'Thoughts and spells'
'Eventual Telepathy'
On Privet Drive, Harry was woken by a loud bang coming from the kitchen. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes and slipping on his glasses, the banging sounded like it was coming upstairs, along with muttering. Harry grabbed his wand and held it in front of him as the lock on his bedroom door began to turn until it opened. What he saw shocked and surprised him as a smile made its way onto his face. "Professor Moody?" He asked "I don't know about being a professor, seeing as how I didn't teach you anything." Mad Eye grumbled and another familiar face appeared in the doorway "Hello Harry. We've come to take you away." "Professor Lupin! How did you get in here?" Harry asked cheerfully "Magic, of course." Replied a new voice. Harry looked to see a woman with spiked purple hair ad a cheery smile. "Well, start packing Harry. We've got a long way to go." Lupin said and introduced the other wizards and Tonks helped him pack. When they got outside, Harry turned to look at Ed's house and saw a note on the front door and ran to see it. "Harry! Come back here!" Kingsley and Lupin whisper shouted and went to go after him with Tonks and Mad Eye right behind them. "Are you trying to get yourself killed Potter!" Mad eye whispered angrily as Harry took the note:
Dear Harry,
I'm sorry if this is so sudden, but we went out for the night. I convinced my cousin that we should go get a coffee or something. Don't be worried, give me call if you ever need to talk though, I put our numbers on the back. See you when we get back.
Your friend,
Ed:)
'You have got to be kidding... They could be in danger!' Harry inwardly panicked as Lupin read the note, slight confusion taking over his features. "Harry, who is Ed?" "He's my friend. Ed and his cousin Chris moved here a few days ago. They're my first real muggle friends I suppose. They're both really nice." Harry said slowly so they wouldn't get the impression that they weren't. Mad Eye muttered again and they mounted their brooms and made their way to London. Flying through London at night is like swimming through the Atlantic Ocean. London air is cold at night, but flying is to go through ice. The wizards were all trying to convince Mad eye about landing already but he wanted to double back, something about being followed. "FOR THE LAST TIME MAD EYE NO ONE IS FOLLOWING US!" Lupin screamed over the howling wind, shocking everyone into silence. Normally, Lupin is the last person you would expect to lose his composure like that, but situations like this were different. Once on solid ground Mad eye held out a paper for Harry to read, 'Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, Headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix...' Harry thought, and the number twelve building appeared in between numbers eleven and thirteen. Getting over the initial shock, the wizards then made they're way into the house, warning Harry not to make a sound and entered.