Hello there, welcome to chapter 23. I've tried, I'm really trying; nothing is going well recently.
Hopefully I'll update more often, I have gotten into too much Youtube recently and my free time is being destroyed.
I also made a tiny outline/summary for this chapter. I really wish to do the movie but because of past-me I have to read the book ;(
Let us all relish in the maudlin euphoria of a new chapter as my cries of pain while making this create a din of noise in the background.
Like Yesterday
Living Room, Dursley's Residence
"HAAARRRYYY POTTTEEEERR!" Vernon screamed.
Harry looked like a deer in headlights. As his uncle yelled, Harry turned to face the house elf in the hallway. He was still there but with a snap of its fingers, Dobby disappeared.
"HARRY! GO TO YOUR ROOM RIGHT NOW!" Vernon finished.
Vernon focused only his gaze on Harry when Petunia feverishly ran to Mrs. Mason and began to wipe the cake off her face with her handkerchief.
"HARRY!" Vernon yelled once more.
Harry ran through the hallway and scrambled up the stairs. He knew he was in trouble. The worst trouble he had ever been in before.
"I'm so so so sorry about that, Mr. Mason," Vernon confessed. "Harry is my wife's sister's son. He never really grew up right. He's a bit mad in the head, you see."
"It-it's okay," Mr. Mason said.
Vernon's thoughts were running one thousand miles per minute. 'What if he doesn't do the deal with me?' Was the most frequent one.
Petunia had discarded her handkerchief and adopted tissues to clean up Mrs. Mason. The cake wouldn't get off her hair for weeks to come and everyone in the room knew that, even Dudley.
Harry slammed the door behind him and got straight to work. He started to clean his room and make sure that everything was in perfect order. He didn't want Vernon to see his Hogwarts summer homework that he'd been working on. Vernon would get even angrier.
During his cleaning, an owl flew outside his window and curved its wings to Harry's front door. He knew that it had to be from the Ministry of Magic, saying that he had broken the law about underage wizardry.
The minutes passed quickly until Harry finished cleaning his room. He ended up sitting up straight on his bed, his eyes focused on Hedwig's form.
Harry knew everything downstairs was cleaned up and that the party was over when he heard Vernon's heavy steps coming up from the stairs. Harry braced himself and looked at himself in the mirror with pity.
Vernon unlocked the seven locks and all hell broke loose. He ended up getting another dirty room along with green metal bars on his window and a cat door inserted into his door.
"You will be locked in here and you will never get out," Vernon said before taking a green piece of parchment out of his back pocket. "If you use magic once more, Hogwarts will expel you and you will have nowhere to go."
Vernon opened the letter in front of Harry and underlined the key phrases with his fat finger.
"It would be best if you give up now, boy," Vernon said slyly.
Three days later, Morning
Harry woke up by the sunlight streaming through the window panes and metal bars. It blinded him until he turned to his right side and grabbed his circular glasses off the night stand. He groggily got off the bed and cracked his back. He felt sore because of three days prior. He was in so much pain, physical and mental.
All because of Dobby.
Harry turned his neck to the cat flap and was surprised to see a small bowl of cabbage soup. He scrambled off his bed and fervently grabbed it. He drank the entirety of it in three large gulps but left the cabbage in it.
The soup didn't fill him up like it should have, it did the opposite. Harry picked up one of the cabbage rolls gingerly before stuffing it through the openings in Hedwig's wire cage. She pecked at it ferociously and the process ended up repeating five times.
"I'm really sorry, Hedwig," Harry quavered.
Hedwig began to peck at the invisible contents in its bowl.
The soup left a appalling, cold taste in his mouth and he had nothing to get rid of it. He was completely locked inside his room and he only got food and water from the small cat door. There was simply nothing that he could do, it was as if he was stranded on an island that had no plant life and was surrounded with acid water.
He placed the bowl through the cat flap before walking slowly to his bed. He flopped onto it and his face harshly hit his pillow. The tears which came flowing through his eyes hit his circular glasses before rolling down onto his pillow.
He ended up crying himself asleep, even though he had just woke up.
Harry woke up by a loud dined noise. He felt his eyes flutter open and he turned his neck upwards to his window. He was surprised to see a very bright white light getting closer and closer to his bedroom window. He pushed his hands up in alarm and he felt his glasses droop on his nose.
