The Heart Is Not Black or White

Chapter 34

"Ron!" I whispered. "Stop watching Harry sleep, that's creepy!"

Ron, Fred, George and I were packed into Mr. Weasley's flying car. He had an obsession with muggle culture, so after he couldn't learn how to drive one, he enchanted a car so that it would fly. We had the car parked right outside Harry's window so that Ron could peak into it through his binoculars from the back seat. George and I couldn't agree on who would sit in the passenger seat, so we were stuffed in there with Fred behind the wheel.

"I think he's waking up!" Ron whispered fiercely.

The twins and I turned around in our seats to face to window. A few moments later, we saw the window slide up and Harry said groggily, "Ron, how did you - What the - ?"

Harry looked at the four of us in the car. He looked in shock at Ron and the twins, then looked at me.

"Hey," I greeted him awkwardly. We didn't know each other well at all. I knew a lot about him because, obviously, he was The Boy Who Lived. I don't think he knew much about me though, but me being a Slytherin, I bet he was already wary of me. He probably assumed that my parents were Deatheaters or something.

Harry smiled at me graciously, but still looked confused. Why would the Weaselys be friends with a Slytherin girl? One that almost kicked my Gryffindor arse on the Quidditch pitch?

I looked at Harry right in the eyes. His eyes were a nice green. Not as bright as mine, but I was jealous of the friendliness in them, whereas my eyes made me look slightly intimidating. Suddenly Harry put his hand up the the infamous scar on his forehead and let out a grunt of pain.

"All right, Harry?" George asked him.

"What's been going on? Why haven't you been answering my letters," asked Ron.

"We'll let them reconnect their little bromance," Fred whispered in my ear while Ron and Harry talked. "Now get me that rope from underneath the seat."

I felt around underneath the seat and caught hold of the rope. I handed it to Fred. He climbed over the seat into the back of the car, kicking me and George in the face by doing so.

Fred threw one end of the rope to Harry. "Tie that around the bars," he told him.

Harry did as Fred asked him to do. "If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," Harry mumbled. Ron had explained to me earlier that the Dursleys were the muggle family Harry lived with.

"Don't worry and stand back," Fred warned him. He climbed back to the front of the car. Revving up the engine, he made sure everyone was holding on tightly. Then he pushed down the gas pedal and drove the car forward. There was a large crunch and the bars were detached from Harry's window. With great difficulty and heavy breathing, Ron pulled the rope and metal bars into the trunk of the car. Fred put the car in reverse so the trunk was closer to Harry's window.

"Get in," said Ron.

"But all my Hogwarts stuff- my wand- my broomstick-"

"Where is it?" George asked.

"Locked in the the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room-"

"No problem," said George.

"Out of our way, Harry," said Fred.

Hah! A simple lock pick was nothing for me. I climbed into the back of the car. Fred followed as I climbed through the window and over to Harry's bedroom door. I took a hairpin out of my bun and began to pick the lock.

"A lot of wizards think it's a waste of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick, but we feel they're skills worth learning, even if they are a bit slow," Fred explained.