The Potters and the Chamber of Secrets (COMPLETED)

2. Escaping the Dursleys

*Hannah's P.O.V*

I scrambled to my feet and to the window to look. It was true, outside our bedroom window, was Ron. 

“Ron!” I breathed “Ron what are you doing here? Wait- hold on a sec’.” I shook Harry awake.

 “What?” he asked groggily, putting on his glasses.

“Ron!” I said excitedly “Come see!” I dragged him to the window.

“Ron, Fred, George- what are you all doing here?” he asked, his face lighting up.

“We’re rescuing you two of course!” Ron said “Now come on, get your stuff.”

“One slight problem,” I said, my grin fading “Or a couple. Our Hogwarts books and stuff are in the cupboard under the stairs which is locked and oh yeah- we have bars on our window.”

“The bars aren’t a problem-“ 

“If the Dursleys wake up, they’ll kill us,” Harry warned. Ron threw a rope to us.

“Tie it around the bars.” We tied the rope around the bars tightly and Fred revved up the car. I winced as I heard Uncle Vernon snort when the bars came off. Fred and George climbed in through the window and began to pick the lock with an ordinary hair pin.

 “Useful to know some Muggle tricks, you never know when you might need them,” Fred explained in an undertone. Moments later, the door was open.

“George!” I hissed. He turned back to me.

“Yeah?” he asked. I went slightly red, but because it was dark he couldn’t see.

“The bottom stair creaks, be careful!” I warned. He smiled and kissed me on the forehead, making me go even redder, if that was possible. I smiled, feeling dazed.

“Don’t worry.” They stole downstairs, and I sighed in relief; I didn’t hear the stair creak. A few minutes later, they returned with our suitcases and broomsticks and put them safely in the car. I climbed in last, when I heard a screech and gasped.

“Hedwig and Eglantine!” I rushed back out when I heard a cry from the next room. I put them in first, just as the bedroom door opened. I got in, but Uncle Vernon grabbed my ankle.

“LET GO OF ME!” I yelled, trying to get free. George pulled me sharply, sliding me out of Uncle Vernon’s grasp. I ended up in George’s lap. “Sorry.” I carefully sat down on the seat next to him, smiling at Uncle Vernon, who had fallen when George pulled me, lying in the bush in the garden.

“Anyway, what’s been going on?” Ron asked “You haven’t been answering our letters.” Harry and I launched into the explanation of the house elf coming and everything that happened during the visit. Ron frowned. “That’s seriously dodgy.”

 “Yeah,” George agreed “Can you think of anyone who might want to get back at you?”

“Draco Malfoy,” Ron, Harry and I said simultaneously.

“Lucius Malfoy’s son?” Fred frowned.

“Probably, why?”

“Well, when You-Know-Who disappeared,” he explained “Lucius Malfoy came back to us, one of the first, saying he didn’t mean it and all that rubbish. But Dad, like me, thinks he was right in You-Know-Who’s inner circle.”

“Yeah, but would the Malfoys have a house elf?” I asked

“Probably, whoever owns that one has to be an old wizarding family, you know? And one that’s rich too,” George said “Mum’s always wishing we had one. All we’ve got is a moody ghoul in the attic and gnomes in the garden.”