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"Why are you wearing heels and that jacket inside?" he asked,
"Petunia- I mean- my aunt told me to,"
"Doesn't look very comfortable," Auggie said, concerned,
"That's because it isn't,"
"Why don't you just take them off then?" I was confused. He who was asking me right now why I was wearing those fancy heels and jacket was the very reason I was forced to wear them in the first place.
"Because then Vernon- uh- My uncle will skin me alive. I was supposed to wear these uncomfortable damned heels to impress you lot," I said, bending down and rubbing my aching Achilles tendon.
"It's alright, I'll pretend I didn't see," I felt so grateful for Auggie, I slipped out of the jacket and the heels so easily and tossed them aside.
"You're a bloody life saviour, you know that?"
"Why thank you, my lady," he jokingly bowed.
"Auggie, this may sound weird-"
"Y/n, this may sound weird-" Auggie and I had spoken at the exact same time. We simply looked at each other and laughed.
"You first," We said in sync again,
"Fine, I'll go first-" We both said in union again,
"I feel like I've known you my whole life. I feel so close to you," And again.
"What the actual hell," I said suddenly, "you feel that way too?"
"Yes! Weird feeling, isn't it?" I was too lost in his eyes to even notice the banging sounds underneath us. Only when I heard Dobby's loud screech, did my eyes widen. I left the room again and jogged downstairs.
I slammed open the door to the cupboard once again and sneaked inside, closing the door behind me. Dobby was still there.
At last, he managed to control himself and sat with his great eyes fixed on me in an expression of watery adoration.
"You can't have met many decent wizards," I said, trying to cheer him up. Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting,
"Bad Dobby! Bad Dobby!"
"Don't - what are you doing?" Harry hissed, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed. Hedwig and Zeus had woken up with a particularly loud screech for Hedwig and a loud flap of his wings for Zeus, and they began beating their wings wildly against the bars of their cages.
"Dobby had to punish himself, Madame High Mistress," said the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. "Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, High lady ..."
"Your family?" I asked,
"The wizard family Dobby serves, Madame ... Dobby is a house-elf-bound to serve one house and one family forever..."
"Do they know you're here?" asked Harry curiously. Dobby shuddered.
"Oh no, sir, no ... Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, Madame High Mistress. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir -"
"But won't they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door?"
"Dobby doubts it, High Mistress. Dobby is always having to punish himself for something, High Lady. They lets Dobby get on with it, High lady. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments ..."
"But why don't you leave? Escape?"
"A house-elf must be set free, Madame High Mistress. And the family will never set Dobby free ... Dobby will serve the family until he dies, Madame High Mistress..." Harry and I stared.
"And we thought we were hard-done-by staying here for another four weeks," I said. "This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Can't anyone help you? Can't I?" Almost at once, I wished I hadn't spoken.
Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude.
"Please," Harry whispered frantically, "please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know you're here ..."
"Madame High Mistress- High Lady- The one and only Y/n Darlington asks if she can help Dobby ... Dobby has heard of your greatness, Madame High Mistress, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew ..." I, who was feeling distinctly hot in the face, said,
"Whatever you've heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. I'm not even top of my year at Hogwarts, that's Hermione, she -" But I stopped quickly, because thinking about Hermione was painful.
"Y/n Darlington is humble and modest," said Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. "Y/n Darlington speaks not of her triumph over He Who Must Not Be Named."
"Voldemort?" I said. Dobby clapped his hands over his bat ears and moaned,
"Ah, speak not the name, Madame High Mistress! Speak not the name!"
"Sorry," I said quickly. "I know lots of people don't like it - my friend Ron ..." I stopped again. Thinking about Ron was painful, too. "But when the hell did I ever 'triumph' over that bastard? And why do you keep calling me 'Madame High Mistress'?" Dooby began quivering.
"Dobby... must... Not... Tell..." He said, hardly. Dobby leaned towards me, his eyes wide as headlamps. "Dobby heard tell," he said hoarsely, "Y/n Darlington is valiant and bold! She has braved so many dangers in the past already!
