Capítulo 58: The Burrow
Now as Nova flew behind the car, he made sure to cause the sky to be cloudy and look like it was about to storm. In fact to make things a little more dramatic, Nova had sparks of lighting and the clouds be generated off of his wings giving the appearance of a thunder dragon he had seen in one of the lower worlds that he had created. Satisfied with the result, Nova shrunk his body down to the size of what he thought a large dragon should be in this world and let out a small roar at the car.
Harry POV
At that time, Harry and the Weasleys were discussing what had happened to Harry during the summer prior to them getting him. Harry told them all about Dobby, the warning he'd given Harry and 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 usually can't use it without their master's permission. I reckon old Dobby was sent to stop you 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.
"I've heard Dad talking about him," said George. "He was a big
supporter of You-Know-Who."
"And when You-Know-Who disappeared," said Fred, craning around to look at Harry, "Lucius Malfoy came back saying he'd never meant any of it. Load of dung - Dad reckons he was right in You-Know-Who's inner circle."
Harry had heard these rumors about Malfoy's family before, and they didn't surprise him at all. Malfoy made Dudley Dursley look like a kind, thoughtful, and sensitive boy.
"I don't know whether the Malfoys own a house-elf." said Harry.
"Well, whoever owns him will be an old wizarding family, and they'll be rich," said Fred.
"Yeah, Mum's always wishing we had a house-elf to do the ironing," said George. "But all we've got is a lousy old ghoul in the attic and gnomes all over the garden. House-elves come with big old manors and castles and places like that; you wouldn't catch one in our house .
Harry was silent. Judging by the fact that Draco Malfoy usually had the best of everything, his family was rolling in wizard gold; he could just see Malfoy strutting around a large manor house. Sending the family servant to stop Harry from going back to Hogwarts also sounded exactly like the sort of thing Malfoy would do. Had Harry been stupid to take Dobby seriously?
"I'm glad we came to get you, anyway," said Ron. "I was getting really worried 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, Fred," he added, pointing at a compass on the dashboard.
Fred twiddled the steering wheel.
"So, does your dad know you've got the car?" said Harry, guessing the answer.
"Er, no," said Ron, "he had to work tonight. Hopefully we'll be able to get it back in the garage without Mum noticing we flew it."
"What does your dad do at the Ministry of Magic, anyway?"
"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 antiques 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."
"What happened?"
"The teapot went berserk and squirted boiling tea all over the place and one man ended up in the hospital with the sugar tongs clamped to his nose. Dad was going frantic - it's only him and an old warlock called Perkins in the office -and they had to do Memory Charms and all sorts of stuff to cover it up -"
"But your dad - this car -"
Fred laughed. "Yeah, Dad's crazy about everything to do with Muggles; our shed's full of Muggle stuff. He takes it apart, puts spells on it, and puts it back together again. If he raided our house he'd have to put himself under arrest. It drives Mum mad."
"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 . . . ."
As George said that it began to get cloudy, "Um guys, what happened to the sun?"
Then the next thing they knew, they heard thunder and lighting flashing through the clouds.
"Fred, George? Didn't you both say it was going to be perfect weather for driving?" Ron asked. He started to feel a bit worried.
Harry and Ronjust looked at the twins waiting for a response.
"Well it seems there is now a small storm having to appeared." Fred said. "Now on to George with the details."
"Thank you Fred. Now if you look behind you, you will see small rain clouds that seems to be frightening, Little Wonnie." Hearing George say this caused both the twins to bust out laughing and Ron to go a little red.
Then they heard it, a deep low rumble that was a little too deep to be the weather.
"Hey George?"
"Yeah Fred?" George replied.
"That was your stomach right?" Fred inquired.
"No Fred I believe it was yours," George stated in return.
"It wasn't mine, and if it wasn't yours. . ."
" " Harry, Ron?""
"Don't look at us." Ron said.
An awkward silence fell over the interior of the car, "Hahaha. We must be tired then, from all this flying. Yeah that must be it." Fred and George started to laugh.
