Y/Ns POV

Summer has been pretty interesting to say the least. When me and my Uncle got home from Kings Cross, I was immediately given a lecture on how he specifically asked me to stay out of trouble after he heard about our Philosophers Stone expedition. So as a result of that, I was grounded for a few weeks.

He was also not happy about how I found out about my mother's death. He basically explained how he was trying to protect me, but I have a feeling there was more to it then that. I was beyond mad at him for lying to me all those years, which caused a rift between us for several weeks.

It wasn't all that bad however. He was very happy to know that I made friends with Harry and Ron. When it came to Hermione, he started consistently teasing me about having a girlfriend which made me blush every single time. It's getting very annoying to say the least because I don't feel that way about her.

Do I?

He was also very ecstatic to know that I wanted to try out for the Quidditch team this year as a Chaser. He was a Keeper for the Hufflepuff team when he was in school, so he was very excited I wanted to play Quidditch. So with that knowledge, we both went to Diagon Alley and purchased a Nimbus 2000 so i can try out for the team this year.

I've been writing quite a lot to my friends. Hermione I've written back and forth to everyday about the things we were doing this summer. She even invited me to spend a week at her house over the summer but thanks to my overprotective Uncle, I wasn't allowed to go.

I've been writing letters to Harry but for some reason, he hasn't been getting back to me, Hermione, or Ron. It was quite suspicious to say the least.

Ron still writes me, but not as often as me and Hermione. Speaking of Ron, he recently invited me to spend the rest of the summer at his home. My Uncle was a bit hesitant at first, but he decided to let me go.

"I've already spoken with Molly." He said on the day I was bound to leave. "She's expecting your arrival and has reassured me that you'll make it to school safe and sound."

The Weasleys house was quite the site to say the least, but it was very nice and rustic.

For the last few days, Mrs Weasley has been taking care of me. I've been having fun with the twins in regards to their pranks, talking with Ron about the upcoming year as well as Quidditch, getting to know Ginny, who was the youngest Weasley, as well as the only daughter, and talking to Mr. Weasley about muggle items.

Me and Ron were pretty concerned about Harry still not sending letters back.

"He hasn't returned any of my letters about staying over. I think Harry's situation is a bit strange." He said.

"I bet you it's those damn muggles he's living with." I replied.

Ron nodded his head in agreement. "I think we should go get him."

"And how do you suppose we do that?" I asked.

"Well my dad has a flying car, so why don't we borrow it with Fred and George. We can pick him up tonight!"

I was still very hesitant on the idea that we might be caught with a flying car in London, but I decided to go with it anyway.

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Later that night, when we were absolutely sure that Molly, Arthur, and Ginny went to bed, we snuck out of the house with the keys to Mr. Weasleys car.

I was sure Mrs. Weasley would probably go insane if we were not in the house, so I left a note for good measure so she would not worry. I'm hoping we don't risk the secrecy of the Wizarding World by flying a car to go save our friend.

We all got in the car and made our way to Surrey.

Harry's POV

I had to be stuck in my room after what that little hooligan Dobby did to Uncle Vernons guests. They also kept my belongings as well as Hedwig in my old room that was under the cupboard. Uncle Vernon put bars on my window so now I really feel like a prisoner.

On top of that, Dobby also managed to stop all mail that was coming to me from Y/N, Ron, and Hermione.

I was laying in bed, thinking about what I should do with the rest of my summer. Maybe even the rest of my life until I heard an engine roar coming from outside of my room.

I got up from me bed and ran over to my barred up window to see the presence of a flying car, yes flying, in front of me with the familiar faces of my friends.

"Hiya Harry!" Ron called out.

"Get in loser, we're going shopping." Y/N said.

"Ron?" I called out. "Fred? George? Y/N? What are you doing here."

"It's like I said on the train Harry." Y/N said. "I told you I'd come break you out, now go get your things we're on a tight schedule."

I went towards my wardrobe and pulled out everything that I owned as well as anything else I needed and stuffed them into my trunk. As I did that, Fred and George pulled out some chains, tossed them onto the window, and broke the bars off of the wall.

"Cmon, Harry!" Fred yelled at me.

"Wait!" I shouted. "I've forgotten Hedwig!"

"Where is she?" Ron asked as he poked out the window.

"The cupboard under the stars. It has the rest of my stuff too!"

"I'll get her." Y/N said. "Out of the way Harry."

He climbed into the window and made his way down the stairs. "Get in the car, I'll get the rest of your things." He said.

A few moments later, he came back carrying my Nimbus 2000 and some of my other things including Hedwig.

"May want to let Hedwig stretch her legs mate." He said. "Looks like she hasn't been out in ages."

As he was about to get into the car. I heard Uncle Vernons voice shout out.

"Now what the hell's he doing? POTTER!"

