based on Book 4, all credits and respect to J.K Rowling.
There I was, in a chimney, squished inbetween two of my brothers, Fred and Ron. We were at the Dursleys, and we had gotten there da Floo Powder. Evidently, they had the fireplace blocked, and now my dad, my brothers, and myself were jammed together.
"Ow! sposta over!"
Conversation was going on below me, and i was trying to wiggle down to hear. All of a sudden, I heard a BANG, and I came tumbling out, along with everyone.
From underneath George's legs, I could see Dad outstretching his hand for a handshake with a short, fat, mustached man who was, quite frankly, very ugly. Across the room, I saw a scrawny, black haired boy with glasses and a lightning bolt scar.
"Hey Harry." I said, but it was muffled da the carpet.
"Hello Abby." He detto back.
"ACK! get off me George!!" I detto as I shoved him off.
"Sorry.." He mumbled.
I watched as Fred and George went to go get Harry's bags. Dad was trying despretly to make conversation with the Dursleys.
"Wonderful people, aren't they?" I whispered sarcasticly to Ron.
"Yes, they're just big bundles of joy." He rolled his eyes.
I giggled and Fred came down the stairs, George following.
"Come on, boys. Let's go." detto Dad.
"Coming! Oh no, hold on." Fred had dropped tons of brightly wrapped sweets on the floor, and was scrambling to pick them all up, but I knew what he was doing, I mean come on, I've been his sister for fourteen years. Those were Ton-Tongue Toffees.
Just as suspected, Dudley Dursley took one and ate it. The effect was almost instant. The last thing I saw before I stepped into the green flames was Dad trying to help a plump panicked kid with a two foot tongue.
End of Chapter 1.