Hello there, welcome back to Like Yesterday! I'll try my hardest to get weekly updates because it would probably take something akin to eight years for me to finish this at the pace I'm going. I may just add 250 words to the minimum count so things will get done quicker…
I may change a few sentences of the last chapter, I'm not really proud of the pacing.
Like Yesterday Previously
"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.
Like Yesterday
In the flying vehicle over Great Britain
Harry turned his head and looked at the suffocating house minimizing behind him.
With a spurt of arrogance, Harry decided to roll down the window and yell in the moonlight, "SEE YOU NEXT SUMMER!"
He relaxed his facial features into a wide smile before he shut the window and started laughing. His eyes crinkled and his hands held his sides, his entire body was quaking with laughter.
"M-Mate," Ron questioned, "D-Don't you think he'll be mad when you get back?"
"He's always mad," Harry responded, his cheeks burning furiously.
Ron's eyes widened, "You've gone mad, Harry."
'There's never anything fun to do in that house…' Harry thought.
"He's just as sane as us," George said from the passenger's seat, in front of Harry.
Ron turned his head and looked at his brother questionably. "That's horrible! Harry, please tell me you won't grow up into an addicted gambler!"
Harry stopped his fit and looked up from his slippers into Ron's eyes. "Ron, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree."
The twins burst out, laughing.
Fred repeatedly slammed one of his hands on the dashboard whilst he held the car in control using his right. "Harry, that was a good one, that was a good one!"
Harry smiled once more and fixed his posture. "Thanks…. By the way, where are we going?"
Fred blinked his eyes twice. "We're going home. It's actually quite far away, you might as well sleep during the ride."
Harry simply nodded his head before he thought of the day prior.
"Ummm...Do you guys know of a house elf named Dobby?" Harry timidly asked.
"A house elf?" Ron asked. "How do you even know of those, I don't think you were even told of them…"
"No," Fred and George said synchronously.
"One came into my room and told me to stay away from Hogwarts," Harry continued, unnerved.
Ron furrowed his eyebrows, "One came into your room… and told you to not go to Hogwarts?" Ron restated.
"Do you have any enemies or someone like that?" George asked.
Ron and Harry focused their gazes on the passenger's seat, where George resided. "Draco Malfoy," they mouthed.
"Draco…" George started.
"Malfoy…" Fred ended.
Harry shook his head in agreeement.
"Y-You're not talking about Lucius Malfoy's son, right?" Fred quavered.
"Who else would we be talking about?" Ron irritably said.
"That's a really bad person to have as an enemy, Harry," Fred warned, turning his head to the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry furrowed his eyebrows and continued to explain what happened.
Morning
Harry was awoken by the car rattling by the wind. He groggily opened his eyes to find himself resting his head on the window. The sun was out and the normally blue sky had a few surviving streaks of red swimming in it. Cotton candly-like clouds were ample in the sky and rolled on slowly, at a snail's pace. Harry noticed that the clouds were getting farther away and that led to him deducing that they were descending to the meadow below them.
When he heard snoring to the right of him, Harry put a hand to Ron's shoulder and shook, "Ron, it's morning. Wake up."
"Noooo… five more minutes…" Ron whined, barely conscious.
George turned his head away from the nonexistent road that he was driving on in front of him and looked at the two soon-to-be second-years in the back seat.
"Harry," George whispered, not wanting to spoil the fun, "don't rouse him."
Harry took his scrawney pale hand off of the redhead's shoulder and faced forward in his seat. He raised an eyebrow at George's now forming smirk but kept quiet.
"Ron," George coaxed from the driver's seat, "we're having pancakes for breakfast~!"
Ron perked up at the word "pancakes" and ended up hitting his head on the back of George's seat.
"Ah-it hurts!" Ron vigorously rubbed his wound before he looked around and found himself in the car.
"PPPHHHTT," Harry let out, trying to squelch his laughter.
In the passenger's seat, Fred took his right hand and slapped it over his mouth while his left went over his heart. "HAHAHAHA! You've done it! You're such an idiot!"
Ron gained a scowl on his face and angrily said, "There's no pancakes."
"But there could be~," Fred finished Ron's statement.
Harry took off his circular glasses and rubbed his eyes when George was landing the vehicle.
They ended up parking it in a large garage filled with muggle items and the Weasley brothers and Harry snuck into the large, two several story house.
In the house
Harry immediately noticed the flying sponges and cloths cleaning the dishes in the kitchen. The Weasleys and Harry slowly tiptoed in, trying not to alert Mrs. Weasley by their presence. Ron, Fred, and George had snuck out of the house after all.
