"Are you ready?" I heard a whisper come from beside me. Rolling over and sitting up in my bed, I turn to face Ron.
"Mom and dad are asleep?" I ask, he simply grins and nods. "Sweet! Let's go!" I jumped up and pulled a sweater on over my clothes and followed Ron down the stairs and into the living room where we met up with Fred and George, both of whom held devious grins.
"Ready?" They asked simultaneously.
"You sure you won't kill us?" I joked. Instead of answering, which had me worried, they just grabbed our arms and brought us out to the shed where Arthur had parked his light blue, slightly modified, Ford Anglia. "I'm excited but... slightly worried." I joked to Ron, who snorted.
"As long as you aren't the one driving, I think we'll be fine." The twins laughed with Ron as I punched him in the arm and rolled my eyes.
"Shotgun!" I yelled, running with Ron to fight for the front seat.
"This was my bloody idea..." He mumbled from the backseat with Fred.
"It was a collective idea, actually," I told him, grinning from beside George in the front passenger seat before I quickly fell asleep listening to the chatter of everyone and the hum of the engine.
Fred woke me up as we started to pull up to a window that had bars over it. I shared a worried glance with the three boys.
"Bars on his window? That's a little much, even if he did use magic, don't you think?"
"You've heard how he talks about them, Sam. They hate anything to do with magic..." Ron answered, but we all felt bad for the poor boy. I crawled over the seats to switch places with Fred and leaned out to knock on Harry's window.
"Ron? Sam?" Harry asked as he opened his window, staring at us with wide eyes. "How did you- What the-?" Harry stared at us, and the car, for a solid minute once he realized that the car was floating.
"All right, Harry?" George asked from the front of the car, grinning.
"What's been going on?" Ron asked over me.
"Yeah, you haven't been answering our letters. Ron had asked you to stay about a dozen times and then our dad came from and said you got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles-" I added, but Harry cut me off.
"It wasn't me!" He defended. "And how did he know?"
"He works for the Ministry," Ron informed him. "You know we're not supposed to do spells in school-"
"You should talk-" Harry quipped back, gesturing to the car.
"Oh, this doesn't count." I laughed lightly. "We're only borrowing this. It's Dad's, we didn't enchant it."
"But doing magic in front of those Muggles you live with-" Ron started to scold.
"I told you," Harry groaned. "I didn't. But it'll take too long to explain now- look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out because the Ministry'll think that's the second spell I've done in the past three days so..."
"Oh, shut up Harry." He looked at me confused.
"We've come to take you home with us," Ron told him as the twins and I nodded.
"But you can't magic me out either-"
"We don't need to." I interrupted. "You forget who we've brought with us." I gestured to the twins, who were both giving Harry thumbs up now.
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A Feeling (OC x Harry Potter)
Adventure"Come on Ron, it'll be alright. I have a good feeling about this." I say, giving him a little wink and dragging him with me to an empty compartment toward the back of the train. Little did we know that the boy we would befriend that day would lead u...