But Dobby has come to protect Madame High Mistress Darlington, to warn her, even if he does have to shut his ears in the oven door later ...
Harry Potter and Y/n Darlington must not go back to Hogwarts." There was a silence broken only by the voices of Vernon and Mr Mason next door and the distant rumble of Vernon's voice.
"W-what?" Harry stammered. "But we've got to go back - term starts on September the first. It's all that's keeping us going. You don't know what it's like here. We don't belong here. We belong in your world - at Hogwarts."
"No, no, no," squeaked Dobby, shaking his head so hard his ears flapped. "Harry Potter and Y/n Darlington must stay where they are safe. Madame High Mistress is too great, too good, to lose. If Harry Potter and Y/n Darlington go back to Hogwarts, they will be in mortal danger."
"Why?" I said in surprise.
"There is a plot, Madame high mistress. A plot to make most terrible things happen at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry this year," whispered Dobby, suddenly trembling all over. "Dobby has known it for months, High Mistress.
Y/n Darlington must not put herself in peril. She is too important, High lady!"
"What terrible things?" I said at once. "Who's plotting them?" Dobby made a funny choking noise and then banged his head madly against the wall.
"All right!" cried Harry, grabbing the elf's arm to stop him. "You can't say, I understand. But why are you warning me?" A sudden, unpleasant thought struck me.
"Hang on - this hasn't got anything to do with Vol - sorry - with You Know Who has it? You could just shake or nod," I added hastily, as Dobby's head tilted worryingly close to the wall again. Slowly, Dobby shook his head.
"Not - not He Who Must Not Be Named, Madame High Mistress." But Dobby's eyes were wide and he seemed to be trying to give me a hint. I, however, was completely at sea.
"He hasn't got a brother, has he?" Dobby shook his head, his eyes wider than ever. "Well then, I can't think who else would have a chance of making horrible things happen at Hogwarts," I said. "I mean, there's Dumbledore, for one thing - you know who Dumbledore is, don't you?" Dobby bowed his head.
"Albus Dumbledore is the greatest Headmaster Hogwarts has ever had. Dobby knows it, Madame High Mistress. Dobby has heard Dumbledore's powers rival those of He Who Must Not Be Named at the height of his strength.
But Madame High Mistress," Dobby's voice dropped to an urgent whisper, "there are powers Dumbledore doesn't ... powers no decent wizard ..."
And before I could stop him, Dobby bounded off the bed, seized the desk lamp and started beating himself around the head with ear-splitting yelps.
A sudden silence fell downstairs. Two seconds later my, heart thudding madly, heard Uncle Vernon coming into the hall, calling, "Dudley must have left his television on again, the little tyke!"
"Quick! In the wardrobe!" hissed Harry, stuffing Dobby in, shutting the door and flinging himself onto the bed just as I had jumped out of the room and raced back upstairs.
"Sorry about that," I said, landing on the desk chair once again.
"It's all good," Said Auggie, sitting up on the bed, from his previous laying position. "You have a pretty small bedroom for someone whose uncle makes so much money," said Auggie.
"Right... Ha..." I wondered how Auggie would react if I told him I had to share this room. Or that the tiny cupboard under the stairs was my original room and even that I had to share. After a second of awkward silence, I decided to ask him another question. "So have you got any siblings?"
"Yep, two brothers. Still at home. One was adopted the same night as me and the other was adopted and few months later."
"Younger or older?" I asked. Auggie looked out of the window.
"Well, we reckon the one who was adopted a few months after us was about three and a half years old when we took him in."
"And the other?"
"We can only guess," he said quietly.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," He said, suddenly. "Do you have any siblings?"
"Nope."
"Friends?" I thought about it for a moment. I wanted to talk about Hermione and Ron, but it felt painful to even mention them, but I tried my best.
"Loads. But I have three special close friends. Their names are Harry, Ron, and Hermione."
"Oh? Tell a little more about these 'Harry, Ron, and Hermione' people," Auggie said, interested.
"Harry is my closest. I've known him for as long as I can remember. Then came along Ron on my and Harry's train trip to school, and then came Hermione, who I share a room with. She's the smarted bloody witch," I said, without realising what I had called Hermione.