"Come on, come on," Fred coaxed.
When they were all in the house next to the dining table, Harry looked around, noticing a clock on the wall with spoons with all of the Weasley's faces on them, dish towels drying dishes, and multiple brooms sweeping the floor. Harry was very interested in the clock, he noticed them gradually turning to the left and stopping in a section marked, "Home."
"Is it alright if we eat these?" Ron's voice took Harry out of his thoughts.
"Yeah," Fred answered. "Mum probably won't notice."
The three Weasley children grabbed a cornbread muffin while Harry grabbed two. Fred and George had their muffins by their mouths, readying for a bite, when Mrs. Weasley appeared seemingly out of nowhere.
"Where were you!?" The colorfully dressed, red headed Mrs. Weasley angrilly questioned.
The twins quickly dropped their hands from their mouths to their backs.
"W-We went to grab Harry," George answered.
Mrs. Weasley turned her head to the black haired twelve year old. Her emotional state changed dramatically.
"Oh, hello there, Harry. How have you been?" She finished her sentence off with a smile.
Harry didn't reply.
Mrs. Weasley turned back to her sons. "Do you know how worried I was? You weren't in your beds, you weren't on the grounds, and the car was gone!" She fervently said before turning to Harry. "I'm not mad at you, dear."
"We're sorry," the three Weasley children confessed.
Ron looked up from the ground and said, "Harry was being starved. He also had bars on his window..."
Mrs. Weasley furrowed her eyebrows and focused her eyes on Ron. "You better hope I won't put bars on your windows!"
The color drained from Ron's face after she said that.
"And I know that you took my cornmuffins!"
Dinner Table
The tension in the house died down shortly after and they were now having breakfast at the table. Percy had come down from the stairs and took a seat at the dark oak table and sat at the edge, close to the open window to the outside.
Harry was silently eating his bacon while listening to Ron's consistent chatting at the table until he heard heavy steps descending down the staircase.
"Ginny, dear, would you like some breakfast?" Mrs. Weasley called to the eleven year old female wearing pink pajamas at the bottom of the stairs.
"Yes," Ginny said, looking directly at her mum. "Have you seen my sweater?"
"I put it on top of your chair," Mrs. Weasley replied.
Just before Ginny left, she took a look at the food on the table. Her eyes wandered and soon met Harry's.
She gasped, blinked, and retreated up the wooden steps.
Harry looked to the redhead family in front of him at the dining table. "D-Did I do something wrong?" Harry asked.
Ron looked up from his plate, "Nope," Ron said, emphasizing the 'p'. "Ginny actually really likes you. She has been talking about you all summer. We're all kind of annoyed about it."
Fred and George nodded their heads while shoving their eggs in their mouths.
*Screech Screech*
Mrs. Weasley put down her fork and said, "It think that's Errol. He probably has the mail." She gestured to Percy. "Can you get it?"
Percy reluctantly got out of his chair, he was up all night reading books and fatigue was getting to him.
Errol the gray owl flew towards the window while Percy stood next to the window, resting his body weight on the wall. Errol descended slowly and flew straight into the window, he missed the open one.
"Not again," Percy breathed.
Errol fell back onto the flowers planted in the pots next to the window and Percy bent down to grab Errol's leg, where the mail was attached.
"It's our Hogwarts letters," Percy said, "They sent us Harry's as well."
"That's nice," Mrs. Weasley remarked. "Nothing ever gets by Headmaster Dumbledore."
Percy passed the letters out and Mrs. Weasley took Harry's.
"New books, another cauldron, gloves..." Mrs. Weasley read off the list. "We'll only get all of this at Diagon Alley."
Errol got up and flew away when the door opened. A red headed man wearing a cone-like orange hat and long, golden robes came into the dining room.
"I'm home!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed.
"Hiya, Dad!", "Welcome back.", and "How was work?" were the responses which came from the dinner table.
Mr. Weasley took off his hat and golden cloak before placing them on a coat rack. He chipperly made his way to the dinner table and happily took the baron's seat.
"Nine raids... Nine!" Arthur exclaimed.
Harry looked to Ron at the right of him and whispered, "Raids?"
Ron swallowed his eggs and explained, "Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. He is in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts division."
Harry nodded and took a sip of his pumpkin juice.
Arthur scanned the faces of the people at the table and lastly saw Harry.
"I'm sorry," Mr. Weasley said, "Bur who are you?"
Harry took a moment to realize that Mr. Weasley was talking to him. Everyone in the wizarding world knew his name and never had a second thought of who he was.
"I'm Harry Potter, Mr. Weasley," Harry stated.
