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I'm glad we came to get you, anyway," said Ron.

"I was getting anxious when you didn't answer any of my letters. I thought it was Errol's fault at first-"

"Who's Errol?"

"Our owl. He's ancient. It wouldn't be the first time he'd collapsed on a delivery. So then I tried to borrow Hermes -"

"Who?"

"The owl Mum and Dad bought Percy when he was made prefect," said Fred from the front.

"But Percy wouldn't lend him to me," said Ron. "Said he needed him."

"Percy's been acting very oddly this summer," said George, frowning.

"And he has been sending a lot of letters and spending a load of time shut up in his room... I mean, there's only so many times you can polish a prefect badge... You're driving too far west, Y/N," he added, pointing at a compass on the dashboard. I twiddled the steering wheel.

"So, does your dad know that you four got the car?" said Harry, guessing the answer.

"Uh. . . no. . . their fault, I just come along with them," I said.

"You were the one who wanted to go with us." Ron crossed his arms.

"Hush, Ronald." I rolled my eyes.

"Anyway, dad had to work tonight. Hopefully, we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it." Fred announced.

"I hope so." I groan.

"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic, anyway?" Asked Harry "He works in the most boring department," said Ron.

"The Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office."

"The what?"

"It's all to do with bewitching things that are Muggle-made, you know, in case they end up back in a Muggle shop or house. Like, last year, some old witch died, and her tea set was sold to an antique shop. This Muggle woman bought it, took it home, and tried to serve her friends' tea in it. It was a nightmare - Dad was working overtime for weeks."

After catching up and talking about stuff, we finally getting near home "That's the main road," said George, peering down through the windshield. "We'll be there in ten minutes... Just as well, it's getting light . . . ."

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"Now, we'll go upstairs really quietly," said Fred,

"and wait for Mum to call us for breakfast Then, Ron, you come bounding downstairs going, 'Mum, look who turned up in the night!' and she'll be all pleased to see Harry and no one need ever know we flew the car."

"Right," said Ron. "Come on, Harry, I sleep at the - at the top."

Ron had gone a nasty greenish colour; his eyes fixed on the house. The other three-wheeled around.

Mrs Weasley was marching across the yard, scattering chickens, and for a short, plump, kind-faced woman, it was remarkable how much she looked like a sabre-toothed tiger.

"Ah, "said Fred.

"Oh, dear," said George.

Mrs Weasley came to a halt in front of them, her hands on her hips, staring from one guilty face to the next. She was wearing a flowered apron with a wand sticking out of the pocket.

"So, "she said.

"Good Morning, Molly," I said, in what I clearly thought was a free, winning voice.

"Where have you been? Harry, how wonderful to see you, dear and good morning to you too Y/N. Beds empty! No note! Car gone! You could have died! You could have been seen! Of course, I don't blame you, Y/N, Harry dear."

"They were starving him, Mum. There were bars on his window!" Said Ron.

"Well, you'd best hope that I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on, Y/N, Harry, time for a spot of breakfast. Here we are Y/N, Harry. Now tuck in! That's it. There we go." Molly guides us to the kitchen.

"Also, don't think you'll get away from taking Y/N with you." She turned around and glared at the boys, I quietly chuckled.

Mrs Weasley was clattering around, cooking breakfast a little haphazardly, throwing dirty looks at her sons as she threw sausages into the frying pan.

Now and then she muttered things like "don't know what you were thinking of," and "never would have believed it."

"I don't blame you, dear," she assured Harry, tipping eight or nine sausages onto his plate.

"Arthur and I have been worried about you, too. Just last night we were saying we'd come and get you ourselves if you hadn't written back to Ron and Y/N by Friday. But really," she was now adding three fried eggs to his plate.

"flying an illegal car halfway across the country - anyone could have seen you -" She flicked her wand casually at the dishes in the sink, which began to clean themselves, clinking gently in the background.

"It was cloudy, Mum!" said Fred.

"You keep your mouth closed while you're eating!" Mrs Weasley snapped.

"They were starving him, Mum!" said George. "And you!" said Mrs Weasley, but it was with a slightly softened expression that she started cutting Harry and my bread and buttering it for us.

"It was also my fault; I went with them. I was also worried about Harry, ever since I sent him letters and never got replied back. There was a gut feeling in me telling me that's there's something wrong." I mumbled as I stabbed my sausage and set it in my mouth.

"Y/N, dear. I'm also worried and mad because you went out with them, you don't know how dangerous it was. You four going out to rescue Harry with a flying car, who knows what might happen." Mrs Weasley said as she placed the bread in our plate.

I sighed "I'm sorry, I could always do magic to make it invisible." I murmured.

She strokes my hair "Dear, magic is not allowed."

At that moment, there was a diversion in the form of a small, redheaded figure in a long nightdress, who appeared in the kitchen "Mum- Mummy, have you seen my jumper?"

"Yes, dear. It was on the chair."

"Hello." Harry greeted her, gave a little squeal, and ran out again. I chuckled at her reaction.

"What did I do?" Harry turned to us.

"Ginny," said Ron in an undertone to Harry. "My sister. She's been talking about you all summer."

"Yup, she said she doesn't know what she will do if you talk to her." I giggles.

"Well, she talks about you, Harry and Y/N when we came back from school. She wants to meet Y/N so badly, good thing we invited her." George laughed.

