Chapter 12

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“We are going to do what exactly?” I questioned Raven, Fred, and George. They have told me that they are going to go get Harry Potter tonight just because Harry hasn’t responded to any of Ron’s letters. Raven looked at me like I was stupid.

“Well, we are going over to the Dursleys’ in the car and bring back Harry,” Fred replied.

“Okay, well first of all it is not just any stupid car, it is a Ford Angelina, second you are all a bunch of bloody idiots,” I replied shaking my head.

“But you promised,” Ron whined.

“I know. I never said I wasn’t going. I just called you all a bunch of bloody idiots.”

“Well now that we have you along with us, we won’t get caught,” George stated while he put his arm around my shoulder. I shrugged it off. 

“No. I’m not getting caught, you will but not me.” I said as I headed up stairs to the room Raven and I shared.

“True,” he mused as I left him. I smiled.

When Raven and I got into the Ford, Fred, George and Ron were waiting inside.

“Took you long enough,” Ron mumbled. I stared at him as I sat down between Fred and George.

“It takes some time to look this good,” I said as I motioned to the outfit I was currently sporting. Black jeans, boots, and hoodie. I looked to Fred, who was driving. “Get on it and vroom.”

He rolled his eyes at my antics.

Thirty minutes later in the flying Ford, Raven was already complaining.

“I’m bored.”

“Should have brought a book,” Fred replied.

“But I didn’t.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Will you just shut up?”

“No.”

“And why not?”

“Because I’m bored.”

At that point George and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. I swear they fight like an old married couple. I chuckled at that thought. George looked at me strangely and just shrugged. I soon put my head on his shoulder and fell asleep.

Soon enough I heard a few muffled noises and lifted my head off of George’s shoulder. George looked down at me.

“Did we wake you?” he questioned as Fred opened the door to what I assumed was Harry’s house.

“No,” I replied with a yawn.

Harry was looking out the window and jumped as Ron moved his face in front of his. Good ginger, scare your best friend.  Harry pushed open the window.

“Ron-but how?” Harry was astonished. We all grinned at him.

“Hello, Harry,” Raven and I said in unison, waving.

“Alright there, Harry?” George questioned.

“What’s going on? Why haven’t you been answering my letters? I’ve asked you to stay about twelve times, and then Dad came home and said you’ve got an official warning for using magic in front of muggles-“Ron said, being cut off by Raven hitting him on his head. 

“Whoa there twenty questions, let him answer them first before you rattle his brain off,” she said.

“It wasn’t me-and how does he know?”

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