Harry woke from a sound sleep to a honking sound outside his window.
A Very Loud honking sound outside his window, that Wasn't A Goose.
He didn't approach the window. Instead, he flung himself out of bed and under it, carefully creeping closer.
Then he heard familiar voices, "Harry! Harry Potter!"
Great, they found me.
Harry scrambled out from under the bed, not in the mood to explain why he'd been under the bed.
"What are you guys doing here?" Harry asked as he flung the window open.
"What else would we do with a flying car?" One of the twins said.
"Yeah, it's not like we were concerned you never wrote us a letter." the other responded huffily, and then grinned.
"What? What letter?" Harry asked, "I'd have sent Hedwig, but I didn't want to annoy Aunt Petunia..." Harry grimaced, "Actually, can you land that thing on the street, without scuffing up anything or making much noise?"
The twins looked at him, and then slowly nodded. "Sure, Harry."
"Thanks," Harry said, smiling broadly. "I'll be down in a jiff."
Harry walked down like a burglar, keeping to the sides of the stairs and being as silent as possible. He opened the back door, and snuck out the back, going along Mr. Cooper's property to the road. There he found the twins.
"Why'd you show up? And in a flying car? Aunt Petunia would go completely off her rocker if she saw you!" Harry said, his curiosity giving way to anger.
"We wanted to make sure you were gettin' on okay." One of the twins smiled.
"Never better," Harry said, trying not to sound defensive. Mostly succeeding, he hoped.
"What's it like living as a muggle?" one twin asked.
"A little hard livin' never hurt no one." Harry said, grinning.
"You do look better than when you left." one of the twins said.
"Would you like to visit our house? I'm afraid we don't have a formal invitation..."
Harry shook his head, "Nah, Aunt Petunia would KILL me if I disappeared without notice. She still has rosebushes she wants me to prune." And I'm not done studying. Your little madhouse doesn't sound very conducive, either.
"It was nice seeing ya," the twins said, as they flew the car off into the night - it was only at the end that a little redheaded girl sat up and waved. That must be their sister. The clever one, I see.
Harry breathed a sigh of relief. Knowing the twins, they might have tried kidnapping him. His truce with Aunt Petunia was a fragile thing - she didn't seem like she'd like pranks either.
If only these Lockhart books weren't so worthless...
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