"Yeah, she'll be wanting your autograph, Harry," Fred said with a grin, but I caught his mother's eye and bent his face over his plate without another word.

Nothing more was said until all four dishes were clean, which took a surprisingly short time.

"Blimey, I'm tired," yawned Fred, setting down his knife and fork at last. "I think I'll go to bed and -"

"You will not," snapped Mrs Weasley. "It's your fault you've been up all night. You're going to de-gnome the garden for me; they're getting completely out of hand again -"

"Oh, Mum -"

"And you two," she said, glaring at Ron and Fred.

"You can go up to bed, dears," she added to Harry and I. "You didn't ask them to fly that wretched car -"

Totally didn't, I mean I didn't suggest it. I was thinking of teleporting us there since one time when I was in bed, and I needed to go to the bathroom, but then I teleported there.

I'm wide awake now; also, Harry, who felt wide awake, said quickly, "we'll help the boys. I've never seen a de-gnoming-"

"That's very sweet of you, dear, but it's dull work," said Mrs Weasley. "Now, let's see what Lockhart's got to say on the subject-"

Lockhart, all his books sound so bad. I heard from the others that he's a fraud.

And she pulled a heavy book from the stack on the mantelpiece. George groaned. "Mum, we know how to de-gnome a garden-"

I looked at the cover of Mrs Weasley's book. Written across it in fancy gold letters were the words Gilderoy Lockhart's Guide to Household Pests.

There was a big photograph on the front of a perfect- IOI)king wizard with wavy blond hair and bright blue eyes. As always in the wizarding world, the picture was moving; the wizard, I supposed that is Gilderoy Lockhart, kept winking cheekily up at them all. Mrs Weasley beamed down at him.

"Oh, he is marvellous," she said. "He knows his household pests, all right, it's a wonderful book . . . ."

"Mum fancies him," said Fred, in a very audible whisper.

"Don't be so ridiculous, Fred," said Mrs Weasley, her cheeks slightly pink.

"What's so good about him? He doesn't sound so special to me; also, all those works are from the other wizards and witches." I showed a disgust expression while pointing at his portrait.

"Y/N! Don't say that to him! He's a smart and nice man. You should marry someone like him." Mrs Weasley said as she shut the book.

"I rather marry these boys than him." I pointed at the twins, Ron and Harry then to the book.

"All right, if you think you know better than Lockhart, you can go and get on with it, and woe betides you if there's a single gnome in that garden when I come out to inspect it." She told the Weasley boys.

Yawning and grumbling, the Weasleys slouched outside with Harry and I behind them.

"You know, I am slowly regretting my discussion. I'm tired." I yawn one more time.

"Well too bad, Y/N, you're stuck with us." Harry chuckled, I rolled my eyes and slightly laughed.

"But hey, I do not regret taking you away from your horrible aunt and uncle house." I gave him a small smile.

"Yeah. I am happy that you three came for me or else I'll be stuck there and won't be able to go to Hogwarts." We finally arrived at the garden.

"Muggles have garden gnomes, too, you know," Harry told us as we crossed the lawn.

"Yeah, I've seen those things they think are gnomes," said Ron, bent double with his head in a peony bush, "like fat little father Christmas with fishing rods . . . ."

I snorted but instantly covered my mouth from preventing myself from laughing out loud.

"What's so funny?" Ron asked.

"Those "fat little father Christmas with fishing rods" are fake, Ron. They are not real." I chuckled.

"I know that!"

But then there was a violent scuffling noise, the peony bush shuddered, and Ron straightened up. "This is a gnome," he said grimly.

"Gerroff me! Gerroff me!" squealed the gnome and it was certainly nothing like father Christmas.

It was tiny and leathery-looking, with a large, knobby, hairless head exactly like a potato. Ron clenched it at arm's length as it bounced at him with its horny little feet; he squeezed it around the ankles and turned it upside down.

"This is what you have to do," he explained, he raised the gnome above his head ("Gerroff me!") and started to shake it in great circles like a lasso.

"Ron, I think you're hurting the gnome," I said.

"It doesn't hurt them - you've just got to make them really dizzy so they can't find their way back to the gnome holes," Ron explained.

"We can always ask them nicely." I crossed my arms.

"I don't think it's going to work, Y/N." Fred groan.

Ron let go of the gnome's ankles: It flew twenty feet into the air and docked with a thud in the field over the hedge.

"Pitiful," said Fred. "I bet I can get mine beyond that stump."

Harry learned quickly not to feel too sorry for the gnomes. He decided just to drop the first one he caught over the hedge, but the gnome, sensing weakness, sank its razor-sharp teeth into Harry's finger and he had a hard job shaking it off - until

"Wow, Harry - that must've been fifty feet ......" The air was soon thick with flying gnomes.

"Just ask them nicely to go! Don't hurt them!" I yelled as I watch them toss those gnomes around.

"No, this is more fun," George smirked.

"Also, see, they're not too bright," said George, seizing five or six gnomes at once.

Soon, the flock of gnomes in the field began waddling away in a straggling line, their little shoulders hunched.

"They'll be back," said Ron as we watched the gnomes vanish into the hedge on the other side of the field. "They love it here... Dad's too soft with them; he thinks they're funny . . . ." he rolled his eyes.

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