Chapter 3: Going Out with a Bang
There sitting on the couch were the Dursleys. They glasses of wine bobbing in front of them, but Harry knew that Uncle Vernon would do magic before drinking it. But sitting opposite of them in the two chairs were Ron and Hermione. Hermione was trying to talk to the Dursleys as if to start up a conversation, but Ron just looked as if the whole story amused him.
"Ron, Hermione? What are you doing here?" Harry asked.
"Well, we said that we would be here with you, and here we are. Plus we never really met your aunt and uncle and we thought we would stay until your birthday when you leave," answered Hermione.
"You do realize that it's still about two weeks until my birthday don't you."
"Yeah, we do mate," said Ron.
"Well let's go to my room." They went up to Harry's room and they looked around. They sat on the bed and talked for a while and caught up with what has been going on.
"How's Bill?" Harry asked.
"He's doing better. We found out that he doesn't transform. All that's wrong is he has those scars on his face. But you won't believe this; Fleur and my mum are like the best friends. I don't know how it happened but it did and they keep talking," said Ron.
"Well, I don't know what we'll do for sleeping arrangements. Hermione you can have the guest bedroom. Ron you can have my bed and I will sleep on the floor," said Harry.
"O, I don't think that that will be necessary. We could all bunk in here," said Hermione. And with a couple waves and flicks of her wand two more beds and Ron and Hermione's stuff were all in the room and fit quite comfortably. Harry was amazed at Hermione's ability to do magic.
"Well what do you guys want to do?" asked Harry. "We could go for a walk around the neighborhood for a little bit but I think that dinner will be ready in about twenty minutes."
"O, well I can go and try to help," said Hermione.
When Harry and Ron entered the kitchen a half an hour later the table was twice as long and all the food was prepared. At dinner Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were not speaking. Dudley on the other hand looked as though he was trying to fight off the impulse to eat the food, but at the same time he didn't want to eat the wizard made food.
They ate in silence.
The next two weeks past by and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon did not like one bit of it.
But on Harry's birthday he came downstairs to find movers moving in a new table that only fit three and Uncle Vernon sitting there waiting for Harry to come down.
"I think it's time for you and your little friends to go," he barked. It was an order.
"No, I think that I'll stay and let my friends see how pathetic you treat me on my birthday," Harry smirked. Harry had already packed and told Hermione and Ron to wait 3 minute before coming down to leave.
"Do not smirk at me boy, I'll, I'll," stuttered Uncle Vernon.
"What are you going to do, are you going to hurt me, Vernon," said Harry biting back a laugh.
Uncle Vernon at that moment picked up a butcher knife. He charged at Harry. Harry's face stayed smiling not even worrying. With a flick of his wand Harry turned the knife into a toothbrush. But he kept on charging. Harry waited until Uncle Vernon's fist was 2 inches from his face before thinking, "levicorpus." Uncle Vernon was heaved into the air buy the ankle. Harry was worried that the spell would not hold his massive body up.
"Did I say that you could touch me?" Harry asked without expecting an answer. He didn't get one. "Well I guess that this is good bye. And if I am lucky you won't see me again."
And with that Harry went into the living room and locked the door. Then just to be mean he put a permanent sticking charm on it Ron and Hermione were already in there. Ron threw Harry the bag of flu powder. Harry took a pinch and went it into the fire. He threw it down and shouted, "The Burrow." And he was off and never had to return.