Sapphire Witch - Under Editing to make it easier to read

An escape

~Harry's Bedroom~

Uncle Vernon fits iron bars to the inside of Harry's window. Drills a metal flap to the base of the bedroom door. Fits a fat, grey lock to the door itself. Soaking with sweat, he casts Harry a nasty grin and pulls shut the door. It closes with the dull clank of a cell.

~Y/n's Room~

Petunia: "Y/n." She knocks on the door. Y/n: "Come in!" Nala runs around her legs as she waits for the small antelope to be put down. Y/n puts the antelope down in the grazing pen. Some of the other animals getting ready to help. Y/n: "And go." The antelope, hares, and smaller prey are still grazing as the hunters start. Petunia: "Oh it's feeding time?" Y/n: "Yeah." Regulus: "Okay, are you ready to go to your new home?" Y/n: "Yeah. I still can't believe that the zoo let me keep her." Regulus: "She was already to attached to you." Petunia: "What?" Regulus: "I work for the Department of Magical Law Enforcement as an intern." Petunia: "That has nothing-" Regulus cuts her off by raising his hand. Regulus: "I'm removing Ms. Potter from an abusive household while I can't do anything for Mr. Potter because Dumbledore is fighting to keep him here. Y/n also needs to be bought in for her use of a Darkhold. Which is considered the evilest magical object known to man, muggle or not. We want to know how she got one."

~Harry's Bedroom~

Harry stares gloomily out the window. The metal flap rattles and Dudley's pudgy hand slides a bowl of tinned soup onto the floor. He grins cruelly through the opening. Dudley: "I know what day it is." Harry: "Well done, Dudley. Finally learned the days of the week, have you." Dudley: "Today's your birthday. And nobody cares. Oh! Y/n was removed from the house!" Dudley snaps shut the flap. Harry sighs, takes the soup and a bit of stale bread, and crosses to Hedwig. Harry: "It's no good turning your beak up. It's all we've got. Harry feeds a piece of bread to Hedwig."

~With Y/n~

Y/n: "Woah!" Regulus: "Do you like it?" Y/n: "Yeah!" Y/n walks around the house. Regulus: "Kreacher!" Kreacher: "Yes, Sir?" Regulus: "This is Y/n. She's going to be living with us." Kreacher: "Miss Y/n." Y/n: "Hello." Regulus: "That's all Kreacher. I'm going to help Y/n settle in." Y/n: "The Master and Mistress of the House should be addressed as "Sir" and "My Lady" respectively. The eldest son should be addressed as "Mister x" and the youngest son as "Master Y" correct?" Regulus: "Correct which means if Sirius is still alive he should be addressed as Mister.." Y/n: "He's in jail. Wrongly accused!" Regulus: "Huh. About?" Y/n: "Being a Death Eater." Regulus bursts out laughing.

~Meanwhile~

Harry leans against the wall. Asleep. There is a gentle tapping sound. Harry opens his eyes and is stunned to see... Ron Weasley stared through the bedroom window. Harry: "Ron?" Ron: "Hiya, Harry." An old, turquoise-colored Ford Anglia floats in midair. Ron leans out the back window. His brother Fred sits in the driver's seat. Fred's twin George is in the passenger seat. Harry: "Fred? George? What're you doing here?" Ron: "Rescuing you, of course. Where's your trunk?" Stuffed with clothes, spellbooks. The trunk closes, and snaps shut. Harry drags the trunk to the windowsill and watches Ron tie off a fierce knot on the bars of Harry's window. Ron: "Stand back." Harry steps back. Ron turns and nods to Fred. Fred steps on the accelerator. The Ford Anglia FLIES UP into the air, the rope snaps tight, and -- Crunch! -- the bars are torn from the window. Bricks and bars rain down onto the lawn below, a mangled mess.

~Vernon's bedroom~

Vernon wakes up...

~Harry's Bedroom~

Harry pushes the trunk over the sill into the Anglia's boot, then scrambles through the window himself, when... SQUAWK! Harry: "Hedwig!" Harry clambers back, grabs Hedwig's cage, swings it onto the ledge, when... BAM! The bedroom door crashes open. Vernon: "Petunia! He's getting away!" As Harry leaps for the windowsill, Vernon charges forward and snatches his ankle. Harry tumbles into the darkness, one hand gripping Hedwig's cage, the other reaching out and... catching Ron's at the last possible second. Vernon puts both hands to Harry's ankle and pulls harder. Ron braces himself and pulls back. Harry hangs, stretched high over the lawn, directly above the mangled steel bars. Harry's hand begins to slip from Ron's fingers. Hedwig pecks feverishly at the lock. Ron: "Hold on, Harry!" Vernon: "Oh no, boy! You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!" Harry's hand begins to slip away from Ron's. Hedwig pecks harder and... the cage opens. Hedwig swoops into the sky, wheels back, and hammers her beak into Uncle Vernon's hand. He roars, stumbles back, and... Ron and George pull Harry into the air. Ron: "Put your foot down, Fred!" Like a rocket, the Anglia sails into the stars. Harry glances back and sees Petunia and Dudley join Vernon at the window. As Hedwig races up, soaring just beyond the car window, Ron turns to Harry. Ron: "By the way, Harry. Happy Birthday."

