Prologue.

Splat! The cake fell onto Mrs. Mason's head. Everyone turned to stare at Harry, who was staring in transfixed horror at the spot where Dobby had disappeared. Vernons piggy black eyes stared furiously into the skinny, small 12 year old boy.

"I'm so sorry. It's my nephew, he's very disturbed, we keep him upstairs." At this time, Vernon and Petunia could have salvaged the night if it weren't for the owl that had flown in over Mrs. Masons head. Mr. Mason had thought that this was some cruel joke played on his wife who was terrified of owls, even though Petunia had pleaded tearfully with the two, they still left the house in a rush. After the Masons stormed out, Vernon thrust the letter at Harry

"Go on boy, read it!" Vernon said viciously. With trembling fingers Harry took it.

Trembling Harry tried to rip up the letter, but Uncle Vernon took it from him. Harry knew that Vernon would take advantage of this opportunity to punish him, most likely take away meals. Harry looked frantically around for a way to do something. He noticed that on Vernon's belt, there was a ring of keys, one of which was for the padlock he had put on Hedwig's cage. Harry figured that Dobby wouldn't allow letters through, but maybe he wouldn't stop Hedwig from reaching Ron's house. At age 8 he had learnt how to pickpocket (a situation involving Mrs Figg, her cats and a broken toy soldier). Harry took the key without anyone noticing.

"So! Not allowed to do magic eh? You are never going back to that school boy" Vernon asked, eyes glittering maliciously. With that, Vernon grabbed Harry by the scruff of his neck and thrust him into Dudley's second bedroom, locking Harry in. Harry knew he wouldn't have much time before Vernon would be back, most likely with the cane Aunt Marge had once gotten Harry for his birthday as a cruel joke. Harry practically flew over to Hedwig's cage, scrabbled to open the padlock, and picked Hedwig up, who hooted indignantly at being unceremoniously dumped from her cage.

"Hedwig, go to Hogwarts" Harry whispered, Hedwig nodded and nipped Harry's ear affectionately and he promptly thrust her out of the window, just as the door slammed open.

"BOY!" Vernon roared.

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"Come on Ron, be quiet, if mum hears us, we won't be able to go see Harry." Fred told his younger brother quietly. He and George had fully agreed to help Ron at the time, because it sounded like great fun, and the small bespectacled boy who was their baby brother's best friend was a sweet kid who they were worried about, but they wouldn't be able to come out of this unscathed by their mum if Ron didn't shut up.

"But what if mum find's out, we can't just steal Dad's flying car!" Ron squeaked out pathetically. Fred and George rolled their eyes.

"Of course we can, do you want to rescue Harry or not?" George told of their brother softly. Ron sighed and nodded, resting his arm against what seemed to be a slightly unsturdy pile of boxes. then-

CRASH! Ron had tipped over one of their Dad's containers full of plugs. Everything went silent for a moment, then-

"BOY'S!" Mrs. Weasleys roar could probably be heard from 50 miles away. The twins and Ron paled dramatically. They were not going to be saving Harry any-time soon…