you too Mr. Weasley."

Easter dinner was the best meal he'd ever had which was a good thing because Mrs. Weasley kept insisting that he eat more of it. When he insisted that he couldn't possibly fit a fourth helping, she relented. Then she brought out a huge treacle tart for dessert. After the meal, the boys pulled Harry outside to a nondescript shed in the garden. They pulled out four brooms and handed one to Harry. They quickly taught him how to fly and soon he was soaring around the yard. They had to remind him twice to stay below the treetops or the muggles might see.

"Hey, let me have a go."

Harry looked down and saw Ginny. He started to descend but Ron stopped him.

"She's not allowed to fly with us. She's just hoping we'll let her because you're here."

"Rough game quidditch." Fred said.

"Can't be hurting mummy's baby." George said.

Ginny stormed off to sit under a nearby tree and watch. Harry hovered in midair for a minute then he descended anyways. The boys called out to him but he waved them off. He walked over and sat down next to Ginny.

"Why'd you come down?"

"I'm just tired. It was fun though."

"Was that your first time on a broom?"

"Yeah, it was."

"You're good at it. Better than Charlie even."

"You think?"

"Yeah."

She smiled at him. He told her the story of his first time meeting her oldest brothers.

"It would take a hippogriff to get Charlie off of a broom. You should see him when mum's trying to get him to come in for supper. I'll bet Percy yelled at him.

"Who's Percy?"

"Didn't you meet him too?"

"No."

"He's a second year. He stayed at school too even though he doesn't have exams for three more years. He says he needs to get top marks if he's ever going to be a prefect like Bill but I think it's because he keeps hoping Bill and Charlie will stop treating him like a little kid if he acts like them."

"That makes sense, I think. I know I hate being left out of things."

"But, you're Harry Potter, who'd leave you out of things?"

"The Dursleys leave me out of everything. They like to pretend that I don't exist except for Dudley. He goes out of his way to make sure no one at school is ever nice to me."

"That's so mean."

"Yeah. But, when I accidentally apparated to Diagon Alley, Uncle Remus found me and he made everything better."

She was telling him about sneaking her brother's brooms out when Harry saw Ron walking up.

"Um. So, mum said that she never said that you couldn't fly with us and um if we're careful not to let anyone get hurt you can fly with us too."

"I've been asking you to let me fly forever. You're only letting me come with you because you want Harry to come fly some more." Ginny said, angrily. "Maybe I don't want to fly now."

"Oh, come on Ginny, I've been talking to you for five minutes and I know you want to fly. Show them what you can do."

Harry stood up and waited for Ginny. She glared at him for a second then put her hand over the broom Harry had borrowed and said loudly, "Up." The broom leapt up into her hand and she mounted and took off flawlessly. She zoomed around a few laps and then did a barrel roll before diving down and hovering a few feet off the ground.

"Merlin's pants, Ginny." Fred said.

"Where'd you learn to do that." George said.

"Your sister has been sneaking your brooms out for nearly two years." Mr. Weasley said from behind them. He and Uncle Remus had wide smiles.

"Well now we've got a problem," Ron said. "We're short one broom."