Everlasting (H.P x fem.reader) YEARS 1-4

Year Two: Chapter Three

3rd Person POV

"Ron?" breathed Harry, creeping to the window and pushing it up so they could talk through the bars.

"Ron, how did you— What the—?" 

Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. Ron was leaning out of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair. Grinning at Harry from the front seats were Fred and George, Ron's elder twin brothers. 

"All right, Harry?" asked George. 

"What's been going on?" said Ron. "Why haven't you been answering my letters? I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then dad came home and said you'd gotten an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles—" 

"It wasn't me — and how did he know?" 

"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school —"

"You should talk," said Harry, staring at the floating car. 

"Oh, this doesn't count," said Ron. "We're only borrowing this. It's dad's, we didn't enchant it. But doing magic in front of the Muggles you live with—" 

"I told you, 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 three days, so—" 

"Stop gibbering," said Ron. "We've come to take you home with us." 

"But you can't magic me out either —" 

"We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head toward the front seat and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me." 

"Tie that around the bars," said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry. 

"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," said Harry as he tied the rope tightly around the bar and Fred revved up the car. 

"Don't worry," said Fred, "and stand back." 

Harry moved back into the shade next to Hedwig, who seemed to have realized how important this was and kept still and silent. The car revved louder and louder and suddenly, with a crunching sound, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as Fred drove straight up in the air.

Harry ran back to the window to see the bars dangling a few feet about the ground. Panting, Ron hoisted them up into the car. Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursleys' bedroom. 

When the bars were safely in the backseat with Ron, Fred revved as close as possible to Harry's window. 

"Get in," Ron said. 

"But all my Howgarts stuff — my wand — my broomstick —" 

"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 passenger seat.

"Out of the way, Harry." 

Fred and George climbed catlike through the window into Harry's room. You had to hand it to them, thought Harry, as George took a regular hairpin and started to pick the lock. 

"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred. "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.