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Book two, chapter five

BOOK TWO!! WOO-HOO!

Harry Potter And The Secrets of Slytherin. That is the name of the SECOND book. (One book closer to book three; This is the last chapter this note will be here!)

And this is the fifth chapter. Chapter five of this snakey book-in-a-book, Ron's Horrible Idea.

I do not own Harry Potter(but I totally should). This is an AU.

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The end of summer vacation came too quickly for Harry's liking. He was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but his month at the Burrow had been one of the funnest he'd ever had. It was difficult not to grow envious of Ron when he thought of the Dursleys and the sort of welcome he could expect next time he turned up on Privet Drive.

On their last evening, Mrs Weasley conjured up a dinner that included all of Harry and Hermione's favourite things, ending with a treacle pudding and a large bowl of mint chocolate chip ice cream. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; They filled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.

It took a long while to get started the next morning. They were up at dawn, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; People kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car. Harry had been searching for an hour, at the least, for Sly since had gotten out of her case as he had been filling it with food. Though he wouldn't admit it, he was surprised she had found anything. 

Harry didn't understand how ten people, eight large trunks, two owls, a snake's holding case(Hydrus had been around his neck), a niffler, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added.

"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to Harry as he opened the trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily. 

When at last they were all in the car, Mrs Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, "Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?" She and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"

Mr Weasley started up the engine and the trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when he'd see it again when they were back-- George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that, they skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high.

Mr Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear--"

"No, Arthur--"

"No one would see-- this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed-- that's get us up in the air, and we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser--"

"I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight!"

Mr Weasley begrudgingly stopped speaking. 

They reached King's Cross at a quarter to eleven. Mr Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for their trunks and they all hurried into the station.