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Number Four Privet Drive

Eyes wide closed

     Harry's summer had been less eventful than the summer before, in fact it had been less eventful than all the summers since he had begun at Hogwarts. But this summer, unlike the one before, the un-eventfulness had been his own fault. Harry had effectively cut himself off from the rest of the world, being that the Dursley's are not part of any world. Well, Dudley himself could make his own universe at this point. He had grown rounder this year as a result of his newly acquired drinking habit. Harry found this habit appalling, but was very amused when Aunt Petunia found a collection of beer bottles in Dudley's closet.

     Aunt Petunia had been rather bearable on the whole, being that Aunt Petunia could never be nice. She had stopped making Harry do things around the house, and couldn't really care where he went, just as long as her little Dudley-kins was safe. Safe may have been the biggest understatement of the year, nothing was safe anymore and Harry knew it.

     Even though in the back of his head, he knew that he should be with the Order, something was holding him back. Maybe fear or blame, but all Harry knew is that he couldn't face Ron and Hermione with the same ideals. That hope that he was the one that would save them all was gone. And he didn't want to risk losing them too. The great legend of Harry Potter was just a mistake, nothing more, he was no different then the next kid. If things had been different it would have been the great legend of Neville Longbottom.

     Not to mention on top of all this newfound confusion, Harry had to add the fact that he had lead to the death of the only family he had left. Talking to people wasn't on his agenda of things to do. So the letters from Ron and Hermione had begun to form a heap on his dresser.

     So Harry lay on his bed wide-awake, he could no longer blame the hum of the fan for his insomnia, for there was a light breeze that caressed him though the open window. But tonight it wasn't guilt that was keeping him up, but anticipation that tomorrow he would be going home. Back to the only place that he remotely belonged.

     Suddenly his thoughts were shattered by a crash coming from outside his window, followed by those all too familiar word, "POTTER!!", Uncle Vernon bellowed as he shot up in bed.

     "Darling what is it?" Aunt Petunia muttered half asleep.

     "It's that damned boy; he's done something AGAIN!" the extremely portly man said as he tied his bathrobe around him.

     Aunt Petunia was now looking out of the window, "It's not the boy; it's Dudley." Aunt Petunia was now flying down the stair, with the hem of her nightgown leaving a soft trail behind her. She knelt down next her generously proportioned son, who was now lying at the base of the Jacob's Latter that had, until moments earlier, been attached to the house. "What in the name of heaven were you doing out past two? I thought you were in bed at eleven?" And then it struck her, as she looked down at her inebriated son, then her demeanor changed. "Drinking again were you?" She said almost screaming her pupils dilated under the dim street light of Privet Drive. When she was about to let hell lose on the boy, Uncle Vernon spoke up.

     "Petunia... you don't want the neighbors-"
     "Of course Vernon." She said still rigid with anger. "Dudley get inside." So Dudley really tried to get inside, but to no avail. In the end Vernon had to drag him inside, for the neighbors were beginning to wake up due to the commotion.

     Harry lay in bed and fought to hold back his laughter, and finally he smiled. Well, those damned people are good for a thing or two, well maybe just one thing. Harry closed his eyes, and fell asleep with images of Hogwarts dancing in his mind's eye. Merlyn, he couldn't wait to get home. And with the thought of home in his head, he finally drifted off to a peaceful sleep, something that he hadn't done in what felt like ages.