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***Walker Scobell & Annalise Basso as Durante "Dante" Knightley and Annalise Basso as Seraphina Potter. The story continues. . . .***
"Psst! Sera!"
It was the middle of the night when Sera was being awoken by a familiar voice. She grunted, nudging their hand away. All she wanted to do was sleep. She spent her past few weeks worrying about Harry. And him not responding to her letters wasn't helping to ease her nerves.
"I'm trying to sleep. Go away," she mumbled tiredly.
"But, Sera! Have you forgotten what you planned to do?"
That got her to pop one eye open. She grinned slowly before immediately hopping out of bed. Fred chuckled at her sudden change in attitude. He smirked.
"Well. That got you up quite quickly. Didn't it."
"Oh, shut up. I'm just anxious to know if my brother is okay."
"Let's meet up with Ron and George. I assume that they're waiting for us."
Sera nodded. They met up with the other Weasleys, who were waiting for them in the kitchen. When they got there, Ron was scowling. He had his arms crossed over his chest.
"Took you long enough to wake up," he greeted.
Sera rolled her eyes, pushing her flaming-red hair away from her eyes.
Despite having flaming-red hair and blue eyes like the rest of the Weasley gang, she was actually not a Weasley. But in fact, she was a Potter. She's also a special girl who, according to a prophecy long ago, would do great things in the future. What those great things were, Sera didn't know. But she had a gut feeling that the 'great things' everyone whispered about was about Voldemort.
Voldemort was, perhaps, the darkest wizard alive. Everyone feared to speak his name, lest they be heard by the enemy. Well, everyone except for Sera. She was not afraid. Voldemort's followers did not scare her, if they even existed. It was only a name, after all.
They sprinted silently across the grassy fields of the Weasley property to Mr. Weasley's garage. The four of them immediately began to search for the flying car Mr. Weasley had enchanted a couple of years back.
"You do have the keys. Right, Georgie?" Fred asked anxiously.
"Yes, sir," George answered, holding up the ring of keys.
They got inside. George drove at once. When they got to the end of the lane that led straight to the Burrow, the younger Weasley twin allowed the car to start flying.
It felt like it took forever to get to her cousins' house. She was furious when she saw bars on his windows, preventing him from escaping his prison, which was his own room.
"A little closer," Ron egged on. "A little closer. I think we're good. You can stop." He opened the window and grinned broadly at Harry. "Hiya, Harry."
Harry, who had been backed against his closet door, approached them with a look of awe on his face.
"Ron! Fred! George! What are you all doing here?"
"Don't forget about me!" Sera pouted, sticking out her lower lip.
"Hello to you, too, Sera! Long time, no see!"
Sera grinned as Ron answered, "Rescuing you, of course! Now, c'mon! Pack your trunk!"
It took a good few minutes for Harry to be able to throw everything in his suitcase. Finally, he clicked the locks shut on his trunks. Ron used a lobster clasp to secure it against one of the bars.
"You better stand back," Ron advised. Harry nodded and did as he was told. "Drive!"
George floored the engine and began moving back. As the glass shattered noisily, Sera could hear a loud commotion coming from somewhere within the house. Then, someone screaming her brother's name.
"C'mon, Harry!" everyone was encouraging him.
Finally, just as Harry had finished passing his large trunk to Ron, the door banged open. A fat man with a ridiculous mustache in a nightrobe could be seen. Behind him was a skinny lady who had rollers in her hair.
"PETUNIA, HE'S ESCAPING!" the man, who Sera supposed was her uncle, bellowed frantically.
Luckily, Sera managed to grab onto her brother's arms, with the help of Ron. Unluckily for them, Sera's uncle grabbed onto Harry's ankle.
"Get off me!" Harry demanded.
"Oh, no. You and those bloody pigeons aren't going anywhere!" the man growled in return.
"Drive!" said Ron frantically.
They were lucky enough to zoom quickly away. The man let go of Harry, and he fell straight into the bushes below. Sera had passed Harry on to Ron. Before she closed the door, Sera made sure to look out the window before giving the man 'the finger'.
"Bye!" she called, waving. "Really happy to see you - not really!"
And with that, she slammed the door shut, relaxing in her chair once more. She hugged her brother tightly. He hung onto her, breathing a sigh of relief.
"By the way, guys," said Ron. "Happy birthday!"
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