Auggie overlooked it as he probably thought I was making a joke about her.
"Ron... well... he's not the brightest, but he's really nice to have around. He's got five brothers, he does!" I said. Then, Auggie and I heard Aunt Petunia calling us for dinner. Auggie and I walked back to the kitchen, chatting away.
There were only two spots left, and I could easily tell that was Vernon's planning. I and Auggie sat in the two seats next to each other. Petunia strolled around and started serving everyone the chicken that I cooked.
"I must say, Mrs. Durskey," Auggie began, after swallowing a bit of the meat, "This is probably the best chicken I've ever had, you're an amazing cook," he said, closing his eyes from how delicious the meat was. I put my finger to my lips, smiling slightly and blushing a little.
"Oh, Auggie dear, it wasn't me who made it, it was Y/n," Petunia said, with a giggle. Auggie turned to me in surprise.
"I didn't expect you were the cooking kind," He said to me, "You seem to always find a way to surprise me, Y/n."
I buried my face into the table from embarrassment. My sudden behaviour surprised me, no matter what anyone ever said to me, I never got this flustered at such a small comment.
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~Author's P.O.V:~
Y/n had run out just in time before the door handle turned.
"What - the - devil - are - you - doing?" said Uncle Vernon through gritted teeth, his face horribly close to Harry's. "You've just ruined the punchline of my Japanese golfer joke ... one more sound and you'll wish you'd never been born, boy!" He stomped flat-footed from the room. Shaking, Harry let Dobby out of the wardrobe.
"See what it's like here?" he said. "See why Y/n and I've got to go back to Hogwarts? It's the only place we've got - well, I think we've got friends."
"Friends who don't even write to Harry Potter or Madame High Mistress?" said Dobby slyly.
"I expect they've just been - hang on," said Harry, frowning. "How do you know our friends haven't been writing to us?" Dobby shuffled his feet.
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry with Dobby - Dobby did it for the best ..."
"Have you been stopping our letters?"
"Dobby has them here, sir," said the elf. Stepping nimbly out of Harry's reach, he pulled a thick wad of envelopes from the inside of the pillowcase he was wearing.
Harry could make out Hermione's neat writing, Ron's untidy scrawl and even a scribble that looked as though it was from the Hogwarts gamekeeper, Hagrid. Harry squinted. There were even letters from...
Draco Malfoy??
Professor McGonagall?
Professor Dumbledore?
Snape?
Dobby blinked anxiously up at Harry.
"Harry Potter mustn't be angry ... Dobby hoped ... if Harry Potter and Madame High Mistress thought their friends had forgotten them ... Harry Potter and Madame High Mistress might not want to go back to school, sir ..." Harry wasn't listening. He made a grab for the letters, but Dobby jumped out of reach.
"Harry Potter will have them, sir, if he gives Dobby his word that he will not return to Hogwarts and he will stop Madame High Mistress from going as well. Ah, sir, this is a danger she must not face! Say she won't go back, sir!"
"No," said Harry angrily. "Give us our friends' letters!"
"Then Harry Potter leaves Dobby no choice," said the elf sadly. Before Harry could move, Dobby had darted to the bedroom door, pulled it open - and sprinted down the hall.
Mouth dry, stomach-lurching, Harry sprang after him, trying not to make a sound. He jumped the last six steps, landing catlike on the hall carpet, looking around for Dobby. From the dining room, he heard Aunt Petunia saying,
"... Oh, Auggie dear, it wasn't me who made it, it was Y/n ..." Harry ran up the hall into the kitchen and felt his stomach disappear.
Aunt Petunia's masterpiece of a pudding, the mountain of cream and sugared violets, was floating up near the ceiling. But Harry's eyes strayed elsewhere.
There she was, still in that beautiful dress, but-. Next to her, Y/n, sat a boy, the same age as both Harry and Y/n. Harry thought he must've been the boy who Y/n had been spending this entire time with.
The boy was complimenting her about her cooking and y/n had gone a dark crimson colour, and buried her face in the table from embarrassment. Harry's brows furrowed.
