Car Rescue/ the burrow
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Petunia and Dudley watch as Vernon drills bars into the twin's bedroom window.
Vernon turns to glare at the twins after tightening the bars, they glare back at him through the window, but primroses hair starts to get red streaks in it, " You're never going back to that school. You're never going to see those freaky friends of yours again. Never!"
Sirius, James, and Lily glared at the screen.
Remus tries to calm them.
She scoffs, "you wanna bet walrus?"
Barty sighs, "I wish I could be friends with her."
Later that evening, as Harry is asleep in bed, Primrose is staring at her hair which still has red streaks in it, she hears what sounds like a car engine outside making her quickly shake her twin up.
Harry instantly jumps out of bed and puts on his glasses, as he walks to the window with prim right behind him. Looking out the window, they see a strange object moving through the sky.
As he looks, the object appears to be a shooting star, before turning into two beams of light. A turquoise Ford Anglia car flies to the twins' bedroom window, then turns to the right as Harry, Prim, and Hedwig silently watch. In the Ford Anglia is Ron, accompanied by his older twin brothers, Fred and George.
"Is that a flying car?" Evan asks, shocked
"No you idiot, it's a shooting star"
Ron looks at Harry through the bars on the window, "Hiya, Harry."
Mollys and Arthur's eyes widened,
Harry looks surprised to see his friends, "Ron, Fred, George, what are you all doing here?"
Ron looks at harry like he's bizarre, "Rescuing you two, of course. Now, come on. Get your trunk!"
Ron puts a hook at the bars on the window "You'd better stand back." Harry steps back as Ron turns to the twin in the driver's seat, "Let's go!"
Harry moved back into the shadows next to his sister. The car revved louder and louder and suddenly, with a crunching noise, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as Fred drove straight up in the air.
Regulus sighed, "I'm still upset that she didn't beat his ass last year."
Barty patted his back, "cheer up mate, there's always this year,"
Harry ran back to the window to see the bars dangling a few feet above the ground. Panting, Ron hoisted them up into the car. Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursleys' bedroom.
When the bars were safely in the back seat with Ron, Fred reversed as close as possible to the twins window.
"Get in," Ron said.
"But all our Hogwarts stuff — my wand — my broomstick —"
"Where is it?"
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and We can't get out of this room —" Primrose began but was cut off
"No problem," said George from the front passenger seat. "Out of the way, Harry."
Fred and George climbed catlike through the window into the room. George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock.
"What is he doing," Rabastan asked, confused
"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred, "but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow."
There was a small click and the door swung open.
"So we'll get your trunk— you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to ron," George whispers
"Watch out for the bottom stair — it creaks," Primrose whispered back as the twins disappeared onto the dark landing.
The twins dashed around their room, collecting his things and passing them out of the window to Ron. Then they went to help Fred and George heave their trunk up the stairs. Harry heard Uncle Vernon cough.
At last, panting, they reached the landing, then carried the trunk through the room to the open window. Fred climbed back into the car to pull with Ron, and Harry and George pushed from the bedroom side. Inch by inch, the trunk slid through the window. Uncle Vernon coughed again.
"A bit more," panted Fred, who was pulling from inside the car. "One good push —"
Harry and George threw their shoulders against the trunk and it slid out of the window into the back seat of the car.
"Okay, let's go," George whispered.
But as Harry climbed onto the windowsill there came a sudden loud screech from behind him, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernon's voice.
"THAT RUDDY OWL!"
"I've forgotten Hedwig!"
"Wow, what a wonderful pet owner" Peter snorted
Harry tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on — he snatched up Hedwig's cage, dashed to the window, and passed it out to primrose, who was already in the car.
He was scrambling back onto the chest of drawers when Uncle Vernon hammered on the unlocked door — and it crashed open. For a split second, Uncle Vernon stood framed in the doorway; then he let out a bellow like an angry bull and dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle.
Ron, Fred, primrose, and George seized Harry's arms and pulled as hard as they could.
"Petunia!" roared Uncle Vernon. "They're getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"
But the Weasleys and primrose gave a gigantic tug and Harry's leg slid out of Uncle Vernon's grasp — Harry was in the car, he'd slammed the door shut —
"Put your foot down, Fred!" yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon.
Harry and primrose couldn't believe it — they were free. She rolled down the window, the night air whipping her hair, and looked back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of window.
"See you next summer!" She yelled, eyes flashing a golden color.
"Okay, that's the third time! First was when hagrid came, the second was red in her hair and now."
"I'm pretty sure she a Metamorphmagus, Nymphadora, did the same," Andremonda tells Marlene
"But I don't have any Metamorphmagus in the family, " James says
"You could of, years ago,"
The Weasleys roared with laughter and Primrose settled back in his seat, grinning from ear to ear.
"Let Hedwig out," Harry told Ron. "She can fly behind us. She hasn't had a chance to stretch her wings for ages."
George handed the hairpin to Ron and, a moment later, Hedwig soared joyfully out of the window to glide alongside them like a ghost.
"So — what's the story, Harry?" said Ron impatiently. "What's been happening?"
Harry told them all about Dobby, the warning he'd given Harry and the fiasco of the violet pudding as primrose just settled back in her seat, listening. There was a long, shocked silence when he had finished.
"Their life is never boring"
"Very fishy," said Fred finally.
"Definitely dodgy" acknowledged George. "So he wouldn't even tell you who's supposed to be plotting all this stuff?"
"I don't think he could," said primrose "Harry told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall."
Fred and George look at each other.
"What, you think he was lying to me?" said Harry.
"Well," said Fred, "put it this way — house-elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they can't usually use it without their master's permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you coming back to Hogwarts. Someone's idea of a joke. Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you?"
