Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction ❯ Dragon's Blood ❯ To the Burrow Once More ( Chapter 6 )

Number 4 Private Drive wasn't your ordinary muggle house. No, this place seemed to always have something hidden from the rest of the world, some more thankful than the others. It wasn't long ago when the infamous Harry Potter was set upon these footsteps after the murder of his parents, and since then, the Dursleys had to keep a low profile about this “unusual” boy. As time progressed, the “boy-who-lived” had to experience more harsh than joyous experiences. He lived in a cupboard under the stairs…how shameful. Eternity in a hollow shell is all that one could say about his life. At least, to wizards…

 

However, as Harry's birthday came, strange obstacles had appeared; vanishing walls, loose pythons, and numerous owls delivering letters without warning (and a few screams on the Dursleys part). On the day of his 11th birthday, the strangest event of all was when a mysterious half-giant named Hagrid appeared on the footsteps of the Dursleys' _hideout_. On that day, Harry Potter figured out the truth about his life and went to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, leaving his brutal household behind (thank goodness for the little one). Of course, the Dursleys weren't happy about all of that nonsense, but at least the wretched boy was out of the house for an entire year.

 

Every summer, the wizard would return…and every day of that summer, Harry would live in a complete hell. Number 4 Private Drive had also provoked a few…magical creatures to the household. A few were a mischief house elf named Dobby, The Monster Book of Monsters (if anyone even _dared_ called it a monster), and the best of them all, two dementors from Azkaban. Luckily, no one on the streets had ever seen these bizarre happenings, and for Harry's sake, they had better be serious. Yes, everything in the house seemed to be full of whispers, yelling, and of course, screams of utter chaos.

 

However, this night…a new tone could be heard at Number 4 Private Drive. Footsteps were heard tramping on the old stairs of the house. A particularly large man with a mustache and with horrible bed hair was continuing to hear the same shuffling noises of _someone_ in his house. In his hand, he held a baseball bat, for some reasons that are just too bizarre to laugh at. Vernon Dursley…man did he need a life. Behind him was a scrawny lady named Petunia with long fingers and face. Her hair was not like her husbands, but it was still rather messy for a miniature hag. Disturbing the house even more was the over weight Dudley Dursley, who's drug habits was going to kill him someday. Tisk tisk…

 

“Do you think it's a burglar honey?” Aunt Petunia squeaked. Uncle Vernon angrily shook his head.

 

“No…” the Uncle Vernon replied in a hushed voice, “It's that bloody son of a bitch that's making the racket. Son…what are you doing up?” Dudley looked at his father in a curious way and only smiled “innocently.”

 

“I couldn't sleep with all the racket, dad,” Dudley replied, “What's he doin' in there?”

 

“WE are going to find out, now won't we?” Uncle Vernon quickly opened the door and gazed upon a shocked 17 year old who had obviously been preparing for something. Harry looked back at them in astonishment as Uncle Vernon's face continued to change from a pale tan to a ferocious red.

 

“HARRY POTTER!” Uncle Vernon yelled, “Go down into the living room. NOW!” Harry would have done anything but follow his uncle's orders, but seeing his current situation, Harry passed arrogantly through the crowded hallway and into the room upon which he was instructed. Taking his seat on the couch, he was rudely pushed by his cousin, Dudley. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon sat beside their son and looked down at the incompetent teen.

 

“What in bloody hell did you think you were doing?!” Uncle Vernon shouted, “Sending letters to your crackpot friends again are we?”

 

“No…” Harry whispered in disgust. Uncle Vernon gave a low growl and stood up quickly. Aunt Petunia looked down and saw that Harry had something crumbled in his hands.

 

“Potter, what do you have there in your hand?” Aunt Petunia demanded. Harry clenched his fist tighter to hide the note.

 

“Nothing…” he lied. Uncle Vernon quickly grabbed Harry's wrist, squeezing it with such intensity that the blood stop rushing in his hand. He seized the letter and threw Harry's wrist to the ground, leaving the teen astonished and fuming. Uncle Vernon smirked in accomplishment.

 

“Well…well…well…what do we have here?” Uncle Vernon asked cruelly. Opening the note, he read the words out loud for the entire family to here.