Y/Ns POV

As I was holding Hedwig very carefully, a very obese man had came into the room.

"Mr. Dursley." I said. "It's a pleasure to meet you. Now would you kindly shove off, we are trying to leave."

But instead, the fat oaf decided to grab ahold of my leg before I got into the car.

"Oh no Potter!" He yelled. "You and that bloody pigeon aren't going anywhere!"

"GET OFF OF ME YOU FAT F*CK!" I shouted while kicking him several times with my other leg.

I managed to use my other leg to kick him square in the nose and climb back into the car. As we drove off, Mr. Dursley lost his balance and fell out of the broken window onto the ground.

That's what you get, fatarse.

"See you next summer!" Harry yelled out.

We all roared with laughter as we settled into the car and continued to drive into the night.

"By the way Harry." Ron said. "Happy birthday."

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While we were driving, I turned the radio in the car to BBC Radio 2 so we could all listen to quite possibly, one of the best songs ever recorded.

Buddy, you're a boy, make a big noise
Playing in the street, gonna be a big man someday
You got mud on your face, you big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place, singin'
We will, we will rock you
We will, we will rock you
Buddy, you're a young man, hard man
Shouting in the street, gonna take on the world someday
You got blood on your face, you big disgrace
Waving your banner all over the place
We will, we will rock you, sing it!
We will, we will rock you, yeah

We all picked up on the lyrics as well as the chorus and began singing along.

At the break of day, we managed to arrive back at the burrow. The twins dropped the car off in their garage and walked inside with us.

"Come on. Okay, come on." Fred said to us. "Shh! Shh! Ok, come on."

"Do you think it would be alright if we had some of this?" Ron said holding up a sweet.

"Yeah, Mum would never know." George replied.
"Anyways, Harry, welcome!" Ron greeted. "It's not much but it's home."

It was true, the Weasleys house was strange, but it was a nice kind of strange. The house also had a nice family atmosphere to it.

"I think it's brilliant." Harry said with a big smile on his face.

All of a sudden, we were all greeted with the presence of one agitated Molly Weasley.

Oh boy.

"Where-have-you-been!" She yelled before doin a complete 180 on us.

"Oh Harry how wonderful to see you dear." She said sweetly.

"Beds empty! No note! Car gone!" She said raging at her children. "You could have died! "you could have been seen!" "Of course I don't blame you Y/N dear, at least you had the common sense to leave a note."

"I didn't want you to worry." I replied.

These constant 180s shes pulling is really scaring me.

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

"Well you best hope I don't put bars on your window, Ronald Weasley! Come on, time for a spot of breakfast."

We all sat around the table to start our breakfast when all of a sudden, Ginny came down from the stairs in a long nightdress, she appeared in the kitchen, gave a small squeal and ran off.

A/N: Ginny is low key one of my favorite character in HP.

"Ginny." Ron said "she's been talking about you all summer. A bit annoying really."

"Somebody's got a crush." I said. While continuing to eat.

"What like your crush on Hermione?" Harry replied with a smirk on his face as my face blushed a heavy red.

"I d-don't k-know what your talking about." I said stuttering as Harry and Ron had smug looks on their faces.

Thankfully, Mr. Weasley came in through the door and Mrs. Weasley scolded him for making improvements to the car under her watch. He then proceeded to ask me and Harry about the function of a rubber duck and a parking meter.

Suddenly, Ron's owl Errol, came flying into the house and fell onto the table with a letter under his wing.

"Errol!" Ron said while taking the limo owl and extracting the letter under his wing. "Finally he's got Hermione answer. I wrote to her saying we're going to try and rescue you from the Dursley's."

He ripped open the letter and read it aloud.

"Dear Y/N, Ron, and Harry if you're there,

I hope everything went alright and that Harry is okay and you didn't do anything illegal to get him out, Y/N because I know how reckless you are.

"Let's not mention how I kicked the crap out of Harry's Uncle shall we?" I said.

-Because that would get Harry in trouble, too. I've been really worried and if Harry is alright, will you please let me know at once.

Love from Hermione.

Errol also dropped off our Hogwarts letters.

"Dumbledore must know you are here. Doesn't Miss a trick that man!" Mr. Weasley said.

I read through the letter to see what I needed this upcoming year until I came to the schoolbooks:

The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk

Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart

Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart

Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart

Wandering with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart

Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart

"Oh God not this git." I said. "I really hope he isn't our teacher."

I had read a couple of Gilderoy Lockhart's books and me and my Uncle both think that he is a complete fraud. He's also extremely pompous. I really hope he isn't our teacher. That would be a bloody nightmare.

"There's only one place where we are going to get all these things." Molly said.

"DIAGON ALLEY." We all exclaimed.

A/N: Apologies for the late update. Had some personal things to take care of. Next update, meeting the blonde bastard!