Harry hopped off his bed when he saw the silhouette of the blue car.
He ran the few steps to his window with his mouth agape. He hoped that no muggle would see this.
The car slowly decelerated to a stop next to Harry's barred window. Ron was the one visible in the back seat.
"Hi there, Harry!" Ron said enthusiastically.
"R-Ron," Harry said with a smile shaping his face. "Thank you, so much."
"It's no problem, I'll always be there to help a friend in need!" Ron finished his sentence with a large grin with a thumbs up. "Quickly and quietly, go and grab your luggage."
Harry's smile faltered for a moment. "Most of my Hogwarts stuff is down in the broom closet underneath my stairs."
Ron looked to the drivers in the front seat before looking back at Harry. "You didn't see Fred and George here?" the red haired wizard questioned.
"Hey, Harry," the twins greeted at the same time.
Harry blinked his eyes at the two and said, "It's under lock and key, you're all underage wizards, how are you going to get it out?"
Fred grabbed a paperclip out from his pocket and he said, "Paperclip."
Harry furrowed his eyebrows, "What-How do you know about that?"
"Didn't we tell you that our father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts in the Ministry of Magic?" George asked.
"I don't remember it coming up," Harry said, "But wait, how are you even going to get into my house, we have an alarm set to our front door?"
Ron was the one to reveal a large green hook to Harry. "We break the window."
Harry watched in awe as Ron whaled out his window and attached the hook to his barred window before telling Fred to, "Step on it."
"Don't wake up my aunt and uncle!" Harry warned.
Three nodded their heads before Fred pressed his foot to the gas. The green bars were ripped from the window and now sagged underneath the car. The car slowly backed up to its original position before the front door on Harry's side opened.
Harry undid the lock on his window and threw it open, he felt pure air rush into his bedroom and breathed a sigh of relief.
Fred and George carefully hopped onto the window and jumped into Harry's room, they tried their best to make no sound, Mavis forbid what would happen.
As Fred lock picked the door, Ron threw the remaining hook out of the door window. It made no sound as it hit the damp soil.
Harry began taking his valuable items into his arms and passed them over to Ron through the window. He secured the safety of his baby album, articles of clothing, and summer homework. He was all ready to give the one last article of clothing to Ron when the Weasley twins came back into Harry's room with his luggage.
They miraculously stuffed everything into there but held Harry's Nimbus 2000 separate.
Harry decided to stay in his room after Fred and George to make sure he hadn't left anything.
"Squawk!"
Vernon's eyes widened the size of dinner plates. He had a secret sixth sense about Harry and knew when magical things were going on.
"HARRRRYYYY POTTTERRRR!" Vernon yelled in his nightgown from his bedroom.
The small boy ripped Hedwig's cage off its stand and he shoved it out his window. Ron had a hard time trying to grab the quivering cage and couldn't seem to reach it.
Harry could hear the five locks on his door slowly come undone from behind him.
"Please, Ron, please!" Harry pleaded.
The door swung open, only to reveal a completely irate Vernon.
Ron pulled the cage into the car and threw it behind him, Harry pulled himself into the windowsill and was ready to jump into the car, he didn't care if Ron was ready or not, he wanted, needed, to get out.
Harry jumped through the air and Ron caught his hands, Vernon caught Harry's feet. It became a tug of war against the two, and it was a terrible deadlock.
"YOU'RE NOT GETTING AWAY!" Vernon challenged.
"PLEASE, RON, DON'T LET GO!" Harry held onto Ron's hands like they were the most precious things.
Fred stepped on the gas and held onto the steering wheel tightly.
"LET GO!" Harry yelled.
Ron ended up winning the battle after Vernon fell through the window onto the ground below.
Harry was pulled into the car and was finally safe. He scooted onto the leather seating and shut the car door, allowing it to stabilize.
"You good, mate?" Ron asked.
"Never better," Harry replied after pushing his glasses up his nose.
No, this is not a HarryXRon. I want to keep this story "cannon" but I really want to change a few things. I don't remember Harry crying or being very sad any time during the movies so I want to change it. I gave a little sentence or two about Vernon hitting/abusing him and I did a few lines about Harry crying and wanting to leave. I feel it makes him more relateable but you make not like me changing it.
Hopefully you enjoyed this beginning.
Have a nice morning, day, night, or evening.
Bye.