 

Dear Mr. Potter,

 

16 years ago, I had you sent to this house for your protection from the wizarding world when the dark lord had disappeared. Now, I must visit your home once again to pick you up from this place in hopes that you will be safer with us as you were with your Aunt and Uncle. Please pack your belongings as quickly as possible. I will be arriving at the struck of noon to pick you up. You will be staying at the Burrow until your 6th Year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry has begun. Thank you.

 

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

 

Uncle Vernon glared at the note, mouth open and astonished. Harry, stricken by what his uncle had just done, began to rise from where he had fallen. Uncle Vernon cruelly pushed him back to the ground, ignoring all senses and anything connected to the outside world.

 

“What is all of this rubbish?!” Uncle Vernon roared.

 

“It's a letter from my school,” Harry muttered, “I just got it.”

 

“You just got it?!” Uncle Vernon raged, “What do you mean `you just got it' boy?!”

 

“An owl came to our house and gave me the note!” Harry yelled back, “I was packing upstairs…” Harry was slapped unceremoniously across the face by his Uncle and gazed in shock and an uncontrollable fury.

 

“There will be no packing…” Uncle Vernon spat, “Not unless you are going back to that mad house!”

 

“Madhouse…” Harry thought, “This dump is even worse.” His Uncle was easily holding him a few several inches above the ground, his grip tightening by the second.

 

“And I thought that you were playing with your little magic tricks upstairs or sneaking out like you always do every summer!” Uncle Vernon sarcastically, “You were making such a noise; I thought for certain you were going to sneak out again!”

 

“Oh really?” Harry replied with the same sarcasm as Uncle Vernon, “I never thought about that. You know…that just might have been a better idea after all…now wouldn't it?” Uncle Vernon's face was now a fuming maroon and the temperature coming from his hands were so high Harry could have sworn they were steaming.

 

“Now you listen here, boy…” Uncle Vernon hissed, “You are not going back to that school and that crack-pot old man horn either.”

 

“PROFESSOR DUMBLEDOR IS NOT A MAN HORN!” Harry yelled. His anger was cut off by a now desperate need to breathe. His Uncle had now seized not his collar, but his neck and was slowly squeezing the life out of the young wizard. As Harry desperately gasped for breath, Uncle Vernon began to holler at the top of his lungs.

 

“DON'T GIVE ME THAT KIND OF BULL SHIT! THAT TEACHER OF YOURS IS A FUCKIN BASTARD! AND I WILL BE DAMNED IF HE ISN'T!” Harry tried to retaliate by kicking Uncle Vernon square in the chest, but was easily smashed into the wall by Uncle Vernon's brutal strength, weakening his chances of making out of his current situation with magic…

 

“YOU STUPID PIECE OF CRAP!” Uncle Vernon screeched, “I DON'T KNOW WHAT WE WERE THINKING WHEN WE TOOK YOU IN, BUT ONE THING IS CLEAR. YOU ARE NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT SCHOOL! NEVER!!!”

 

“Am I interrupting anything?” Bewildered, the entirely family glanced hurriedly at that astonishing understatement. Standing at the door were several people, a old man with a long silver beard and violet cloak with a pointed hat, a young girl with bushy brown hair and brown eyes, and a family of red-haired wizards, a tall one in a brunette suit, a small one with freckles and sapphire eyes, and two twins, identical to the core. All were staring in awe, except the old wizard, at the scene of what could have been disastrous.

 

“I believe that is one of my students…” Dumbledore began, “If you would be so kind as to let him down gently for me please?” Uncle Vernon was still in quite a shock to see all of these people in here.

 

“How in bloody hell did you all get in here?” Uncle Vernon fumed.

 

“We tried ring the door bell once, but no one seemed to be coming…” Arthur Weasley explained, “We tried knocking because we knew someone was in there because the light was on. So, we decided to let ourselves in and…for heaven's sake, put all of your wands away!”

 

At that moment, four wands were point straight at Uncle Vernon, one even coming from Hermione. All of them, grudgingly, stashed their wands away into their coats, pouting for not being able to cast a jinx or any kind of hex. Arthur shook his head and turned towards the Weasley brothers.

