(2) The New Ones// The Curse Of Slytherin

3/ The Rescue

"Get up Elaine!" I hear someone hiss. It is Fred (or George) Weasley shaking me awake.

"UGHHH," I hear someone exhale loudly, rolling over next to me. Good old Erin. "Get em Puddlemere!" I hear her say and the bed shifts a bit. She must be dreaming. I get up, still in my pajamas, a blue dressing gown. Whatever, I don't care how I look, I mean it is just Harry.

A little bit of moonlight filters in through the window. I've learned to love the Burrow.

I try my best to stealthily sneak down the burrow stairs. The whole crew is downstairs, Fred and George and Ron are all waiting. I grab a bit of toast from the cupboard and George (or Fred) hisses at me to get a move on. We all pile into Mr. Weasleys' old Flord something (I am rubbish with most muggle things) and drive out of the yard.

The sun is not yet up over Ottery St. Catchpole and everything is pitch black. We had to fly from Devon to Surrey and back and I still wasn't all the way awake. I felt my head drop onto Ron's shoulder as the car flew away from the burrow.

*time skip*

"Oi!" I hear a hiss.

"Sleeping beauty!" A nearly identical voice says.

"Merlins' beard Ron, just shove her!" The twins' arguing voices break through my sleep.

"Uhhhhh." I moan, forcing my head up. We are flying over some sort of subdivision in complete darkness.

"Elaine, what is Harry's address?" George asked, looking back at me. "This dunderhead forgot." He said, hooking his thumb at Ron.

"Number four," I yawned. "Privet drive." Another yawn. Pretty soon Fred touched the car down. We drove around for a couple minutes until we found Privet Drive. It looked like the dullest street on the planet. The turquoise car used the driveway of number four as a runway and Fred had to yank the steering wheel sharply to the right to avoid hitting the house in back of the Dursleys'.

Finally we managed to hover outside Harry's window.

"Wake him up will you?" George asked. I rolled down my window and Ron stuck his head over my shoulder to look out the window. There were bars over Harry's window which alarmed me quite a lot to be honest, but I stuck out my hands and rattled them. Ron helped. I could see a silhouette of Harry sleeping in his bed.

"Stop it," Harry moaned and I rattled the bars harder. "Leave me alone... cut it out... I'm trying to sleep..." He suddenly bolted upright and in the darkness his green eyes found my blue ones and his mouth fell open in shock. I laughed hard.

"Elaine! Ron!" I heard Harry breathe, and watched him creep to the window and pushing it up so we could talk through the bars that had been fastened to his window. Why would he have bars? "Ron, how did you —? What the —?" Harry's mouth fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. I pictured it inside his head. Ron was leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair. I almost laughed out loud. We must be an odd sight.

"All right, Harry?" asked George.

"What's been going on?" I butted in.

"Why haven't you been answering my letters?" Ron interrupted and I shot him an annoyed look causing Harry to laugh. "I've asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you'd got an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles —"