The Burrow

           "Ron."breathedHarry,creepingtothewindowandpushingitupsotheycouldtalkthroughthebars. "Ron,howdidyou-?Whatthe-?" 

           Harry’smouthfellopenasthefullimpactofwhathewasseeinghithim.Ronwasleaningoutofthebackwindowofanoldturquoisecar,whichwasparkedinmidair.GrinningatHarryfromthefrontseatswereFredandGeorge,Ron’seldertwinbrothers. 

           "Allright,Harry?"askedGeorge. 

           "What’sbeengoingon?"saidRon."Whyhaven’tyoubeenansweringmyletters?I’veaskedyoutostayabouttwelvetimes,andthenDadcamehomeandsaidyou’dgotanofficialwarningforusingmagicinfrontofMuggles—" 

           "Itwasn’tme-andhowdidheknow?" 

           "HeworksfortheMinistry,"saidRon."Youknowwe’renotsupposedtodospellsoutsideschool—" 

           "Youshouldtalk,"saidHarry,staringatthefloatingcar. 

           "Oh,thisdoesn’tcount,"saidRon."We’reonlyborrowingthis.It’sDad’s,wedidn’tenchantit.ButdoingmagicinfrontofthoseMugglesyoulivewith—" 

           "Itoldyou,Ididn’t-butit’lltaketoolongtoexplainnow-look,canyoutellthematHogwartsthattheDursleyshavelockedmeupandwon’tletmecomeback,andobviouslyIcan’tmagicmyselfout,becausetheMinistry’llthinkthat’sthesecondspellI’vedoneinthreedays,so—" 

           "Stopgibbering,"saidRon."We’vecometotakeyouhomewithus."