 

“Why don't you two go and fetch Harry's things from his room. We need to be off soon or else the meal Molly made for us will get cold.” Both of the brothers nodded, muttering suspicious things such as “wish I could test out the Hives Hex on him” and others saying “If only I could do the Jelly Legs Jinx…then I could see him dancing as if his pants were on fire…” Ron could of have sworn he heard George say, “Really?! I could've used that fire charm to make it happen.” Only when Arthur Weasley shot a horrendous glare did the Weasley twins stop their gibbering and proceeded to Harry's room. Dumbledore smiled and turned to Uncle Vernon in a calm, yet very polite manner.

 

“Now, if you would be kind as so to please release Mr. Potter…” Dumbledore began, “As so that he won't suffocate and turn into another shade of color.” When the wands were all out of sight, Uncle Vernon dropped Harry in a heap and leapt back towards his family, standing firmly to “protect” them from the band of wizards and witch. Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley settled themselves in and quickly waved their wands so that furniture danced accordingly to their magic. Hermione and Ron smiled and came towards Harry, holding out both of their hands towards the young teen.

 

“Need some help, mate?” Ron asked. Harry smiled and grabbed Ron's hand, while Hermione began supporting him on his back. As they walked to the center, avoiding the now ascending furniture, Dumbledore began pulling out a couch and two sofas, while Arthur Weasley used his magic to clear the way for the upcoming furniture, knocking some unsuspecting China and lamps into the walls and floor. The Dursleys remained motionless.

 

Once everything was situated, everyone in the room took their seats, Ron, Harry and Hermione taking a seat in the couch, while Arthur Weasley and Dumbledore proceeded in pleasing themselves in the two sofas. One slipped under Uncle Vernon's feet, making him trip off balance and into the couch with another word of protest. With that, Dumbledore waved his wand so that 2 bottles of butterbeer began floating in mid-air, along with 8 wine cups. The Dursleys shifted in their seats as the beer bottles began filling the glasses with equal amounts of its contents. They were distributed to the wizards first and then towards the muggle family, who did not take them likely and just let them be, acting as if it was poisoned. Dumbledore smiled.

 

“Drink up, my friends…” the headmaster urged, “These wine glasses aren't going to empty themselves you know.” Harry and the others were already drinking theirs without a problem, snickering at the confused looks created by the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon was no longer able to contain the anger inside of him.

 

“What in bloody hell is it that you want from us?!” Uncle Vernon spat. Dumbledore looked up from his wine glass with half-moon spectacles and smiled.

 

“I am here to merely have Harry leave early as so he can enjoy the rest of his summer under my watch. After all, it is very important that Harry is to be kept safe at all times. I only wish for my student's safety and nothing more.”

 

“You could have at least sent a letter to us sooner!” Uncle Vernon bellowed, “Then we wouldn't have all of this nonsense and panic now would we?! My son, Dudley, has had to endure with this mongrel here for being so loud in packing his things to leave off to this _school_ of yours.” He was pointing his fat finger at the emerald eyed boy.

 

“Well, Dudley is even louder,” Harry muttered in protest, “I can't get a good night's sleep with all of that snoring in his room. It is driving me crazy.” At this point, Uncle Vernon had risen from his chair, but Aunt Petunia quickly settled him down and began calming his nerves with a few strokes on his shoulder. Ron snickered and Hermione ignored him.

 

“I apologize for the late notice then,” Dumbledore bowed, “But we had to get the news to Harry as soon as possible. And even if it was a letter from me, do you honestly think that I would expect you to read it?” Uncle Vernon turned scarlet and Aunt Petunia was taken aback. Dudley, who had been restrained from his parents to not drink the butterbeer, was now starting to lick his lips in temptation for a sip of the delicious substance. His desire was interrupted by a yell on Uncle Vernon's part as he continuously argued with the headmaster.

 

“What do you mean we wouldn't read it?!” Uncle Vernon screeched, “Of course we would have read it! WE READ THE LAST ONE THAT YOU GAVE US!” Arthur Weasley attempted to rise, but was easily given a calm look from Dumbledore and proceeded in seating himself down once more. Dumbledore cleared his throat and fold his hands in front of him.

