Harry Potter and the Eternal Pendant

Chapter 1 – Life with the Dursley's

The morning light flickered through the window of the smallest bedroom of 4 Privet Drive announcing the arrival of another fine day. The young man that lay in the bed rolled over trying to ignore the bright light that seemed determined to wake him. Why should I get up? He thought. What's the point? Harry rolled onto his back and opened his eyes completely to allow them to adjust to the morning haze. Each new summer day seemed to blur into the next. In the last three weeks the most exciting thing that had happened was his cousin Dudley's short fall down the stairs. This had been the result of Dudley's attempt to get away from Harry to quickly (after the incident last summer, Dudley's fear of Harry had now reached an insane level). The considerable extra bulk that Dudley carried made it very difficult for him to manoeuvre through tight spaces quickly and impossible for him to take them at a run. Dudley was half way down the stairs and, on seeing that Harry was about to mount the top of the stairs, decided to put more space between them and commenced running down the stairs. This had lead to Dudley's head on collision with the wall at the bottom of the stairs. Luckily Dudley's excess fat was great cushioning for his high speed impact. Dudley bounced off the wall and fell backwards to the bottom of the stairs were he lay, face up, staring at the ceiling, moaning. Harry had not rushed to help Dudley as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had. Instead Harry paced his decent down the stairs to get the most enjoyment out of seeing the beached whale form of Dudley at the base of the stairs. By the time Harry had reached the base of the stairs his Aunt and Uncle were already fussing over Dudley's huge form. Harry's Uncle had taken one look at this scene: Dudley lying at the base of the stairs like a turtle on its back and Harry standing over him with a grin, and had yelled 'get to your room and stay there boy'. As this incident occurred the day after Harry's return from Hogwarts, it had set the mood for the summer in the Dursley house hold. Dudley had not been seriously injured (a bump on the head was the worst of it) but this had not stopped Uncle Vernon coming into Harry's room shortly after and accusing Harry of doing something to Dudley to make him fall. Harry, having been strengthened by the show of support at the train station the day before had decided that he had had enough of Uncle Vernon and the treatment he received while at Privet Drive. Harry allowed Uncle Vernon to finish his usual tirade of how he had given Harry food, clothes and a place to sleep and that Harry was to stay in his room for the rest of the summer before Harry said anything.

"I didn't do anything to Dudley. He fell down the stairs because he is fat and stupid, he didn't need any help from me! I am sure that my friends will be very interested to find out that I have been imprisoned in my room a day after my return. I will have to note it in my next letter, which they will be expecting." Harry allowed these words to wash over Uncle Vernon like a cold shower. Vernon's face went from the usual angry purple shade to fade completely to an off white.

"I don't recall saying anything about imprisonment." Vernon replied.Harry could see his Uncle's mind working hard to ensure he would not have to meet with the strange group from the train station. Uncle Vernon finally concluded the episode by mumbling "I think it best if you just try and stay away from Dudley. He still has not recovered from the incident last summer. I don't think we need to mention this to your friends." With that Uncle Vernon had turned and left. And that had been Harry's longest conversation since returning to the Dursley's.

