𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 {𝐇. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫}

17

Ottery St. Catchpole, Devon, England...
One Month Later...
Johnny felt that this summer was one of the best he ever had. Yes it got a bit lonely with only his mother and grandfather to talk to, but he enjoyed it immensely as Gellert told him stories of his youth, and Evelyn showed him pictures of her, his father, Lily, James and their friends at school. He also wrote many letters to Hermione, who was very eager to meet his mother and possibly his grandfather. He sent letters to Ron and his twin brothers, Fred and George too, he didn't get many replies off them, but they all shared a mutual worry for Harry who hadn't responded to their letters.

So there was a plan in place.

Midnight on July 31st, Johnny and the three Weasley's would take their father's blue Ford Anglia (which could fly) to Surrey in an attempt to rescue Harry from his horrid aunt, uncle and cousin. Johnny had already packed as he would catch the Hogwarts Express from the Burrow (the Weasley's home), despite the fact Dumbledore had told him that he was welcome to use the Floo network instead.

At three o'clock in the afternoon on July 31st, Johnny stood in the gardens of the castle, underneath the red Weirwood tree, waiting for his mother as they were apparating there. Johnny was whistling the tune of 'It's A Long Way to Tipperary' when his mother and grandfather walked out into the gardens. Gellert gave his grandson a hug and a firm pat on the shoulder.

"Have fun this year," Gellert grinned. "Try not to get into to much trouble."

"Yes sir."

"I haven't been outside of Austria in twelve years," Evelyn smiled. She took ahold of Johnny's upper arm and spun. It felt like Johnny was being sucked through a small tube, and then with a loud pop, the mother and son duo appeared outside of a large, wooden family home in Devon. The smell of freshly baked bred filled their senses as a rather plump redhead woman appeared out of the doorway.

"Evelyn, dear? Is that you?" The plump woman asked.

"It is, Molly," Evelyn smiled. Johnny, who assumed this was Mrs. Weasley, smiled as the two long lost friends embraced in a tight hug. "This is my son, Johnathan, but we all him Johnny."

"Ah, yes," Molly said, embracing Johnny in a mother like hug. "My boys told me all about you, of course, a brilliant friend!"

Johnny blushed at the attention, glaring at his mother who smirked at him. Molly ushered the two into her home.

"Boys!" Molly yelled up the stairs. "Johnny's here!"

Three identical thuds were heard from upstairs, before three sets of feet were heard tumbling down the stairs.

"Johnny!" Fred, George and Ron said happily.

"Johnny! You made it, mate!" Ron yelled, giving his best friend a brother like hug.

"Johnny, my good man, how do you do?" Said Fred, in a posh accent.

"Oh wonderful for you to join us old chap, cheerio," said George as they both shook my hand rather aggressively. 

"Ah, Mr. Weasley and Mr. Weasley, however do you do, chaps?" I said, doing a small bow joining in on their antics. Molly and Evelyn smiled at the boys from where they sat at the kitchen table.

For the rest of the day, the four boys played Quidditch (each Weasley brother taking turns on Johnny's Nimbus 2000), they helped Molly garden once Evelyn left, and finally the time had come. At half past eleven, the four boys quietly crept out the back door.

"Do any of you know how to fly this thing?" Johnny asked, as he quietly shut the back door behind him.

"Nope-" said Fred.