 

“The truth is…you only read it because it was a Howler,” Dumbledore began softly and disappointed, “Had I not been screaming that day when the Howler came, you would not have read it or even hear of it. Then Harry would easily walk out of your house without the protection that he needs that surrounds this house. I have also been giving from years of experience from you all that you didn't answer our first letter despite all the mail that we had given to you.” Uncle Vernon rose to his feet, his face fuming with rage.

 

“Are you calling us inconsiderate?!” Uncle Vernon questioned loudly, “In case you haven't noticed, we have worked long and hard to get to the way we are. And if it weren't for that _boy_, then we would have been fine on our own. But _noooooooooooooooo_. You had to come and drop him off on our footsteps one night and ask us to take in something that all of us knew couldn't ever bring us anything good. And just when his parents died and all this madness would end, you just happened to leave him here with to remember the horrendous family that we share.” Dudley snickered as Harry began to stand, becoming just as angry as Uncle Vernon. Ron and Hermione began restraining him, holding down his shoulders so that he wouldn't attack Uncle Vernon. Arthur Weasley was even trying to keep himself calm from all the recent remarks made by Harry's Uncle.

 

“You should be thankful to have such a family in your blood-line!” Arthur Weasley protested, “Harry is a wonderful boy and very talented. As an uncle, you should be protecting him instead of putting bars all over his windows! Why…his parents are now gone and only has you and your family left! You should at least give him some dignity and good treatment while he is spending time at your house before he leaves for good…” Uncle Vernon roared with laughter.

 

“Well Hallelujah! Aren't I one to talk! And here I thought that I would gladly drop him off at the adoption center or starve him when he set foot into this house. Him gone for good…never to see his wretched face again…that is worth anything! That heathen is nothing but rubbish, a freak of nature! All of you scums are, but he is the worst! I wouldn't even be surprised if he got himself killed using all that crackpot magic tricks with his stick. And I certainly won't be visiting any funerals anytime soon!” Hermione gasped and made a wretched face towards Uncle Vernon. The Dursley family was proud of him and nodded in whole-hearted agreement. Dumbledore sighed and waved his wand lazily.

 

The wine glasses began huddling around the Dursleys, dancing and swaying as the liquid began to make its way to the carpet unceremoniously.

 

“This is why I was afraid to put him on your doorsteps earlier,” Dumbledore regretted, “Many years ago, 16 years ago, when a child was just about four months old, his parents were murdered and the child was left alone. Therefore, I began searching for his family, in hopes that it would a loving and caring household upon which he would learn about the meanings of life with few punishments here and there. Yet, I found no one, except you three…the Dursleys.

 

“You were the only living family, at the moment, to take care of the child. Aunt Petunia was indeed Lily's Potter's sister and therefore the only blood-line that was left. The sacrifice Lily Potter made for her child has been living inside of the family that the child had left. I had no choice but to bring him to this house in hopes that all of you would take care of him, love him as one of your own and for the enchantment to secure him, keep him away from the wizarding world. An old man's mistake I am afraid. You three have treated him as a slave, a boy who never understood anything about his family or his past, to live behind lies that were never comprehendible in human nature itself. That kind of feeling…is nothing to be proud of.” Dumbledore looked towards the ground, clasping his hands in grief.

 

“I regret leaving him here, and I did not wish to cause all of you trouble…but all of that is now behind us. Harry Potter will be turning 17 on his next birthday. By then, the enchantment, that I have just told you, will be lifted and can no longer protect him from the dangers that lie ahead. We will no longer have to live in this household afterwards. I ask of you to open your arms to him if he wishes to ever come back for visit and to not feel anger or fear towards his return. Do you all understand?” Uncle Vernon and the others stared at Dumbledore as if he were mad. Then, with a grunt, he smiled viciously.

 

“Do you honestly believe we even wanted that boy in the first place?!” Uncle Vernon laughed, “As far as I am concern, I wish that he had never been born! Why…things have already been as bad enough as it is without his _magic_ going on rampage! Go on…take him! I don't' care the slightest bit! But mark my words…if he ever comes back to this household ever again…I will call the police!”

 

“How low can this guy get Harry?” Ron whispered.

