Harry hoped Dobby was happy with his little stunt because he knew if he ever saw that little creature again it is going to end with another heavenly tank situation. The Dursley's actually did put bars on his windows and they also barricaded his door so he was completely trapped in his room. Hedge was upset because she couldn't go outside but imagine how much worse it was for the Chosen One? This summer sucks!

Harry passed his time by reading the letters that Dobby dropped. There was one from Ron that detailed how the gnomes were being evil in their yard. Harry had no idea gnomes were even real. Did they have little hats? Harry wanted to write back and ask so many questions, but since his window was barred that wasn't possible.

The letter from Hermione was so boring Harry didn't even finish it.

'Harry, you haven't been answering any of our letters, is everything okay? If your relatives are holding you captive you can actually use this spell during emergencies, even the ministry allows it for any situation-' Harry stopped reading then and there. It was the summer, and he wasn't here to learn new spells.

For a week he was stuck in the room. Just when he was starting to realize nobody knew he was trapped and there was no way he could get to Hogwarts, everything changed. While staring through his prison cell bars he spotted a bright light in the sky streaming straight for him! There was a sonic boom that shook the entire neighborhood as a small private jet zoomed up to his window.

"What is happening?" Harry asked out loud, then he saw a flame erupt from the top of the jet! Oh nevermind, it was just Ron and his red hair!

"Harry, we're here to bust you out!" Ron called, then he threw a grappling hook onto the bars. The jet did a loop around the neighborhood in 6 seconds and the force ripped the bars straight off! Some small cracks appeared along the wall, but Harry didn't really care at all.

"Thanks mate!" Harry said, trying to climb out of the window into the jet. He plopped down into one of the seats only to see 2 Ron clones sitting in the other seats. Except they were taller than him. "Oh…erm. Hi!"

The two clones grinned at him and both said "Hi, Harry!" at the same time, which was very creepy. Was there a cloning spell that existed? Did the weasleys just clone their children? Harry had so many questions.

"Are you ready to go?" One of them asked.

"Yes-wait! My school supplies are being held hostage by the Dursleys! Oh, and Hedge."

"Well, where are they?" The clone asked.

Harry told them that the school supplies were under the stairs and waited excitedly while the clones hopped out and ventured into the house.

"That's my brothers, Fred and George! They were the only ones that agreed to help me rescue you. They love breaking rules afterall-" Ron was cut off by an explosion with a flash of light and Harry's ears started ringing. When his hearing came back he heard the Dursley's shouting angrily and the whole house began to shake in the chaotic battle. Soon Fred and George ran back into the room and jumped into the jet with Harry's supplies and Hedge. The Dursleys were not going to let the kid they wished would disappear get away that easily though.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had a grappling hook of their own for some reason and they hooked it onto the tail of the jet right when they were about to fly away. Ron hit the thruster as hard as he could but the Durley's unyielding rage was enough to keep them trapped.

"COVER YOUR EYES!" was the only warning Fred or George gave before throwing a flashbang behind them. Harry didn't close his eyes on time and was completely blinded, but he could feel the jet moving really fast, so he figured they were able to get away.

"I can't believe your muggle relatives would lock you up like that!" Ron exclaimed. "Bloody hell, mate!"

Harry just shrugged. Most parents had to be like that right? The dursleys cared about being normal so much, so putting bars on someone's window was expected. Besides, Neville said that his uncle threw him from a window, which is much worse, so Harry had it easy.

"So how did you guys get a jet anyway?" Harry asked when his vision and hearing came back again.

"Dad loves muggle technology, so he bought it to mess with. Even enchanted it to fly!" One of the twins said.

"Enchanted it to fly? Don't all jets fly?"

"Don't be silly, Harry! Maybe in a perfect world." Harry didn't want to ruin this for them so he said nothing more.

The jet touched down in front of a house that looked like it was mashed together by someone who had only heard of what a house was supposed to look like. The rooms were attached to random parts as if they had run out of room and decided to renovate spontaneously. Harry thought it was very cool.

"FRED! GEORGE! RON!" A woman with flaming red hair came stomping out of the house looking furious. "NO NOTE! BEDS EMPTY! JET GONE!"

Harry flinched back. He should have known that they would get in trouble just because of him…

"Oh- not you, Harry, you're an angel. Come inside and have some food dear!" He was pulled inside and forced to sit in a rickety chair with lots of food piled up on his plate. Was this a trick of some kind? He would have to do the dishes as thanks later, if not.

"YOU!" Ms Weasley pulled on Fred and George's ears and dragged them outside. Harry watched distantly through the window as he munched on some bacon.

"You don't understand mom! It was like a prison, they had his window barred and everything!" Fred and George said in unison. Harry walked over to the doorway to join the conversation.

"I mean it wasn't that bad right? Don't all parents do stuff like that?" Harry said through his mouthful of breakfast. Mrs. Weasley's anger seemed to vanish instantly at his words.

"Oh, sweetie… No." She said before sitting him back down and preparing more breakfast for the rest of the crowd of Weasleys that were starting to wake up and enter the kitchen. A young Weasley girl entered behind a crowd of her siblings but as soon as she saw Harry she immediately turned redder than her hair (if that's even possible) and scampered away, crashing into a few tables as she did.

Ms Weasley turned to the man sitting at the table eating a large plate of eggs. "Your sons decided to steal the jet last night!" She stared at him expectantly.

"Really?" The man's eyes widened in excitement. "How did it go? Usually jets aren't supposed to fly, so I wasn't sure what spells would work best."

"Erm, it was really fast?" Harry said.

"Amazing! I know they're usually used for driving at high speeds but the wings are optimal for flying spells!"

Harry just nodded along and ate his food. Mrs. Weasley looked furious and smacked Mr. Weasley on the head with a towel.

"I wasn't saying that so you could congratulate them on their flying skills!" She said.

"Oh uh, right. Boys you are all in big trouble!" He waved his finger at them then looked back at Mrs. Weasley, "Ok, how was that?" She just sighed and went back to finishing breakfast.

Harry was about to take another bite out of his bacon when he noticed a creature dragging it away down the table. "What the…Dobby?!"

"What in the bloody hell is a dobby?" Ron asked. Then he spotted the creature. "Oh bollocks! You know this gnome?"

Harry shook his head. "I mistook him for someone else, sorry."

"You boys forgot to de-gnome the garden again?!" Mrs Weasley looked like she was about to lose it. She grabbed the foot of the creature and swung it through the air as it screamed. She let go and it soared through the window, shattering it. What the.

Harry then realized there were a hundred more of the little monsters rummaging through the house and stealing everyone's food. A crowd of Weasleys jumped into action and started chucking the gnomes out the nearest window as aggressively as possible.

"This looks fun, I wanna help!" Harry started to get up but Mrs Weasley sat him back down with another plate of food.

"Only worry about your breakfast, dear. De-gnoming the house and garden is a chore that the boys SHOULD'VE DONE A WEEK AGO… So they can take care of it! Also I'm worried you might be malnourished so please eat some more." She handed him some more breakfast food. He was still really hungry so he decided to just enjoy the show.

After a few minutes of the Weasleys pelting the poor gnomes out of their window, Ms Weasley sighed and shook her head. "Ron, did you read the book like I asked you to?"

"The book?"

"Yes, the one by Mr Gilderoy Lockhart?" She pointed to a book sitting on the counter titled HOW TO DE-GNOME A GARDEN WITH YOUR HANDS IN THE AIR LIKE YOU JUST DONT CARE! Harry was pretty sure that those were muggle lyrics… Weird.