No one was capable of embarrassing Y/n Darlington, how did that random boy who she had just met, make her so shy and flustered?
No matter what compliment Harry ever gave to Y/n, she never took any of them as seriously as she took that boy's tiny comment. On top of a cupboard in the corner crouched Dobby.
"No," croaked Harry. "Please ... they'll kill us ..."
"Harry Potter must say he and y/n Darlington will not be going back to school -"
"Dobby ... please ..."
"Say it, sir ..."
"I can't!" Dobby gave him a tragic look.
"Then Dobby must do it, sir, for Madame High Mistress and Harry Potter's own good." The pudding fell to the floor with a heart-stopping crash.
Cream splattered the windows and walls as the dish shattered. With a crack like a whip, Dobby vanished.
There were screams from the dining room and Uncle Vernon burst into the kitchen to find Harry, rigid with shock, as the walls were covered ceiling to floor in Aunt Petunia's pudding.
"Harry-!" Y/n said suddenly, beginning to worry for him. Auggie simply looked confused. He eyed Harry suspiciously, and Harry did the same to him.
At first, it looked as though Uncle Vernon would manage to gloss the whole thing over ('Just our nephew - very disturbed - meeting strangers upsets him, so we kept him inside ...')
He shooed the shocked Masons and Y/n back into the dining room, promised Harry he would flay him to within an inch of his life when the Masons had left, and handed him a mop.
Aunt Petunia dug some ice cream out of the freezer and Harry, still shaking with both fear and anger, started scrubbing the kitchen clean. Uncle Vernon might still have been able to make his deal - if it hadn't been for the owl.
Aunt Petunia was just handing round a box of after-dinner mints when a huge barn owl swooped through the dining room window, dropped a letter on Mrs Mason's head and swooped out again. Mrs Mason screamed like a banshee and ran from the house, shouting about lunatics.
Mr Mason stayed just long enough to tell the Dursleys that his wife was mortally afraid of birds of all shapes and sizes, and to ask whether this was their idea of a joke.
Seeing Mrs Mason scream like a banshee at the owl, Auggie and Y/n looked to each other before they quickly ducked under the table and started laughing.
Had the mop been someone's throat, Harry would have killed them with how tight he was holding it. That was something only he and Y/n did. Why was she getting along so nicely with someone she only met today?
Who was he, trying to wiggle his way in between Harry and y/n? But it was short-lived, as the boy's father quickly dragged him up by the arm and pulled him out of the house.
"Write to me!" Y/n Yelled and the two shared a few last words before Auggie had to leave. Y/n quickly joined Harry in the kitchen and asked if he was alright.
"I'm fine," He said as Y/n clutched his shoulders to ease him.
Harry stood in the kitchen, clutching the mop for support as Uncle Vernon advanced on the duo, a demonic glint in his tiny eyes.
"Read it!" he hissed evilly, brandishing the letter the owl had delivered. "Go on - read it!" Harry took it. It did not contain birthday greetings.
'Dear Mr Potter,
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 which risks notice by members of the non-magical community (Muggles) is a serious offence, 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 looked up from the letter and gulped, but Y/n was confused. What magic? Had Harry done magic?
Y/n looked at Harry and he quickly shook his head to signal that he didn't do anything. Harry mouthed the word 'Dobby' to Y/n and she quickly caught onto what happened while she was with Auggie.
But since Harry and she were living under the same roof, why did she not receive a letter?
"You didn't tell us you two weren't allowed to use magic outside school," said Uncle Vernon, a mad gleam dancing in his eyes. "Forgot to mention it ... slipped your mind, I dare say ..." He was bearing down on Y/n and Harry like a great bulldog, all his teeth bared.
"Well, I've got news for you... I'm locking you up ... you're never going back to that school ... never ... and if you try and magic yourself out - they'll expel you!" And laughing like a maniac, he dragged Harry and Y/n back upstairs.
Uncle Vernon was as bad as his word. The following morning, he paid a man to fit bars on Y/n and Harry's window.
The Dursleys were showing no sign of relenting and Y/n couldn't see any way out of this situation.