 

“Very…” Harry whispered back. There was a moment's silence between all of them. No one had much to say in the matter, and by the looks of things, no one ever wanted to drag the conversation longer than it already has. The silence was soon broken by the pounding of a very large trunk, followed by the footsteps of Fred and George. Arthur Weasley beamed at them and proceeded to end the little meeting.

 

“Well…we appreciate your…uh…cooperation in all of this,” Arthur Weasley concluded, “Sorry about the door earlier. We really didn't want to barge in and all.” Ron, Fred and George rolled their eyes.

 

“Not at all…not at all,” Uncle Vernon replied sarcastically, “Just leave and take that wretched boy with you.” Harry sat up from the couch and proceeded to leave, when Dumbledore put a ragged hand over his shoulder. Harry was forced to look into those cerulean blue eyes and face the Dursleys. Dumbledore smiled.

 

“Another year…Dursleys,” Dumbledore began, “Another year for Harry to leave this place with I hope a solemn heart.” Harry smiled when deep inside he was fighting hard not to laugh at the irony.

 

“It is time for you all to say good-bye.” Uncle Vernon scowled hard, refusing to have anything to do with Harry. Then, he spotted Fred, George, and Ron pointing their wands secretly out of their robes.

 

“Good bye,” Uncle Vernon said hurriedly, watching the three red heads putting their wands slowly back into their cloaks.

 

“Good bye,” Harry replied, also regretting ever saying it. With that, Dumbledore bowed and proceeded towards the door with Harry by his side. The door opened and the Weasleys were the first to file out. Hedwig, who Harry had freed from her cage from the luggage, perched onto Harry's shoulder happily, her snowy feathers ruffling to make her look like a giant white furry ball. As Harry left, Dumbledore stopped and did not turn towards the Dursleys.

 

“It would be best to be on your guard this year,” the headmaster warned, “Things are much more…complicated than before.” With that, the door began to close and the Dursleys stood there. They looked up at the wine glasses that were left behind floating in the air. Uncle Vernon was outraged.

 

“DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE THESE WINE GLASSES UP HERE!” Before the door closed, Dumbledore waved his wand and the glass spilled their contents all over the Dursleys. The wine glasses broke on the ground and Uncle Vernon screamed as he began running towards the door, slamming it open with such magnitude. To his dismay, all the greeted him was the wind clustering around his house and the rain splashing into his face.

 

“CURSE YOU HARRY POTTER!!!”

 

Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were laughing their heads off inside a carriage of 8 3 thestrals pulling the weight. They were high above the rain clouds, the moon still gleaming in the night sky and thunder easily pounding itself against the Earth. The winds were calm and all that could be seen were grey clouds and flashes of lightning. It was pleasant. The sky above the storm…

 

“It's not funny, guys…” Hermione said, “Honestly, you four need to me more mature sometimes.”

 

“You were pointing your wand at him too, Hermione!” Ron laughed.

 

“Face it, Granger…” Fred began.

 

“You wanted to cast that hex.” George finished. Hermione cast a dark look at all of them and the laughing soon died down. Arthur Weasley smirked.

 

“You boys really need to control yourselves…there could have been an accident,” Arthur lectured, “You could have jinxed or hexed them without warning.”

 

“It would have been worth wild though…” Ron replied eagerly, “Man it would have been great…”

 

“No it would not,” Arthur interrupted, “You boys could have been in big trouble. You should be ashamed of yourselves. Magic isn't allowed outside of Hogwarts or in any Muggle home, do you understand?” The boys nodded, but Arthur Weasley smiled.

 

“Just make sure you don't tell Molly. Don't want her to be fussing. This will be our little secret, alright?” The boys, Harry, and Hermione nodded and turned to Professor Dumbledore.

 

“So how do you all get here anyway?” Harry questioned. Fred and George began to answer.

 

“At first, we had three thestrals and two broomsticks,” Fred answered.

“However…we soon realized that it would rain and that we needed to pick up Hermione as well,” George continued.

 

“So, we got a carriage by stopping at the Leaky Cauldron first.”

 

“Then we picked Hermione.”

