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Chapter 3

Our punishment was to clean up the pudding that had managed to get onto the floor and I must say that this was not a thrilling job. Uncle Vernon managed to explain to the Masons that the two of us were messed up in the head and were not able to act normally. While the Dursleys explained all of this in the kitchen, we remained in the sitting room and cleaned off what we could on the couch.

A few minutes into our cleaning, a huge barn owl flew into the room carrying a single letter.

"Well, what is it?" Uncle Vernon asked as Harry took the letter from the owl.

"Dear Mr. and Miss Potter," Harry read aloud. "We have received intelligence that a Hover Charm was used at your place of residence this evening at twelve minutes past nine. As you know, underage wizards are not permitted to perform spells outside school, and further spellwork on your part may lead to expulsion from said school (Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery, 1875, Paragraph C). We would also ask you to remember that any magical activity that risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of Warlocks' Statute of Secrecy. Enjoy your holidays! Yours sincerely, Mafalda Hopkirk IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE Ministry of Magic."

Harry and I looked up at Uncle Vernon who had a crazed look in his eyes.

"You didn't say that you couldn't use magic," he snarled. "Forgot to mention it, eh?"

Well, it was official. We couldn't try to scare them with magic anymore…the rest of the summer was going to be terrible.

"You know what that means, don't you?" he said looking at both of us. "I'm going to lock you both in your room and make sure that you can't come out, because if you try to use magic again then they won't let you into that blasted school anyway, now will they?"

Perfect, I thought. The one thing that I look forward to the most was now going to be taken from me. I wonder what everyone will think when the Potters don't show up at Hogwarts the next year. Will they come looking for us?

The following day we realized that our uncle was planning on sticking to his word. He had someone come by to install bars on the window so we couldn't escape out that way if we had wanted to and he also put a small cat-flap on the door so they could push in some food for us every now and then.

"Are you serious?" I said to him when he was about to shut the door on us. "What if we have to go to the bathroom?"

"Then you will knock on the door and we may considering allowing you to go," Uncle Vernon said evilly.

Then he began to laugh as he slammed the door shut, trapping us in there.

"Great…" Harry muttered. "Now we can't go back to Hogwarts…I guess Dobby got what he wanted after all…"

We both went to our own beds and flopped down onto them and looked up at the ceiling.

Throughout the day we had to stay in our room, doing basically nothing. Towards the middle of the day, when the first morsel of food appeared through the cat-flap, we ran towards to the door and picked up the two bowls of soup that were given to us. When we drained down the broth, we both gave Hedwig and Hoot the remaining vegetables.

I woke up that night with a tapping on the door.

"Knock it off," I said, believing the Dudley was tapping on the door.

Then I turned over on my side and saw through the window something that I had not expected. Someone with red hair, freckles, and a long-nose was staring into the room through the barred window.

"Harry!" I said jumping up and shaking him awake. "Harry, wake up! Look!"

When Harry saw what I was freaking out about, he jumped out of his bed and looked through the window.

"Is that Ron?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said as I walked over to the window.

I pulled up the window through the bars so that we could talk to them. When I opened the window, I noticed that they were not alone. Fred and George were with him and they were driving what appeared to be an old, flying car.

"How's it going, Potters?" George asked us.

"What's going on?" I asked all of them. "What are you all doing here?"

"We came to se what was going on with the two of you," Ron said. "Neither of you have been responding to any of my letters. Hermione wrote me saying that you weren't talking to her again."

"Heard you two were using magic in front of Muggles-" Fred said.

"Never thought of the two of you as rebels," George said.

"It wasn't us! Wait, how did you-?" Harry asked.

"Dad works for the Ministry," Ron said. "Why were you using magic outside of school, you know that you're not supposed to."

"Um…" I said pointing to their car. "What do you call that then?"

"We're borrowing this from Dad," George said.

"It doesn't count because we didn't enchant it," Fred explained looking pleased with himself.

I heard Uncle Vernon and Dudley snoring further into the house and then thought of something.

"Wait, why are you all here anyway?" I asked.

"We're here to get you out," Ron said. "You're going to come with us for the rest of the summer."

Suddenly, there was hope. Not only would we get out of the Dursleys' house for the rest of the summer, we would be able to go back to Hogwarts after all!

"How are you going to do that?" Harry asked. "You can't use magic…"

"We don't need to use magic-" George said.

"Never underestimate the power of the Weasleys," Fred smiled deviously at us.

They threw a rope around the bars and tied them tightly and began to move the car in the opposite direction. With one single pull, the bars were off the door and the Weasleys returned to their spot just outside our windows. The Dursleys didn't hear a thing.

"How are we going to get our stuff though?" I asked them.

Fred and George jumped into the window and onto the floor of our room.

"Where is it?" they asked at once.

"Locked in the cupboard downstairs," Harry and I said together.

"No problem," George smiled as he pulled a small hairpin out of his pocket. "Some wizards think that it's pointless to know this trick, but it comes in handy every now and then."

