Potter Head's Nirvana [ ON HOLD ]

ch.13.Witty Wesely Wonders

Night of 3rd August.

I was staying the night at Dursley's second bedroom after playing with Dudley and promptly collapsing with exhaustion.

I had submitted all the paperwork required for raising the agenda of new taxes,the issue will be up for discussion in the wizengamot in the next meeting, fortunately raising an agenda only requires support from 4 other wizards on wizengamot and bless the old laws the agenda was not to be disclosed until the meeting moreover the identities of those supporters was anonymous even from each other unless both the purposer and the backer wanted to reveal it to everyone.

I might just kiss the old ministers for that little blessing in disguise since Howard, Malfoy,Nott and Amelia Bone who i invited over for tea were also to support me.

It was a lot of work in two days but copying all those muggle taxatiom laws and editing them slightly was worth it.

I forgot that even if I used polyjuice, my body was that of a 12 year old and weeks of restless work summed with a weak body has driven me to unconsiousness after a rather rough wrestling session with Dudley.

Well at least I got to see him panic and worry and it was funny how afraid he was thinking that he had chocked me to death.

Well at least petunia was kind enough to give me ORS and some fruits as I lied on the couch with Dudley sitted near my feet watching T.V.

Life as an Adult was hard

Sigh*  phantom and Azure were going to murder me if there's anything left after Kreacher and Twinkle are done with me.

I was surprised to see bars on the window as i entered my room,oh right Dudley sia something about owls going through that's why they were there?

I didn't think anylonger and was out like light before my head even hit the pillow.

I was chained to a desk with a prison made of paperwork piling as high as the  skies.I accidentally knocked a pile papers with a single letter 'Tax' printed on them in red fluttered down.I was tackles by Dudley who was jeering at me for being Dobby suffer who was banding his head on my desk making everything rattle.

I opened my eyes wrenching myself out of the absurd dream.

The weeks had mentally exhausted me and I hadn't gotten time to rearrange my occlumency shields.

I looked up toward the window.Moonlight was shining through the bars on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at me: a
freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.

Ron Weasley was outside my window.

Ah goody fuck, where did I keep my extra trunk again? Under the bed filled with clothes and a vanishing box connected to the one back at Grimmauld.

"Ron!” I breathed an impending headache and walking to the window.

“Ron, i was going to come on 4th!" I whispered grumpily

My mouth fell open as the full impact of what I was seeing hit me.

Goddamit! Who needs rest that's a flying car right there! Knowing it was one thing and being able to see it was one thing!

Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair. Grinning at me from the front seats were Fred and George,this rascals!

“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 i write to everyone and no one has heard from you. It's like you dissipated! And then  Dad came home and said he'd got an official report about magical usage in the nearby area!”