Harry Potter x Reader

Second Year - A different way to travel

"Ow! (Y/N), ow - stop - stop it! Ow - OW!"
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Harry's POV

The end of the summer vacation came too quickly for my liking. I was looking forward to getting back to Hogwarts, but this month at the Burrow had been the happiest of my life.

On my last evening, Mrs. Weasley conjured up a sumptuous dinner that included all of my favorite things, ending with a mouthwatering treacle pudding. Fred and George rounded off the evening with a display of Filibuster fireworks; they fiIled the kitchen with red and blue stars that bounced from ceiling to wall for at least half an hour. Then it was time for a last mug of hot chocolate and bed.

The next morning, Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a bad mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginny's trunk to the car.

I couldn't see how nine people, seven large trunks, three owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. I'd reckoned, of course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added.

"Not a word to Molly," he whispered to me as he opened the trunk and showed me how it'd been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily.

When at last we were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where (Y/N), Ron, Fred, George, Percy and I were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said,

"Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, don't they?"

Mrs. Weasley and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. "I mean, you'd never know it was this roomy from the outside, would you?"

Mr. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard. I barely had time to wonder when I'd see The Burrow again when we were back as George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes later, we skidded to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick.

We had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that she'd left her diary. By the time she'd clambered back into the car, we were running very late.
　　
Mr. Weasley glanced at his watch and then at his wife.

"Molly, dear -"

"No, Arthur --"

"No one would see! This little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed that'd get us up in the air then we fly above the clouds. We'd be there in ten minutes and no one would be any the wiser.."