A New Arrival

The sound of the TV from downstairs and the occasional shout from the Dursleys created a familiar, yet oppressive, background noise in Harry's small bedroom. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts of his friends, his scar, and the darkness that seemed to be closing in around him. As he waited, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions: excitement at the prospect of leaving the Dursleys' house, but also anxiety about what the future held. As he waited, Harry heard the distant rumble of a car engine, followed by the sound of tires crunching on gravel. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the familiar red car, adorned with weird gadgets and strange protrusions. The Weasley's magical vehicle, affectionately known as the "Flying Ford Anglia," had arrived. A moment later, the doorbell rang, and Harry heard the Dursleys grumbling as they made their way to answer it. He quickly got up from his bed and made his way to the landing, peering over the banister to see what was happening. Mr. Weasley, a tall, thin man with a wild shock of orange hair, was standing in the doorway, beaming at the Dursleys. Behind him, Fred and George, the mischievous twins, were grinning from ear to ear, while Ginny, their younger sister, looked a bit more subdued, but still enthusiastic. "Ah, Harry's relatives, I presume?" Mr. Weasley boomed, his eyes twinkling with warmth. "I'm Arthur Weasley, and these are my children, Fred, George, and Ginny. We've come to collect Harry for the Quidditch World Cup." The Dursleys looked less than thrilled at the prospect of letting Harry go, but Mr. Weasley's charm and the twins' energetic antics soon had them backing down. Petunia, in particular, seemed relieved to be rid of Harry, and Vernon grumbled something about "those weird people" as he handed over Harry's small suitcase. As Harry made his way downstairs, he felt a sense of liberation wash over him. He was finally leaving the Dursleys' house, and heading towards a week of excitement and adventure with his friends. "Thanks for coming, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, as he climbed into the backseat of the car. "I really appreciate it." "Anytime, Harry," Mr. Weasley replied, as he started the engine. "We're just glad to have you along for the ride. Now, hold on to your seat, and let's get going! We've got a long drive ahead of us." As the car pulled away from the curb, Harry felt a rush of excitement. He was on his way to the Quidditch World Cup, and nothing could possibly go wrong. Or so he thought.