Grammatical errors I know I try to find them but I'm not the best.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter JK does
"I cannot believe this," Harry grumbled as we got into the car.
I hated cars, it was so stupid why muggles would instead ride on four rubber wheels when there were better more efficient ways of traveling like apparition.
The only reason we weren't apparating was because I thought it was more appropriate and less likely to be seen if we drove to the Dursleys instead.
"You have to be nice. " I said, "Their family."
"Family?The Dursleys? Yeah right. Do all families lock up their nephew in broom closet?" He questioned.
My lips tightened unconsciously with anger witch quickly faded, "Maybe they've change." I reasoned.
Harry didn't say anything except, " I'll believe it when I see it."
Ginny didn't argue with him, he had all rights to be mad it was horrible what they did to him. But its time to forgive now. Family was important, it wouldn't hurt to try.
The thing about Petunia was that she seemed nothing like Harry had described. The whole time she was talking to her she was all smiles maybe a little sucked up but not mean and cold like Harry had said.
We pulled up to Number six privet drive several cars were parked. I door was unlocked for guest. Inside cool classical music streamed through the house full of elegantly dressed people. Everyone was talking and hugging and laughing Ginny felt strangely out of place with all the muggles and checked her to see if her wand was still on her.
Harry's grip on her hand tightened and she smiled squeezing back. A couple of yards away Ginny saw Petunia talking to some serious looking men.
"I'm thirsty." I said.
"The drinks are over there but there muggle drinks." Said Harry pointing to a table of refreshments.
"I know." I said.
He shrugged and went to get our drinks. Just as Petunia came over to greet me.
"Hello Ginny glad you could make it." She said, "I love your dress."
I thanked her even though I felt a little foolish in my one shoulder, knee length navy blue dress.
"You to." I said acknowledging the bag we chuckled at the little joke.
A man resembling a walrus with a bushy mustache waddled his way over to us, "Petunia you're not going top believe it I was talking to Mr. tough guy over there..."
"Sweetie, you didn't greet my friend this is Ginny the girl I told you about. Ginny this is my husband Vernon."
"Oh hello." He said holding out his meaty hand so I could shake it. I did and it was greasy I quickly pulled my hand back.
"Oh its nothing I was eating some of the chicken over there." He said pointing to a table where a big plate of what I assumed was once chicken stood.
"Mom! Dad!" guess whose here Harry!" Shouted a young man.
He was tall and muscular with blond hair cut short army style.
I witness as both Petunia and Vernon face go completely white as the sound of Harry's name.
Next chapter will be up soon :)