Visiting Privet Drive

(By Meredith, who I bet you’ve never heard of)

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Summary: Ron and Hermione decide to visit Harry during summer break.

“Are we in the right place?” asked Ron nervously.

“_Yes_, Ron, how many times do I have to tell you.”

“Er... how do we FIND the place?”
“I _TOLD_ you Ron, there are numbers on the front. See? THERE it is.”

As they walked towards the door, Ron mumbled, “Will they let us in?”

“Normally? No. But I have a way to get in.” Before Ron could ask anything else, Mr. Dursley opened the door.

“Hello, we were stranded by our tour bus. May we stay here?” asked Hermione.

“NO! Now get--”

Hermione waved a hundred-pound note. Instantly his manner changed.

“Oh, we have plenty of room!” he said charmingly. “Just a minute.”

He closed the door. Ron and Hermione heard a lot of yelling, and something being dragged down the stairs. The door opened.

“Right this way.” He led them to the smallest bedroom, put their things in, and led them downstairs for dinner.

“Oh, is that your son?” asked Hermione. “He looks so nice.”

“No he does--HEY!” Hermione had elbowed him.

Dinner passed quickly. Hermione managed to keep Ron from blowing their cover.

When the Dursleys were asleep, they snuck out of the bedroom.

“I wonder where Harry is,” Ron said. “Wait a sec...”
He went down the stairs, Hermione following dubiously.

Ron took a hairpin and fiddled with the keyhole. After a few seconds, it popped open.

Harry fell out, several books hitting him on the head.

“Ow! Oh, hi. Wait a second...” he said as comprehension dawned. “Ron! Hermione! What are YOU two doing here?” He hugged them.

“Well, we just wanted to... wait a sec, why ARE we here?”

“RON! We wanted to see him! Remember?”

“Oh! Sorry.”

“WHAT ARE YOU _DOING_??!??!?!??!? YOU’RE _THOSE_, AREN’T YOU??!!? GET OUT!!!!” yelled Mr. Dursley.

In two seconds, Ron and Hermione were on the street.

“Darn!” they said.

“AND DON’T COME BACK!!!!!!!! WE’RE MOVING!!!!”

The door slammed.

Harry sucked the end of his quill and re-read his letter quietly. “ ‘Dear Professor Dumbledore,

Look, I know why you want me to stay here. For my protection and all that. But frankly, I would rather have Voldemort come and say ‘Avada Kedavra’ than starve to death, which at this rate is going to happen to me. Besides, if Voldemort came and said, “If you dump Harry outside, I’ll take care of him for you. Just tie him up, okay?”, I’d be out on the street before they said Deal. So _please_ can I leave? Hogwarts, the Three Broomsticks, Diagon alley, Professor Lupin’s-- heck, I’d rather stay with Gilderoy Lockhart!

If I have to run away or get someone to take me, I will.

Please?

He sent the letter off with Hedwig and prayed.

Hedwig came back to Harry and two old string beans.

“I’m sorry I don’t have more for you, but YOU can hunt for mice,” explained Harry.

Hedwig hooted understandably. Harry read the letter and his heart leaped.

“Oh, all right, Harry. Sirius should be there in about ten seconds.

“10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1-” Harry counted down excitedly.

There was a splintering of wood. Harry grinned.

“Get out of my house!” yelled Vernon Dursley.

“Oh, stuff it. WHERE’S HARRY?!?!?” yelled Sirius.

“Over here! In the cupboard!” yelled Harry.

“Hey! Stupid darn Muggles... Let’s go!”

“Hey! You can‘t take him!”

“Stuff it, Uncle! Bye!” Harry yelled as they Apparated.

The Dursleys stared for a minute.

“YAY! He’s gone!” yelled Petunia.

“You’re right, he IS! Glory Hallelujah! He’s GONE!!!” yelled Vernon.

And so, everyone was happy-- Ron and Hermione could see Harry, Lupin and Sirius got to live with Harry, Dumbledore could relax, the Dursleys had no connection with the wizarding world, Harry was not in the care of the Dursleys, Voldemort was getting a massage on the beaches of Bermuda with all his Death Eaters, and everyone else was happy too, because they were.

The End.

Please R&R! Thanks for reading!

~Farewell,

Meredith