~The Burrow~

As the Anglia drops through a pink sky, a haphazard mess of a house, built around a towering central chimney, appears below. By the road, a lopsided sign reads The Burrow. FLUMPH! The car touches down in a whirling cone of dust and scatters a group of chickens and fishtails to a halt. The boys spill quickly out of the car. Fred whispers urgently. Fred: "Hurry! Let's nip inside before Mum wakes up!"

~Front Room~

The boys sneak inside and gently close the door. Harry stops. Magical objects surround him: A clock displays different chores for each family member. A pair of needles knit a sweater by themselves. A stack of playing cards shuffles themselves, providing a cooling breeze for Ron's aging rat, Scabbers. Ron shrugs and averts his eyes self-consciously. Ron: "It's not much." Harry: "I think it's... brilliant!" Ron looks up. Sees Harry's mesmerized face. Slowly... grins. Mrs. Weasley: "WHERE... HAVE... YOU... BEEN?!" The boys nearly jump out of their skin. Mrs. Weasley stands in the doorway. Furious. She smiles sweetly at Harry. Mrs. Weasley: "Harry! How wonderful to see you. (back to the boys) Beds empty! No note! You could've died! You could've been seen! (again, to Harry) I don't blame you, of course, dear." Ron: "They were starving him, Mum! There were bars on his window!" Mrs. Weasley: " You best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! (softening instantly) Care for a spot of tea, Harry?" Harry: "Dudley said Y/n was removed from the house." Mrs. Weasley: "Oh. Yes. She's coming over for breakfast with her legal guardian. Mr. Black managed to get emergancy custody of her. Dumbledore wouldn't let him take you though." Regulus: "We're here." Y/n comes through the fireplace a few seconds later. Y/n: "Happy Birthday." Harry: "Thanks." Ginny: "Mummy. Have you seen my jumper --" A small, red-headed girl appears, and sees Y/n and Harry. And then squeals and dashes back up the stairs. Ron frowns. Ron: "Ginny. Been talking about you all summer. Dead annoying, really." George: "Dad's home!" The front door opens and Arthurs Weasley enters. A tall man with red hair, his robes look dusty and travel-worn. Mr. Weasley: "What a night! Nine raids! Nine!" Harry: (to Ron) "Raids?" Ron: "Dad works at the Ministry of Magic. In the Misuse of Muggle Artefacts Office." Harry: "The Misuse of Muggle Artefacts...?" Ron: "That's when wizards bewitch something to drive Muggles mad. Shrinking door keys, that kind of thing. Dad loves Muggles. Thinks they're fascinating." Mr. Weasley hangs up his cloak and turns. Blinks. Mr. Weasley: "Well now. Who are you three?" Harry: "Harry, sir. Harry Potter." Y/n: "Y/n Natalya Maximoff Potter." Mr. Weasley: "Good Lord, are you really? Ron's told us all about you, of course. When did you get here?" Mrs. Weasley: (darkly) "This morning. Your sons flew that enchanted car of yours to Surrey house and back last night." Mr. Weasley: "Did you now! How'd it go?!" He catches his wife's eye. Mr. Weasley: "I... I mean... That was very wrong, boys. Very wrong indeed. So, Harry. You must know all about Muggles. Tell me, what exactly is the function of a parking meter?" Harry is about to answer when he notices an owl (Errol) soaring toward the kitchen window. To Harry's horror, the owl doesn't pull up. It just flies... SMACK!... into the glass. Mrs. Weasley: "That must be Errol with the post. Fetch him, will you, George?" George takes the unconscious Errol, absently lays him on a draining board, and takes the letters clutched in his claws. George: "It's our Hogwarts letters! And look. They've sent Harry, Y/n, and Regulus's as well?" Regulus: "Probably a teaching offer." Y/n hands him his letter. Y/n: "Do you want to teach?" Regulus: "I can watch over you easier." Mr. Weasley: "Dumbledore must know you're here, Harry, Y/n. Doesn't miss a trick, that man." Fred: (reading his) "This lot won't come cheap, Mum. The spellbooks alone..." Mrs. Weasley: "We'll manage. Right then. There's only one place to get all of this." Y/n: "Mrs. Weasley. Please allow me. My bio-parents left me more money than the Potters did to Harry aand I." Mrs. Weasley: "I couldn't..." Y/n: "Just the books then!" Regulus: "She's not going to give up." Mrs. Weasley: "Okay. Just the books!" Harry/Ron/Fred/George: "Diagon Alley!"