 

“And then you Harry.” Harry smiled. It was nice to know that his friends decided to pick him up early. However, he was still unsure. He turned to Professor Dumbledore

 

“Professor,” Harry asked, “Why did you send me that letter? I wasn't expecting to leave for another week or so. Why the rush?” Dumbledore's smile began to fade and his tone becoming more serious.

 

“I believe that You-Know-Who had tried something this evening,” the headmaster began, “A summoning if you will.” Hermione was awestruck while Harry and Ron looked at each other confused. Arthur, Fred, and George were shocked.

 

“A summoning?” Harry replied, “What's a summoning.”

 

“It's a dark art,” Hermione replied darkly, “A summoning is a dark art used by very advanced wizards. They call upon creatures, light or dark, to come to their aid. Most of the creatures are of darkness though, which is why it is categorized under that topic.”

 

“It is said that only few have been able to conger monsters into this world,” Arthur Weasley continued, “Not many wizards have been very successful. It is very complicated, and the more sophisticated it is, the more powerful the monster is supposedly to be.” Harry eyed them suspiciously.

 

“What do you mean by `sophisticated'?”

 

“It usually involves something that needs to be sacrificed,” Arthur replied harshly, “Preferably a human sacrifice.” Ron and Harry were struck with confusion and utter bewilderment.

 

“A…a human sacrifice?” Ron gulped, “Why does it have to be a human sacrifice?”

 

“Humans are the greediest and the most intelligent of all species in this world.” George began.

 

“Humans have traits that all predators have…perseverance, greed, and longing…” Fred continued.

 

“The humans or anything used in a summoning…”

 

“The more dark and malicious the monster is.” Dumbledore sighed.

 

“I believe that You-Know-Who has tried to summon something is evening in the cemetery of Azkaban,” Dumbledore began, “And if that is the case, then we had to retrieve you, Harry Potter, as soon as possible.”

 

“Typical,” Harry began, “Only Voldemort…I mean…You-Know-Who would do such a thing.” Ron and the others, except Dumbledore, shuddered at the name. Harry rolled his eyes. Couldn't they at least once not shudder at the name of the dark lord?

 

“Tell me, Harry…” Dumbledore began, “Did you experience anything with that scar of yours? I would suspect that you would have felt something tonight.” Harry rubbed his forehead. After all the commotion, he had completely forgotten about what had happened tonight. This was the perfect opportunity…

 

“It was on fire today,” Harry replied lowly, “It was burning, flames coming out of it. It hurt so badly…I thought that I was going to faint.” Hermione patted him on the back, suddenly looking very worried like Mrs. Weasley. Ron looked completely shocked.

 

“It burned?” Dumbledore asked.

 

“Yes sir,” Harry replied, “But what does that have to do with the cemetery. I didn't feel You-Know-Who rejoicing or laughing. Do you think something might have gone wrong?” Dumbledore shook his head.

 

“No…” Dumbledore replied calmly, “Arthur and Minerva came with me to the cemetery when we felt the presence of a dark aura coming from Azkaban. When we arrived, we found many bodies there; most of them were Death Eaters and, surprisingly, dementors.” Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley brothers looked at each other, casting horrid looks on one another.

 

“Dementors?” Harry asked.

 

“Death Eaters?” Ron also questioned.

 

“Yes,” Arthur Weasley replied grimly, “They were all lying on the ground lifeless and without breath. We did not see the Dark Lord there, and we don't know if they were all the Death Eaters, but with that amount of damage, the creature must have been strong.”

 

“Dead?!” Hermione asked thunderstruck, “But dementors can't die! That's impossible! They aren't even considered living.”

 

“Obviously this creature is able to kill the dead, despite their wandering souls,” George began.

 

“Something like that could be highly dangerous…” Fred pondered.

 

“Did you find anyone _alive_?” Ron asked, trying to lighten up the subject. Arthur smiled at him.

 

“As a matter of fact, yes,” Arthur replied. Harry looked at him with sudden enlightenment.

 

“Who was it?” Harry asked.

 

“It's hard to say,” Arthur replied, “There were two boys. Both look like they were the same age, and practically twins like Fred and George. They both have tri-colored hair, ebony spiked hair with red on the tips, a golden crown of bangs, and they seem to be what muggles called `gothic' because they were wearing leather shirts and pants with double belts. However, there is a difference.” Arthur emphasized on _difference_.

