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He had been stuck in the Dursley's house for three tedious weeks, but it wasn't as bad as it normally was though. The Dursleys were terrified of the witches and wizards in the order coming to their house so they had given him more leeway. He was not getting many letters telling him anything useful because of fear of the owls being intercepted but his friends were still writing to him to cheer him up. He still missed Sirius though and he doubted if he would ever stop missing him.
He was going to the Weasley's soon. He had no doubt of that. He just wished he knew exactly when. The hardest part of waiting at the Dursleys was that he never knew what was going to happen, and when it was going to happen.
" Harry, get up now?" asked Aunt Petunia from downstairs. " Its almost nine, you lazy boy."
" O.K., I'm up," replied Harry. The fact was that he had been up since dawn. His scar woke him up for the fifth time since he got back to the Dursley's. But that was not unusual anymore. Since the return of Voldemort a year ago his scar has been prickling at varying intensities according to Voldemort's mood or if he was close to Harry.
" Well then, get down here and eat and do your chores," said Aunt Petunia impatiently.
Harry was still in Dudley's second bedroom but it was not as crowded as it had been. All of the broken toys had been removed and gotten rid of. His trunk and everything else he owned were able to fit with plenty of room to spare. He had gotten all of his homework done the first week of the holidays so he would have the rest of the summer to do what he wanted. It took him the entire week though. He just hopped it was no a sign of how much homework they would be getting in the next year. The results of his O.W.L.s should be coming soon, but he was not worried about them because he thought he would do fine.
Harry went down to have breakfast when he realized there was a letter next to his plate. Nobody else seemed to notice since they were all watching Dudley open his presents. Of course, how could he forget, today was Dudley's birthday. When he picked up the letter he recognized the writing on the envelope. His heart leapt. It was from Dumbledor. Maybe now he would find out some things, but the letter felt really thin. It was odd though that Dumbledor was using Muggle post. He wanted to wait until later to open it, away from the Dursleys but curiosity was killing him. He slowly opened it. There was a really long letter from Dumbledor.
Harry,
I hope you are well but there is something I did not think about when I talked to you at the end of the year. And this is the easiest, safest way I can communicate with you. Please read the entire letter through.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~********************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN: End of Chapter one. please R&R . depending on the reviews I'll consider writing more =)
He had been stuck in the Dursley's house for three tedious weeks, but it wasn't as bad as it normally was though. The Dursleys were terrified of the witches and wizards in the order coming to their house so they had given him more leeway. He was not getting many letters telling him anything useful because of fear of the owls being intercepted but his friends were still writing to him to cheer him up. He still missed Sirius though and he doubted if he would ever stop missing him.
He was going to the Weasley's soon. He had no doubt of that. He just wished he knew exactly when. The hardest part of waiting at the Dursleys was that he never knew what was going to happen, and when it was going to happen.
" Harry, get up now?" asked Aunt Petunia from downstairs. " Its almost nine, you lazy boy."
" O.K., I'm up," replied Harry. The fact was that he had been up since dawn. His scar woke him up for the fifth time since he got back to the Dursley's. But that was not unusual anymore. Since the return of Voldemort a year ago his scar has been prickling at varying intensities according to Voldemort's mood or if he was close to Harry.
" Well then, get down here and eat and do your chores," said Aunt Petunia impatiently.
Harry was still in Dudley's second bedroom but it was not as crowded as it had been. All of the broken toys had been removed and gotten rid of. His trunk and everything else he owned were able to fit with plenty of room to spare. He had gotten all of his homework done the first week of the holidays so he would have the rest of the summer to do what he wanted. It took him the entire week though. He just hopped it was no a sign of how much homework they would be getting in the next year. The results of his O.W.L.s should be coming soon, but he was not worried about them because he thought he would do fine.
Harry went down to have breakfast when he realized there was a letter next to his plate. Nobody else seemed to notice since they were all watching Dudley open his presents. Of course, how could he forget, today was Dudley's birthday. When he picked up the letter he recognized the writing on the envelope. His heart leapt. It was from Dumbledor. Maybe now he would find out some things, but the letter felt really thin. It was odd though that Dumbledor was using Muggle post. He wanted to wait until later to open it, away from the Dursleys but curiosity was killing him. He slowly opened it. There was a really long letter from Dumbledor.
Harry,
I hope you are well but there is something I did not think about when I talked to you at the end of the year. And this is the easiest, safest way I can communicate with you. Please read the entire letter through.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~********************************~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ AN: End of Chapter one. please R&R . depending on the reviews I'll consider writing more =)
