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(Y/N)'S P.O.V.
After multiple hours of flying, we finally reach Harry's house. We hover outside Harry's bedroom window, and thankfully, he is already standing up and looking at us.
A small smile creeps onto his face as he walks to the window and pushes it up so we can talk through the bars.
"Ron! (Y/N)!" he breathes out happily.
"Hey, Harry," Ron says.
"Hi!" I greet excitedly.
"How did you — What the —" Harry stutters. I can't help but let out a small laugh.
"All right, Harry?" George asks.
"What's been going on?" Ron asks. "Why haven't been answering any of our letters?"
"Yeah, Ron's asked you to come over about twelve times," I continue. "Then my dad comes home and says you've received an official warning for using magic in front of Muggles —"
"It wasn't me — and how did he know?"
"He works for the Ministry of Magic, remember?"
Ron continues, "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school —"
"You should talk," Harry says, staring at the floating car. I let out a chuckle as Ron shakes his head.
"Oh, this doesn't count," Ron explains. "We're only borrowing this. It's Dad's, we didn't enchant it. But doing magic in front of Muggles you live with —"
"I told you, I didn't — but it'll take too long to explain now — look, can you tell them at Hogwarts that the Dursleys have locked me up and won't let me come back, and obviously I can't magic myself out, the Ministry'll think the second spell I've done in there days, so —"
"Oi! Quit blabbering," I tease. "Why do you think we're here? We're rescuing you!"
"Exactly, we've come to take you with us," Ron adds.
"But you can't magic me out either —"
"We don't need to," Ron says. He jerks his head towards the front seats. "You forget who we've got with us."