 

“You saw them, right Fred, George, Ron?” The three nodded.

 

“Man they were weird looking…” Ron commented.

 

“I have to say, they were. One had lavender eyes…innocence written all over him…yet the other…” Arthur shuddered, “He had somewhat crimson eyes. I wasn't sure because soon after we met, he attacked me.” Ron, Fred, and George had all of their jaws open, with Hermione's mouth covered with a hand.

 

“Attacked?!” Ron shouted, “Dad…you were attacked?!”

 

“Yes, I was…” Arthur replied, “Well, it would have been worse if he didn't take go after the thestrals that we brought. He sure did have a temper. We tried spells on him, but he blocked every single one.”

 

“Are they wizards?” Harry questioned. Arthur shook his head.

 

“I am not sure,” Arthur answered honestly, “He didn't have a wand, and he was definitely using his hands. Something about those two doesn't seem right. We had found them in the middle of the massacre. Dumbledore and I believe that they had something to do with the summoning.” All of them looked at each other.

 

“Do you think that they guy who attacked you is the monster?” Harry asked. Arthur shrugged.

 

“We don't know…” Arthur replied, “Minerva, Dumbledore, and I were very puzzled. And it seemed that they innocent one knew the creature very well. He was the one that ultimately ceased him from attacking any further. He seemed quite friendly.” Harry was shocked at this. An innocent child and a replica of himself that was a brutal creature. This would not bode well.

 

“Which is why we had to retrieve you Harry,” Dumbledore explained, “If these two really are the ones that are summoned, then we must know everything that has happened and make sure that you are safe. They are currently at the Burrow right now.” Ron, Fred, and George were shocked beyond all hope now.

 

“YOU MEAN THEY ARE WITH GINNY AND MUM?!” all three yelled. Arthur smiled.

 

“Calm down…calm down!” Arthur assured them, “You haven't heard the rest of it. After we left, the youth that attacked me was unconscious. The other refused to go anywhere without him, so we had no choice but to bring them to our home. When we were returning, I talked to them. The one with lavender eyes said his name was Yugi, and didn't look evil at all. He was quite friendly and tried to apologize for earlier.” Hermione smiled.

 

“So, they can't be that bad if they apologized, right?” Hermione concluded.

 

“Precisely,” Arthur replied, “I think that they are just as lost as we are. I bet you anything all they want to know is how to get back to where they came from. So far, Yugi has cooperated nicely. We don't know about the other, but we are hoping to get some details on him once he wakes up.” The carriage was descending…noting that they were closing in on the Burrow.

 

“You'll see what I mean once we are inside the house.” Everyone nodded and sat in the silence the rest of the way. Many thoughts were crossing in Harry's mind when they were reaching their destination. Voldemort had tried to summon the creature, yet it seems that he failed somewhat. If the boys did escape and were the creatures that he was summoning, the something must have gone wrong. Something about all of this just didn't seem right. Hermione shook him from his thinking because the thestrals had abruptly stopped in front of the Burrow.

 

“Well…looks why we are here,” Arthur began, “Cross your fingers.” All of them proceeded into leaving the carriage. Fred and George took their wands and proceeded in unloading the luggage. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked behind Professor Dumbledore and Arthur Weasley as the approached the Burrow. The door flung open as Mrs. Weasley greeted them with pleasure.

 

“I am so glad that you all are here!” Mrs. Weasley greeted, “How did it go.”

 

“It went alright,” Arthur half lied, “They seemed to be quiet friendly.” Harry and Ron snickered. Hermione ignored them. As everyone began walking into the living room, Harry spotted something that was on the couch. He stopped in his tracks, staring at the couch as if it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

 

“What is it Harry?” Ron asked as Hermione came up to them. The two soon stopped and stared at the couch. Clearly they knew that the two boys would be in the house, and they didn't think that it would be that scary. Yet, here one was, lying on the couch staring at them like a cat who had been staring at them as if it was hours. Harry thought that it would be lavender eyes that would greet his own. But no…

 

They were crimson.