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"How come you can navigate this? Furthermore, how did you even learn how to steer a car?" The three Weasley looked at you, confused.

You rolled your eyes as you kept your face straight "Muggle world. I rode a car previously since we, Hermione's parents and her, went sightseeing in London. And I asked her father how cars work." you said.

"Oooh."

"Are we there yet?"

"How many times do I have to say it one more time, Fred? If you don't shut it, I'll push you out of this flying car." You glared at him through the mirror.

His eyes widen "Sorry." You sighed and mumbled sorry to him as well.

You were scared that muggles might see you all, find out about the magic world. And you wouldn't want to risk the others on it as well.

"We're almost there." You said.

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"Stop it," Harry muttered as the rattling thumped in his sore head. "Quit it, leave me alone ... cut it out ... I'm trying to sleep . . . ."

He opened his eyes. Moonlight was gleaming through the fences on the window. And someone was goggling through the bars at him: a glowing (Y/E/C), long hair with colour of (Y/HC), a gorgeous girl and a freckle-faced, red-haired, long-nosed someone.

Y/N Dumbledore and Ron Weasley, along with his brothers, were outside Harry's window.

"Hello, Harry." You grinned.

"Y/N! Ron! Fred. George. I-" breathed Harry, creeping to the window and pushing it up so they could talk through the bars. "Y/N, Ron, how did you - What the -?"

Harry's jaws fell open as the full impact of what he was seeing hit him. Ron and Fred were leaning out of the back window of an old turquoise car, which was parked in midair Grinning at Harry from the front seats were you and George, Ron's elder twin brothers.

"All right, Harry?" asked George.

"What's been going on?" said Ron.

"Why haven't you been responding to my letters? 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 -"

"It wasn't me - and how did he know?"

"He works for the Ministry," said Ron. "You know we're not supposed to do spells outside school -"

"You should talk," said Harry, staring at the floating car.

"Oh, this doesn't count, also why didn't you tell me your father came home?" You turn towards the three redheads.

"You were asleep when he came home last night, and he went to work early in the morning," Fred whispered to you.

"Also, we're only borrowing this. It's Dad's, and we didn't bewitch it. But doing charm in front of those Muggles you live with." Said Ron.

"I told you, I didn't - but it'll take too long to explain now, look, can you notify 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, because the Ministry'Il think that's the second spell I've done in three days, so -"

"It's alright; I'll tell my family about it but stop gibbering," said you. "We've come to take you home with us."

"But you can't magic me out either -" Harry said, but Ron cut him off.

"-We don't need to," said Ron, jerking his head toward the middle seat and grinning. "You forget who I've got with me."

"Tie that around the bars," said Fred, throwing the end of a rope to Harry.

"I don't know why, but I somehow don't feel good about this." You sighed.

George raised his left eyebrow, "is it because we're doing something bad and because you're a good girl?" He smirks.

"Whatever." You rolled your eyes.

"If the Dursleys wake up, I'm dead," said Harry as he tied the rope tightly around a bar and Fred told you to revved the car up.

"Don't worry," you said, "and stand back." Harry strode back into the shadows next to Hedwig, who seemed to have realised how important this was and kept still and silent.

'I honestly don't feel good doing this, but I know it's for the best.' You thought.

The car hastened louder and louder, and unexpectedly, with a crunching racket, the bars were pulled clean out of the window as you drove vertical in the air.

Harry jogged back to the window to notice the bars slumping a few feet above the ground. Gasping, Ron hoisted them up into the car. Harry listened anxiously, but there was no sound from the Dursleys' bedroom.

When the bars were safely in the back seat with Ron and Fred, you reversed as close as possible to Harry's window.

"Get in," You said.

"But all my Hogwarts stuff - my wand - my broomstick -"

"Where is it?" Ron asked.

"Locked in the cupboard under the stairs, and I can't get out of this room -"

"No problem," said George from the front passenger seat. "Out of the way, Harry."

"Fred, you go with George." Fred nodded, Fred and George climbed catlike through the window into Harry's room.

'You had to hand it to them' thought Harry, as George took an ordinary hairpin from his pocket and started to pick the lock.

"A lot of wizards think it's the wreckage of time, knowing this sort of Muggle trick," said Fred.

"But we feel they're skilled value learning, even if they are a bit slow."

There was a small click, and the door swung open.

"I really hope we won't wake them up." You said as you bit your thumbnail.

"You sure are nervous about this," Ron said as he placed his hand to your right shoulder.

You bit your lip and nodded slowly "of course I am, I don't want us to get in trouble and be seen by the muggles. It's dangerous."

"So - we'll get your trunk - you grab anything you need from your room and hand it out to Ron," whispered George.

"Watch out for the bottom stair - it creaks," Harry whispered, "Good luck and be careful." You whispered to them as the twins disappeared onto the dark landing.

"Harry grab some of your things. I'm your room now." Harry nodded and dashed around his room, collecting his things and passing them out of the window to you and Ron. Then he went to help Fred and George heave his trunk up the stairs. Harry heard Uncle Vernon cough.

Your eyes widen 'Oh, no.' You heard the muggle cough as you have a good sense of hearing.

"What?" Ron asked, worried as he saw your expression.

"N... Nothing, I hope they'll be quick..."

At last, panting, they reached the landing, then carried the trunk through Harry's room to the open window. Fred climbed back into the car to pull with you, and Harry and George pushed from the bedroom side. Inch by inch, the trunk slid through the window.

Uncle Vernon coughed again, 'Bloody hell!!'

"Be quick." You whispered-yelled at the boys.

