Forgotten

Book 2 Escape

I listened to Fred and George speaking gleefully to each other about their plans for the upcoming year. Athena was perched on my arm which had been growing tired from her weight. Spending my summer at the Burrow instead of at Hogwarts was comforting to say the least. For once I felt as if I were allowed to breathe instead of having to constantly work. Still, I felt that not being able to rely on magic was extremely restricting. How people could deal with this on a daily basis was beyond me.

A knock sounded on the door to draw all of our attention. Poncho hooted from his place on George's leg and took flight around the room. Ron poked his head into the room hesitantly. I wouldn't be surprised if he had been afraid that the twins would set his hair on fire or something of the like judging by the look on his face.

"Something wrong?" I asked sweetly.

"I was wondering . . . have any of you heard from Harry?" Ron asked, shutting the door behind him.

I stroked the back of Athena's hand with a forced neutral expression. She had never failed me when it came to delivering letters, yet I hadn't received any mail back from Harry all summer. Fred and George looked at each other and shrugged. No one seemed to have expected me to send him any letters.

"To be honest, we've not even wrote to him all summer." Fred admitted.

"He hasn't written to us either." said George.

"I've not heard any word from him either. He hasn't responded to my letters." I mumbled.

The others turned to look at me. I hadn't told any of them that I had wrote to Harry at all since we had left the school. There really shouldn't have been any surprise that I had taken it upon myself to write to Harry over the summer. I flicked my hair over my shoulder and went back to stroking the top of Athena's head as though I have done nothing to gain any attention.

"What'd you mean?" George moved to sit beside me.

Fred sat on the opposite side of me, "Didn't know that you bothered writing him."

The twins laid their heads on my lap and stared up at the ceiling. Poncho followed Fred without hesitation, landing on his knee. I kept my eyes on Ron as if the twins didn't exist. Harry deserved to hear more than just our wretched family for two months.

"Well who else was going to? You've heard your parents talking. His aunt and uncle can't be treating him in the most pleasant of ways. I would want some mail if that were me."

Petunia and Vernon were some of the last people that I would wish to stay with and there were several people who had despised every piece of me. McGonagall could put me through as much of her extensive training as she wanted to as long as I didn't have to go live with my aunt and uncle. A cupboard to live in, I shook my head, how could anyone treat someone else like that? Their own family at that. I didn't force a neutral expression this time. A deep frown settled deep on my face.

The twins grew a look of guilt on their faces, "Right."

"Do you think that we can help him?" Ron asked.

If anyone could help break Harry out of the Dursleys' house it would be the twins. I looked down at them expectantly, pleased to see a smile spread across both of their faces. Of course they could. The twins would be able to do anything as long as they had their mind set to it.

"Won't be a problem." George nodded.

"For a price." said Fred.

My face fell slightly as I stared at Fred and George. Fred lifted his hand to my face to push me away slightly. The weight of George's head kept me rooted to the bed however. With enough time I would be able to convince them to do it for free, but time wasn't something that we had to spare.