She lay on the bed, next to Harry, watching the sun sinking behind the bars of the window.
The cat flap rattled and Aunt Petunia's hand appeared, pushing two bowls of tinned soup into the room.
Harry and Y/n, whose insides were aching with hunger, jumped off their bed and seized the bowls. The soup was stone cold, but they drank half of it in one gulp.
Then Harry handed y/n his bowl and she crossed the room to Hedwig's and Zeus' cages and tipped the soggy vegetables at the bottom of the bowls into their empty food trays.
Hedwig ruffled her feathers and gave Y/n a look of deep disgust, while Zeus didn't waste time and instantly started eating away.
"Oh, you poor bird," Y/n said, gently stroking the feathers of the hungry white owl.
"It's no good turning your beak up at it, that's all we've got," said Harry grimly to Hedwig. Y/n put the empty bowls back on the floor next to the cat flap and lay back down on the bed, somehow even hungrier than she had been before the soup.
The room was growing dark. Exhausted, stomach rumbling, mind spinning over the same unanswerable questions, Y/n fell into an uneasy sleep, Harry by her side, holding her close.
Y/n dreamed that she was on show in a zoo, with a card reading "Underage Witch" attached to her cage. People goggled through the bars at her as she lay, starving and weak, on a bed of straw. She saw Dobby's face in the crowd and shouted out, asking for help, but Dobby called,
"Y/n Darlington is safe there, Madame High Mistress!" and vanished. Then the Dursleys appeared and Dudley rattled the bars of the cage, laughing at her.
"Stop it," Y/n muttered, as the rattling pounded in her sore head. "Leave me alone ... cut it out ... I'm trying to sleep ..." She opened her eyes and saw Harry who looked as if he was seeing a ghost. She turned around to face the window to see what Harry was looking at.
Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at them: a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.
Ron Weasley was outside their window.
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~Y/n's P.O.V~
"Ronniekins!" I breathed, creeping to the window and pushing it up so we could talk through the bars. Harry walked behind me.
"Ron, how did you - what the - ?" Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what we were seeing hit him. Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in mid-air.
Grinning at me from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers.
"All right there, love?" Fred asked.
"What's been going on?" said Ron. "Why haven't you been answering my letters, y/n? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said Harry got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles ..."
"It wasn't me - and how did he know?" Harry said suddenly.
"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school -"
"Bloody rich coming from you lot," I said, grinning at the floating car, amazed.
"Oh, this doesn't count," said Ron. "We're only borrowing this, it's Dad's, we didn't enchant it." He turned to Harry, "But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with ..."
"I told you, I didn't - but it'll take too long to explain now. Look, can you explain to them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked us up and won't let us come back, and obviously we can't magic out, because the Ministry'll think that's the second spell I've done in three days, so -"
"Stop gibbering," said Ron, "we've come to take you two home with us."
"But you can't magic us out either -"
"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head towards the front seats and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me." I turned to Fred who winked at me.
"You're not planning on doing what I think you're about to do are you?" I asked, the grin on my face growing bigger and bigger. Fred and George smirked.
"What do you think?" Fred said, cheekily.
"Oh, I could literally kiss you right now!" I said in a whispering yell.
"Oh, I like the sound of that," he added, slyly.
"Tie that round the bars," said George, throwing the end of a rope to Harry.
"If the Dursleys wake up, we're dead," said Harry, as he tied the rope tightly around a bar and Fred revved up the car.
"Don't worry," said Fred, "and stand back. Wouldn't want your pretty little face to get hurt now, do we?" He said to me.
Harry and I moved back into the shadows next to Hedwig and Zeus, who seemed to have realised how important this was and kept still and silent.
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 - Harry and I ran back to the window to see the bars dangling a few feet above the ground.
Panting, Ron hoisted the bars up into the car. I 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 window.
"Get in," Ron said.
"But all our Hogwarts stuff ... our wands ..."
"My precious beautiful broomstick ..." I said.
"Where is it?"
"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room -"
"No problem," said George from the front passenger seat.
"Stand aside, Darling." Fred and George climbed carefully through the window into our room.