"Yes," said Harry and Ron together, instantly.
"Draco Malfoy," Harry explained making primrose rolled her eyes. "He hates me."
"Draco Malfoy?" said George, turning around. "Not Lucius Malfoy's son?"
"Must be, it's not a very common name, is it?" said Harry.
"Harry, it can't be Draco, we're friends."
James grumbles, "I still can't believe my daughter is friends with that Barbies spawn"
"I've heard Dad talking about him," said George. "He was a big supporter of You-Know-Who."
"And when You-Know-Who disappeared," said Fred, craning around to look at Harry, "Lucius Malfoy came back saying he'd never meant any of it. A load of dung — Dad reckons he was right in You- Know-Who's inner circle."
Harry had heard these rumors about Malfoy's family before, and they didn't surprise him at all. Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like a kind, thoughtful, and sensitive boy...
"I don't know whether the Malfoys own a house-elf...." said Harry.
"Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich," said Fred.
"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing"
"Do they get paid?" Primrose asked frowning.
George shook his head, "No,"
"That's outrageous!"
"See! Someone at least agrees with me."
"But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house...." George continued
The twins were silent.
"I'm glad we came to get you, anyway," said Ron. "I was getting really worried when you didn't answer any of my letters. I thought it was Errol's fault at first —"
"Who's Errol?" Primrose questioned
"Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes —"
"Who?"
"Percy owl" Fred answered
Primrose hums, "So, does your dad know you've got the car?"
"Er, no," said Ron, "he had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it."
Molly turned to glare at her husband, who Was rubbing his neck, face red.
"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic, anyway?"
"He works in the most boring department," said Ron. "The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."
"The what?"
"It's all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a muggle shop or house."
"Ah look we're here," Ron announced looking out the window,
They landed in a small yard, in front of a house. It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic. Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read,
'THE BURROW'
Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
Lucius looked at the screen, disgusted
[They got out of the car. Fred walks to the window and opens it to unlock the door.]
"Come on. Okay, come on. Shhh! Shhh!" Fred whispers
[Fred is checking that the coast is clear then beckoning the others inside.]
"Okay, come on"
"It's not much, but it's home," Ron tells the twins
"I think it's...brilliant" Harry says with a big smile
Ron looks up and sees Harry's mesmerized face and slowly smiles. Mrs. Weasley appears in front of them, wearing a flowered apron, glaring at her sons.
"Where have you been?" Mrs. Wesley asked in a deadly whispered
The boys nearly jump out of their skin plus primrose. Mrs. Weasley stands in the doorway. Furious. She smiles sweetly at the twins.
"Harry, Primrose, how wonderful to see you, dear"
Mrs. Weasley turns back to Fred, George, and Ron.
"Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could've died! You could've been seen! Out of my mind with worry—did you care? — never, as long as I've lived — you wait for until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy —"
"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK" She yelled making primrose back away.
Mrs. Weasley turns back to The twins.
"Of course, I don't blame you two, dears"
Ron gulped, "They were starving them, Mum! There were bars on the window!"
"Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley!"
Mrs. Weasley starts softening instantly.
"Care for a spot of tea, dears?"
The twins nodded, still, a bit frightened, as Ginny walks down the stairs, still in her pajamas.
"Mummy. Have you seen my jumper—"
"Yes, dear. It was on the car"
Ginny looked wide-eyed at the twins. Primrose smiles softly at her.
"I've seen that look before" Remus smirks
"Hello." Harry says making a funny squeak and runoff, Harry turns to tone confused, "W-what did I do?"
"Ginny. Been talking about you all summer. Dead annoying, really"
Primrose smirks, "so she has a little crush?"
"She wants your autograph," Fred replied with a grin, but as he caught his mother's eye, he bent his face over his plate.
Mr. Weasley walks in.
"Morning, Weasleys," he says with a bright smile, not noticing primrose of harry.
"Morning, Dad" Fred, George, and Ron said together
Molly kisses her husband on the cheek, "Morning Arthur!"
"What a night. Nine raids. Nine!"
Harry looks at Ron confused, "Raids?"
"Dad works in the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating"
"Well now. Who are you?" He says finally noticing the two extra kids at the table.
"Oh, sorry sir. I'm Harry, sir, Harry Potter, and this is my sister, Primrose."
Mr. Weasley's eyes widened, "Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here?"
Mrs. Weasley glares at her husband darkly, "This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey and back last night"
"Did you really! How'd it gone?!" He asks, eagerly
Mr. Weasley catches Mrs. Weasley's eye. Fred, George, Ron, and Harry are hiding their laughter, primrose doesn't even bother to hide her smirk.
all of them began to answer his question, "Oh, it..."
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley cut them off, glaring at her husband
Everyone except Molly is trying very hard to stop laughing.
Mr. Weasley straightened up and turns to the kids with a fake stern face, "I mean...that was very wrong, indeed, boys. Very wrong of you. Now, Harry, primrose, you must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?"
"What's that?" Sirius asks
"Oh, it's a rubber toy shaped like a--"
Primrose was cut off by An owl, that had letters flying in, only to hit a window.
"Well, that'll be Errol with the post. Oh, fetch it will you Fred, please?"
Fred sighs, "Errol..."
"He's always doing that"
"Oh look, it's our Hogwarts letters. And they've sent us the twins as well"
"Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry, primrose. Doesn't miss a trick, that man"
Mrs. Weasley looked worried, "Oh, no"
"This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spell books alone..." Fred says looking at his parents
"We'll manage. Right then. There's only one place we're going to get all of this: Diagon Alley."
The twins share a look of excitement.