Arthur Weasley stopped his spoon from going into his mouth. "H-Harry Potter?"
Harry looked at Mr. Weasley and internally rolled his eyes. Even if Harry had been in the wizarding world for a year, he had something akin to one hundred people have the same expression as Mr. Weasley.
"Oh, very nice you meet you, Harry," Mr. Weasley said.
They continued their breakfast until there was no food left.
Living Room
The family and the black haired child retreated into the living room next to the fireplace after breakfast to get ready to go to Diagon Alley.
The Hogwarts students wore their black cloaks while Mr. and Mrs. Weasley wore their matching golden coats. Harry looked confusingly at the family.
"How do we get to Diagon Alley through a fireplace?" Harry asked.
Mrs. Weasley turned her head and looked at Harry. "You've never travelled by Floo powder before?"
Harry shook his head.
"Ron, would you like to go first then?" Mrs. Weasley asked while holding the small cup of grayish powder to Ron.
"Why not," Ron remarked.
Ron walked away from Harry's right side and grabbed a large handful from the cup. Some of the Floo powder fell through the cracks of his hand as Ron walked to the chimney. Mrs. Weasley didn't seem to mind.
Ron tilted his head slightly to get inside the chimney but when inside, stood up straight.
Ron cleared his throat before yelling out, "Diagon Alley!" and simultaneously throwing the Floo powder onto the chimney ground.
Harry's eyes widened considerably when acid green flames enveloped the entirety of the red brick fireplace. He was just about to go and ask if Ron was alright when he noticed the small smile on Mrs. Weasley's face.
"Okay then," Mrs. Weasley announced. "Harry, you're next."
Harry slowly turned to his left and used his scrawny place hand to grab the gray sand. He let it dribble out of his hold before walking the few steps to the fireplace. He felt his body tightening up as his nerves kicked in. He hoped that he wouldn't get hurt.
Harry gingerly walked into the fireplace and took one last look at the Weasley family (sans Ron) before yelling, "Diagonally!" and throwing the Floo powder on the ground.
Harry's eyes widened the size of dinner plates once more as those acid green flames ate him up. He soon felt dizzy and as if he was falling.
Diagonally
Harry's suspicions about falling were correct. He slid down the cobweb infested chimney of a shady store bore falling down on his rear end. The force of the impact ended up with his glasses flying off and smashing onto the dark oak wood. The left lense broke.
*Cough Cough*
Harry dry coughed. He felt like he had gotten something in his throat. Harry suspected the Floo powder.
The black haired child used his right hand to swipe his floor to look for his now broken glasses. He found them quickly after and he put them on before blinking and taking in the atmosphere.
He was definitely not in Diagon Alley to say the least. He was in a very dark, somber looking store with old, terrifying knickknacks. Quite a few were in foggy glass containers and there were a few brains in jars on the counter.
Harry hesitantly got up to his feet and he slowly walked around the store, investigating the objects. He soon came close to a withered witch's hand. The nails were long and yellow while its skin was a dark, grass green.
The curiosity that welled up in Harry's stomach blew up. Harry's left hand gingerly touched the witch's finger and it immediately gripped Harry's wrist.
"Ah-Argh," Was what excaped Harry's mouth. Panic rushed through his entire body as he furiously tried to rip the fingers off of his left wrist. The witch's hand slowly but surely lost to Harry's strength by adrenaline.
Harry ripped his left wrist away and fell back.
Harry decided to quickly get out of that store and didn't touch anything else.
He stumbled out of the store and found himself in a grim alleyway. He furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at each of the darkly clothed witches and wizards as they got closer to him. He felt as though he was in a very bad place and that he probably couldn't get out alive.
He slowly walked up the alley, trying to make it look as if he was ment to be there, but because of his scar, he stuck out like a sore thumb.
A tall witch dressed in all black was the first one to terrify Harry in that alleyway.
"Are you lost, dear?" she said, brandished her yellow, sharp teeth.
Harry stopped in his tracks and help his heart drop. "I-I'm fine!" Harry quavered.
"Harry? Are ya alright?" A pink haired, red coated professor asked.
Harry turned his head immediately. "P-Professor Dragneel?" Harry then looked behind the ghost-like apparition. "Hagrid?"
It has been such a while since I've updated and done more than 2k500 words. I think that I will add 250 words to the minimum just to motivate myself more.
Speaking of motivation, I rewatched the second movie and felt a rush of motivation come through the me, leading me to update.
I will most likely be writing all day, I have a horrible headache and I feel better writing for whatever reason.
Have a nice day, night, morning, and midnight.
Bye.