You had to hand it to them, I thought, as George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock. Fred turned to me,
"Now, about that kiss I was promised a few second ago." I could feel at least three pairs of rolling eyes. I got on my tip toes and pecked the boy on his cheek. Fred looked at me, "Bloody brilliant," Was all he could say as he dragged his hand across the area I kiss, gently.
"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said George, "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," whispered George.
"Watch out for the bottom stair, that thing creaks loud as hell, especially at night," I whispered back, as the twins disappeared onto the dark landing.
Harry and I dashed around our room, collecting our things together and passing them out of the window to Ron. Then we went to help Fred and George heave our trunks up the stairs. I wanted to help, but the boys didn't seem to want any, despite their huffing and puffing.
"I play quidditch, y'know. Strong as hell, I can help." I said.
"No need- Love," Huffed, Fred.
"Yeah- got it all- under- control," Said George panting,
"You just- have to- sit there- and look pretty," Added Fred. I heard Uncle Vernon cough.
At last, panting, we reached the landing, and 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, while I stood aside and watched.
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.
"Told you we could do it," George winked at me, still panting slightly.
"OK, let's go," Fred whispered.
"Harry, go sit in the back," Said Fred, who was in the driver's seat,
"Harry, go sit in the front," Ron said, who was in the back. The two brothers had a short scuffle that ended when George scolded them and Harry jumped into the back seat. Then, it was my turn.
But as I climbed onto the window still there came a sudden loud screech from behind me, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernon's voice.
"THOSE RUDDY OWLS!"
"We've forgotten Hedwig and Zeus!" I tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on. I snatched up Zeus' and Hedwig's cages dashed to the window and passed them out to Ron and Harry.
I 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 me, grabbing me by the ankle.
Ron, Fred and George seized my arms and pulled as hard as they could.
"Petunia!" roared Uncle Vernon. "They're getting away! THEY'RE GETTING AWAY!" The Weasleys gave a gigantic tug and my leg slid out of Uncle Vernon's grasp. As soon as I was in the car seat next to Fred and had slammed the door shut, I yelled,
"Put your foot down, Freddie!" and the car shot suddenly towards the moon. I couldn't believe it - I was free.
I wound down the window, the night air whipping my hair, and looked back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of the window.
"See you next summer, bitches!" I yelled. The Weasleys roared with laughter and I settled back in my seat, grinning from ear to ear. "Let Hedwig and Zeus out," I told Ron, "They can fly behind us. They haven't had a chance to stretch their wings for ages."
George handed the hairpin to Ron and a moment later, Hedwig and Zeus had soared joyfully out of the window to glide alongside us like ghosts.
"So - what's the story?" 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. There was a long shocked silence when he had finished.
"Very fishy," said Fred finally.
"Definitely dodgy," agreed George.
"Certainly suspicious," I added.
A faint pinkish glow was visible along the horizon to the east. Fred brought the car lower and I saw a dark patchwork of fields and clumps of trees.
"We're a little way outside the village," said George. "Ottery St Catchpole ..." Lower and lower went the flying car. The edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees.
"Touchdown!" said Fred as, with a slight bump, we hit the ground. But before we could, Fred quickly put his arm over my chest and held me down so that I didn't fly up and hurt my head.
We had landed next to a tumbledown garage in a small yard and I looked out for the first time at Ron's house.
A lop-sided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read "The Burrow".
"It's not much," said Ron, "But it's home"
"It's actually brilliant, that's what it is," I said happily, thinking of Privet Drive. We got out of the car.
"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred, "and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast. Then Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and Y/n and no one need ever know we flew the car."
"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, Y/n, I sleep at the -"
"Keep dreaming, Ronniekins," Said George,
"Miss y/n will be sleeping with us big boys," said Fred, puffing his chest.
Ron tried to argue, but then something happened. Ron had gone a nasty greenish colour, his eyes fixed on the house.
The other three and I wheeled around. Mrs Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a sabre-toothed tiger.
"Ah," said Fred.
"Oh dear," said George.
"Well, fuck..." I said.
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A/n: My fav rescue team <3