"Roooooaaaarrrrrr!!!!" Hearing the sound once more, four boys all had a cold chill run down their spines, as a cold sweat formed on them. Then like clock work the four slowly turned around. What they saw utterly terrified them. In their eyes was a dragon as big as the Quidditch Pitch that was black as the clouds and seemed to be generating clouds and lightning with each flap of its wings that shook with thunder.
"Fred? I think it is time to land?" George told his twin.
"George, I think you might be right."
"Guys what kind of dragon is that?" Harry asked nervously.
"No idea. Hang on." Fred then stepped on the accelerator and quickly made the car descend.
"We're a little way outside the village," said George. "Ottery St. Catchpole."
As they quickly dropped out of the sky with the flying car, the clouds started to dissipate and the edge of a brilliant red sun was now gleaming through the trees.
"Touchdown!" said Fred as, with a slight bump, they hit the ground. They had landed next to a tumbledown garage in a small yard.
With the car having barely have stopped, Harry and the Three Brothers jumped out of the car and started to run to Ron's house.
It looked as though it had once been a large stone pigpen, but extra rooms had been added here and there until it was several stories high and so crooked it looked as though it were held up by magic (which, Harry reminded himself, it probably was). Four or five chimneys were perched on top of the red roof. A lopsided sign stuck in the ground near the entrance read, THE BuRRow. Around the front door lay a jumble of rubber boots and a very rusty cauldron. Several fat brown chickens were pecking their way around the yard.
As the boys raced back over to the house Harry noticed Ron had gone a nasty greenish color, his eyes fixed on the house.
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 saber-toothed tiger.
"Ah, "said Fred.
"Oh, dear," said George.
It was at that point, Fred, George, and Ron, all thought they might have been better off dealing with the dragon as they all came to a dead halt as they were torn in which way they should now run.
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.
"Morning, Mum," said George, in what he clearly thought was a jaunty, winning voice.
"Have you any idea how worried I've been?" said Mrs. Weasley in a deadly whisper.
"Sorry, Mum, but see, we had to -"
All three of Mrs. Weasley's sons were taller than she was, but they cowered as her rage broke over them.
"Beds empty! No note! Cargone - could have crashed - out of my mind with worry - did you care? - never, as long as I've lived - you wait until your father gets home, we never had trouble like this from Bill or Charlie or Percy -"
"Perfect Percy," muttered Fred.
"YOU COULD DO WITH TAKING A LEAF OUT OF PERCY'S BOOK!" yelled Mrs. Weasley, prodding a finger in Fred's chest. "You could have died, you could have been seen, you could have lost your father his job -"
"Ah Mum, we know we did wrong." Ron interrupt. "Can we go into the house before we are all eaten by the dragon that is chasing us?"
Still fuming with rage, "DRAGON? What dragon?" Mrs. Weasley yelled.
"THAT ONE!" all four of the boys yelled at once turning around to point at the dragon that was starting to descend.
Seeing the dragon starting to land, Mrs. Weasley, "Quick everyone get into the house."
As they all hurried into the Burrow, Harry and the Weasleys watched as the dragon touchdown.
"If I find out you three had something to do with this. . ." Mrs. Weasley threatened as they watched the dragon pick up the car and start to examine it before turning to look at the house.
Nova POV
As Nova picked up the car, he quickly looked it over and nodded his head. Who ever had enchanted the car had done a very thorough job, though it was missing a few things that could better enhance its performance. Nova then looked at the house, and could see that the Weasleys were staring at him and watching. So after thinking that he had enough fun, Nova put the car and starting to walk to the door. He shifted his body back to being a human and then flashing a large grin gave a wave to the group staring out the window.
Nova watched as Mrs. Weasley flashed the boys a look of seething rage, as she turned to go open the door.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Weasley. I hope I didn't give you too much of a start this early in the morning. Can I come in for breakfast?"
Hearing Nova's greeting, Mrs. Weasley could only shake her head, "Hello Nova, I am glad to see you but I don't know how I should feel about you arriving like you did. "Come in and have some breakfast."
"Thank you." Nova replied.
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Everyone needs a little excitement in the early morning. Right?
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