HIS CHOSEN GIRL
chapter twenty three-flying car
[Harry's P.O.V]
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I watch Uncle Vernon with nothing but hatred as he continues to install bars, yes bars, on my bedroom window. As if this place didn't feel enough like prison as it were. In addition to the bars, he's added about six locks to me door so that I quite literally have no way of escaping.
Suffice it to say that Uncle Vernon was less than pleased when I ruined the biggest dinner of his career, even though I wasn't even the one who had ruined it. I guess Dobby's gonna get what he wants, there's absolutely not a chance I get to Hogwarts like this.
Uncle Vernon smiles evilly at me through the glass. "You're never going back to that school now. You're never going to see those freaky little friends of yours again. Never!"
I ignore him, refusing to give in to his ways as I turn away from my window and walk over to my desk. Come on, Harry. There's gotta be a way out of this one.
I just need a really good plan.
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I kick the leg of my desk in severe frustration. I've been trying for hours to find a way out of this bloody room and to the train station and still, I haven't a decent answer. Glancing at my clock and seeing that it's midnight, I decide to call it a day. I'll think better in the morning anyways. I climb into bed and look around the four walls of my cell.
This is where I'll lose my mind.
I awake to a strange sound. I glance at the clock and see that it's around four in the morning. Reaching for my glasses on my bedside table, I look around my room to see it exactly as it was an hour ago. Weird. Walking over to my window, I see something off in the distance and I squint to make it out but I haven't a clue what it is.
The closer it gets, the more evident it is that it's a car, a flying car, and when I realize who's driving, I retreat from my window cautiously.
The flying car pulls up right next to my window and never in my life have I felt such relief. Three red headed boys looking at me through the bars and I rejoice to see none other than Ron, Fred, and George Weasley coming to my rescue.
"Hiya, Harry," Ron says casually from the front seat.
"Ron," I gave at him. "Fred. George. What are you all doing here?"
Ron looks at me as if it isn't obvious what he's doing in a flying car outside my window at 4:07 in the morning.
"Rescuing you, of course. Now, come on. Get your trunk."
I don't bother to waste another second by asking any more questions. I know that I have a limited time, that I've got no choice but to move quickly. Throwing my trunk on my neck quickly throw in the last minute necessities that I had yet to pack.
When I finish packing, I walk back over to the window to see Ron attaching a hook to the bars on my window. Where he found a hook, how he knew he'd need it I'll never know. Still, I stand there anxiously bouncing up and down, praying nothing more than for this to work.
"You'd better stand back," Ron warns before turning to Fred in the driver's seat. "Let's go."
The car takes off in the other direction and one loud crash later, the bars are removed from the window. In fact, the whole window itself lies on the front yard below.
Panicked, I glance at the door because there's not a chance the Dursley's didn't hear that. In fact, I'm surprised the whole neighborhood still has yet to notice the flying car outside my bedroom window.
I grab my trunk as Fred backs up this time so that I'm able to hand my trunk to George through the back of the car.
"Potter!" Uncle Vernon screams as the locks on my door begin unlocking, one by one.
"Go, go go go!" Fred chants as I grab Hedwig's cage.
Fred turns the car around quickly and Ron stands up from the passenger seat, making room for me to jump.
"Cmon Harry!" He yells.
"Hurry up!" Adds George.
I've just passed Hedwig over to Ron when the bedroom door swings open.
"Petunia!" Vernon yells. "He's escaping!"
He runs over to me but I jump out the window, into the car. Uncle Vernon unfortunately for me managed to grab hold of my foot and pulls, hard, as he tries desperately to drag me back into the house.
Ron grabs onto my arm. "I've got you, Harry."
"Come here!" Uncle Vernon shouts.
"Let go of me!" I yell back in frustration.
I struggle to keep myself in place, the tension from both my arm and leg being yanked in opposite directions causing me to lose my strength.
"Oh, no, boy," Vernon seethes. "You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!"
"GET OFF!" I shout.
Ron turns to Fred panicked. "Drive!"
Fred obliges, putting the car into drive and we take off into the sky. Genius. Uncle Vernon, who refuses to let go of my foot, gets pulled along with us, finally releasing me and falls out the window and into the bush in the front lawn.
I laugh as Petuina and Dudley run to the window and look down to check on Uncle Vernon and I laugh even harder to see him stare at me with complete hatred, though it's hard to feel intimidated when he looks so stupid sitting there in a bush.
I slam the car door shut once we've made it out of sight and turn to Ron, thankfully.
"By the way, Harry," he says. "Happy birthday!"
I smile and thank him before then thanking the twins in aiding their brother on his rescue mission.
"How'd you know to come?" I ask my red headed friend curiously.
"(y/n)!" Ron responds. "Wrote to me last night, said she got a visit from a house elf that told her you may be in trouble and that I needed to go check on you immediately. At first I thought she was mental, but thank godric we came, hey?"
So I guess Dobby went and visited (y/n) as well. I wonder if Dobby acted as a complete twat to her as well. Well, whatever happened there, it's really because of (y/n) that I even got rescued tonight in the first place.
Even Ron who dropped everything to come and just check on me, risking our exposure and his life, probably. I really hope for his sake that Mrs. Weasley doesn't find out about this.
Nodding in regards to Ron's comment, I turn out the window and smile to myself. I'm beyond lucky to call these people my friends.
We drive from when the sky looks black with small, glistening stars until the stars disappear, replaced by the sun, creating a beautiful sunset.
Navigating through a series of trees, I had no idea the Weasley house was so well hidden, we finally arrive.
The only word I can think of to describe a house such as this one is interesting. It almost seems like after so many years, and so many kids, more and more extensions had to be added on to fit everybody. And you almost know that magic has got to be involved in keeping this thing standing, the tall yet thin house has got to be about six stories tall. It's clearly old, and a little bit run down, but never in my life have I come across a building with such a welcoming, home feeling. In almost every way possible, it was completely opposite to where I resides with the Dursley's on Privet Drive.
Fred lands the car shakily and I fear he may crash into a chicken coop. He so narrowly avoids it, parks the car and we get out of the car.
"Why are we being so quiet?" I whisper to Ron as the twins tip toe towards the house, pretending to be spies.
"Well, you see... mum and dad don't know we came to get you," Ron explains. "So we're hoping to say that you just, you know, found your way here and came in the middle of the night."
Immediately I feel guilty, the pure thought of my best friend getting in trouble for me making me feel somewhat queasy.
Following him into the house, my eyes don't even know where to look.
It's absolutely incredible.
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