In the blink of an eye, more than a month of the summer holiday had passed, and Harry had spent the required amount of time at his aunt's house.
However, Harry had not gone to visit Ron's home as they had agreed at the end of term-the Weasley family had reopened Weasley Manor. Harry had already reserved his place as its first guest.
Two things, however, had kept Harry from making the trip for the time being.
First, the Weasley family had unexpectedly won the Daily Prophet's annual grand prize. Together with the Twins' business, this had greatly improved the family's finances, so the whole family had gone to Egypt to see their eldest son, Bill, and do some sightseeing while they were there.
Second, Harry had some things of his own to do.
The coast of the United Kingdom-an island nation had plenty of coastline.
Out in the open country beside a certain small town, thunder rumbled, lightning flashed, and rain poured down that day.
Harry stood in the downpour, a little excited and a little nervous.
He was excited because the plan he had been dragging his feet over for half a term, plus more than a month of the holidays, was finally nearing fruition. As for his nerves, standing out in the open in a thunderstorm like this, might he get struck by lightning?
The power of lightning striking down from the sky was nothing like that of the Lightning Spell within the Weather Charm.
Still, having Dobby beside him gave Harry a little reassurance. Dobby had spread a transparent dome, neither particularly large nor small, over Harry and himself, keeping the rain from soaking their clothes.
Speaking of clothes, Dobby deserved a mention.
Dobby's current outfit left Harry feeling rather helpless.
He wore a pair of