"A bit more," panted Fred, who was pulling from inside the car. "One good push -"

Harry and George threw their shoulders against the trunk, and it slid out of the window into the back seat of the car.

"Okay, let's go," George whispered. But as Harry climbed onto the windowsill, there came a sudden loud screech from behind him, followed immediately by the thunder of Uncle Vernon's voice.

"THAT RUDDY OWL!"

"HARRY, HEDWIG!"

Harry tore back across the room as the landing light clicked on - he snatched up Hedwig's cage, dashed to the window, and passed it out to Ron. He was scrambling back onto the chest of drawers when Uncle Vernon hammered on the unlocked door, and it crashed open.

For a split second, Uncle Vernon stood framed in the doorway; then he let out a bellow like an angry bull and dived at Harry, grabbing him by the ankle.

Ron, Fred, George and you seized Harry's arms and pulled as hard as they could.

"Petunia!" roared Uncle Vernon. "He's getting away! HE'S GETTING AWAY!"

"LET GO OFF HIM!" You scream, your eyes glitched to red as the man zoomed away and hit the wall and Harry's leg slid out of Uncle Vernon's grasp - Harry was in the car after that you slammed the door shut.

The boy's eyes widened after seeing what happened; they couldn't believe it. But Ron was the one who broke the silence.

"Put your foot down, Y/N!" yelled Ron, and the car shot suddenly toward the moon. Harry couldn't believe it - he was free.

He rolled down the window, the night air whipping his hair, and looked back at the shrinking rooftops of Privet Drive. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley were all hanging, dumbstruck, out of Harry's window.

"See you next summer!" Harry yelled.

You and the Weasleys roared with laughter and Harry settled back in his seat, grinning from ear to ear.

"Let Hedwig out," you told the boys at the back. "She can fly behind us. She probably hasn't had a chance to stretch her wings for ages." You added.

George handed the hairpin to Ron and, a moment later, Hedwig soared joyfully out of the window to glide alongside them like a ghost.

"So - what's the story, Harry?" said Ron impatiently. "What's been happening?"

Harry told them all about Dobby, the warning he'd given Harry and you also the fiasco of the violet pudding. There was a long, shocked silence when he had finished.

"Very fishy," said Fred finally.

"Definitely, dodgy" agreed George.

"So he wouldn't even tell you who's supposed to be plotting all this stuff?"

"I don't think he could," said Harry.

"I told you, every time he got close to letting something slip, he started banging his head against the wall."

He saw Fred and George look at each other. "What, you think he was lying to me?" said Harry.

"Well," said Fred,

"put it this way - house-elves have got powerful magic of their own, but they can't usually use it without their master's permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you and Y/N coming back to Hogwarts. Someone's idea of a joke. Can you think of anyone at school with a grudge against you?"

"Yes," said Harry and Ron together, instantly.

"Draco Malfoy," Harry explained. "He hates me."

"Draco Malfoy?" said George, turning around. "Not Lucius Malfoy's son?"

"Must be, it's not a very common name, is it?" said Harry.

You rolled your eyes "stop being so mean, it's probably not him. Also, why would Dobby want to stop me from coming back to Hogwarts? I mean, it's my home. I grew up there." You said as you keep your eyes in front of you.

"Come to think of it, that is true. Why would Dobby stop Y/N from coming to Hogwarts? It's so fishy." Fred placed his hand to his chin.

"Someone wants her not to go back, and that's already bad."

"Who do you think it is?" You asked them.

"Pansy? I mean she hates you for having the attention and also Malfoy's attention." Ron shrugs.

You nodded "sounds right, but anyone more?"

"The girls who left heartbroken because of their boyfriends or let's say exes left them for you?" George said, but it sounds more like he's asking.

"That's some sick joke you have there mate." You laughed.

"I'm serious here."

"But still though, why?"

"We'll see."

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"I'm uncertain that it might happen while you're in your academy." The butler spoke as he stared at the person who was sitting to their chair as they rest their elbow to their study table.

"I guess so; it didn't happen these past few days. I am worried what her reaction will be like." The person sighed as they pinch the bridge of their nose.

"I am certain that she will be in trauma to see you on that kind of state also it will be risky for you. You must have to go out every night and drink your medicine." The butler stared at the person worriedly about their health.

"I'm sure you already notified the professors already because I do not want to lose points for my house." The person adjusts their position.

"Yes, of course." The man bowed.

"Have... Have they perhaps sent a letter...?" The person stared down to the paper on the table.

"No, they haven't. My apologies." The butler bowed once again.

The person stood up and walked towards at the large window and stared outside "Coming of age, huh." The person scoffs as they placed their hands on their pocket.

"There are chances that it might happen to your birthday, but we are still not sure about it. As long as you drink your medicine." The butler said.

"You know, I still don't know how I got into this situation." The person snickered a bit as the person watch the animals at the garden play.

"Oh yeah, Theobald, what do you know about shapeshifters or should I say werewolves." As the person mention this, their eyes narrowed.

Theobald FitzWalter, the butler, was stunned hearing this topic. "Is there a reason why you would want to know about this?" He asked.

"Just tell me." The person frown.

"Well... Vampires and werewolves or should I say shapeshifters are enemies since a century." Theobald FitzWalter spoke as he straightens his back.

"Tch, there's a pest in the castle." The person's eyes glowed.

'Where is Elodie Authement? We need medicine now.' The butler thought as he tries to communicate with the maid.

Just right in time, the maid came in with a serving tray with a cup of medicine on her hand.

"Your Highness, your medicine is here." Elodie Authement spoke as she placed the tray at the table.

"Just in time."