They picked their way out of the room and ran down the stairs without making a noise. Harry and I rushed around the room to pick up some spare things that we needed to bring too. After a few minutes, Fred and George returned to the room with our stuff.

We put all of our things into the trunk of the car and went to get in the car, and were almost in it, when we heard to loud screeches coming from our room.

"THAT OWL!" Uncle Vernon yelled from his room.

"Hoot and Hedwig!" Harry and I said together.

We both jumped back into the room and grabbed the owls and handed their cages over to Ron, Fred, and George. I jumped back into the car just as our uncle appeared at the doorway and Harry was making his way into the car. Uncle Vernon ran over to Harry and grabbed him by the ankle so that he could pull him back into the house.

"LET GO!" I yelled as all of us pulled Harry into the car.

Finally, Uncle Vernon lost his grip and Harry was in the car. Ron quickly hit the gas on the car and we were off.

"See you next summer!" Harry and I yelled at the Dursleys from the window of the car.

"You're telling me that a house elf came to your house-" Fred said.

"And warned you that someone was plotting your death at Hogwarts?" George said.

"Basically," I told them.

On our way to Ron's house, Harry and I told them all what had happened over the summer. They were completely shocked to hear it all.

"House-elves don't normally go anywhere without asking their masters though," Ron said.

"Maybe someone was trying to play a joke on you," Fred said.

"Know anyone with a grudge on the two of you?" George said.

"Malfoy," Harry muttered.

"As in Draco?" George asked.

"Lucius Malfoy's son?" Fred asked.

"The very one," I said. "Why?"

"Heard that he was a big supporter of You-Know-Who," Fred said. "Denied it after he disappeared though."

"He claimed that he didn't mean anything that he did," George said. "Not that we believe him or anything."

We drove on for a while, mostly talking about how much of a prick Malfoy was. Then Ron mentioned how he thought that we weren't getting the letters because of the old owl, Errol, that he had.

"Does your dad know that you all are driving this car?" I asked all of them.

"Well…not exactly," Ron explained. "He was at work, so were hoping that he won't notice."

"Where does your dad work?" Harry asked.

"He works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office in the Ministry of Magic," Ron said.

"Yeah, Dad's obsessed with Muggle stuff, the whole garage is filled with them," George said.

Within a few minutes or so, we arrived at the Weasleys house. It was a large, stone home that had so many stories on it looked unnatural - it was held up by magic - and on the front door I saw a large sign that said THE BURROW on it. On the front door sat several different chickens and shoes of all kinds.

"It's wonderful," Harry said.

We all got out of the car and began walking into the house.

"We have to be quiet," Fred said. "We can't let Mum know that we were gone and we'll just act like you two showed up during the night, okay?"

We turned towards the door and I noticed Fred, George, and Ron have a sudden look of fear on their faces. Ahead of us stood Mrs. Weasley, who did not look at all happy with her sons.

"Where have you been?" she snarled at her children. "I've been worried sick!"

"Mum, we're sorry, but we had to go and-"

"I HAD NO IDEA WHERE YOU WERE!" she yelled at her sons. "You could have died! If you were seen your father could have lost his job! What were you thinking?"

They were all silent, cowering away from their mother. Then she turned to us and we took a few steps back.

"I'm so happy to see the two of you though," she smiled at us. "I have breakfast ready in the kitchen."

When we got into the house and towards the kitchen, I noticed how crammed the house truly was. There were books of all sorts stacked around and a rather odd clock. Instead on numbers there were the names of all of the family members and where their current location was. Most of them were pointing to home.

Mrs. Weasley was there, finishing up with cooking breakfast for her family when we came into the room. She was obviously still furious with her sons, but didn't say much to them.

Then, from down the steps came a small girl with red hair. When she saw the two of us, she stopped in her tracks. Then, she looked at Harry and ran back up the steps.

"That's Ginny," Ron said. "She's been talking about you all summer, Harry."

"She fancies you," George said.

"Probably wants an autograph too," Fred muttered.

Then, with one look from their mother, they returned to their meal without another word. After we were finished with breakfast, I looked up and saw Mrs. Weasley reading a book. On the front of it read Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests with a large, moving photograph of a blond hair, blue eyed man on the front of it.

"Who is that?" I asked her.

She let out a gasp, "You don't know who Gilderoy Lockhart is?"

"Oh, here we go…" Fred and George muttered.

Mrs. Weasley shot them a look and then started walking in another direction.

"She fancies him," Ron told us. "Mum practically worships everything that he says."

"He looked like a prick to me…" I muttered.

"Wow, a girl with a brain," Fred said.

"I have a new appreciation for you, Potter," George said.

Apparently, after explaining, I gathered that most girls went crazy over the mere sight of Lockhart. He was supposedly some gorgeous man that girls always went crazy for. I'm not denying that he is an attractive person, he just appeared to be a little into himself, in my opinion.

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