Harry had spent the rest of his holidays since then writing short notes to his best friends Hermione and Ron and, when necessary, notes to members of the Order of the Phoenix to let them know he was doing ok. Harry had decided not to bother advising any of them how much he hated his time with the Dursley's. He knew that all of them were aware of how much he didn't want to be at Privet Drive, but Harry also knew it was the safest place for him to be. But he was bored and lonely. The Dursley family had starting leaving the room when ever he entered. At first this had seemed good as when they left he could then do what ever he wanted, like watch the news uninterrupted, but after three weeks of it, it became depressing. Harry's feeling of loneliness seemed to amplify the pain he still felt keenly over Sirius' death. How could he face another day of this monotony? He looked at the clock. It read 8:00am. I had better wait another half hour before I get up. He thought, give Dudley time to finish his breakfast and get out of the house before I go down (Dudley had taken to leaving early in the morning to meet his friends and not returning until almost midnight). Harry rolled onto his side and looked out the open window. He noticed something moving towards it. Moments later he recognised it to be the barn owl that had been delivering the Daily Prophet to him since he had returned. Harry climbed out of bed, collected some coins from his desk then went to the window to pay the owl. Harry took his newspaper over to the desk and commenced reading it from cover to cover; he didn't want to miss anything like last year. There had been a few pieces of interest in the paper over the holidays but not much. Harry closed the paper both happy that there had not been a murder, but disappointed to find nothing. Harry had checked both the wizard and muggle news every day since his return to the Dursley house hold. There had been a couple of mysterious reports on the news that Harry felt were definitely Voldemort and his Death Eaters' style, but he could not share his suspicions with his friends as they were still trying to keep anything important out of the owl post (in case it was being watched). At the moment all he could do with these snippets of information was ponder them and what they could be leading up to.

Harry looked over at the clock. It was now after 9.30am and Harry felt it was safe to make his way down stairs for breakfast. He dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and quickly checked his reflection in the mirror. He had grown over the last year and all his cloths were starting to get a little short. Harry still received hand me downs from Dudley but these days Harry was matching Dudley in height and the clothes Harry was receiving were to now too short when he got them. His green eyes starred back at him examining his never flat black hair and ran down the length of his body. Though still lean he no longer had the look of an under fed boy, but an athletic young man. His legs where no longer weedy but muscular. His shoulders pushed on the edge of the shirts seems. It will do, he thought.

With a final glance Harry made his way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen were he made himself a couple of bacon sandwiches and sat down at the table to eat them and parous the daily paper that Uncle Vernon had left . This had become Harry's routine. Almost no human interaction to look forward to. Most of Harry's letters told him not to leave the house unless necessary and that they would be seeing him soon. How soon? Thought Harry. Not soon enough! was always his response. He decided to return to his room, as he did most days, and read a book (though he had read everything he owned). Anything to take his mind off the reality of his life. Not only was Harry a wizard, but he had recently found out that he was the target of one of the most evil wizards to have ever lived: Voldemort. Harry's mind had dwelled on the conversation he'd had with Dumbledore before the end of Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts. In particular, the prophecy. The thought of having to kill or be killed by Voldemort did little to improve Harry's state of mind.

Harry entered his room and dropped onto the bed. Harry absently looked through the books he had collected since he had learned that he belonged in the wizarding community. After looking through his books twice he gave up on trying to find something. Since the Dementors had joined Voldemort, Harry's last means of escape (his walks outside) from the Dursley house hold had been removed. The most out door exposure Harry had had was doing the weeding for his Aunt. Harry had actually offered to do this as it gave him a physical activity and at least he got to be outside (even if it was just the back yard). Harry felt more trapped then he had ever felt while staying at Privet Drive. He threw his books into his school trunk and lied back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. What now? He thought. Harry's mind filled with images as it always did when he did not occupy it with something else. Images of the battle at the Ministry of Magic flooded his mind; Sirius death, the meeting with Voldemort, Hermione's collapse, Neville's screams of pain, the images had no order. He couldn't seem to stop them. He had relived that night over and over again in his head. His dreams were haunted by them. Why didn't I listen to Hermione? She tried to tell me it was a trap, why didn't I listen to her? This question brought more pain as an image of Hermione smiling before him appeared in his mind. Just as quickly as it had appeared it changed to the image of Hermione's body unconscious on the floor in the Department of Mysteries. Harry's thoughts consumed him as they did on many days and eventually the effort of reliving the battle over and over again in his mind exhausted him and he drifted off into sleep.

He woke hours later to the sound of this Aunt calling his name. She called again, louder this time. Harry sat up in bed and wiped his eyes. What have I done now? He thought in his sleepy haze. Aunt Petunia called a third time, louder, if that was possible. Harry moved to the door, opened it and called back "Yes?"

"You have a phone call."

A call. For me? Who do I know who knows how to use the phone? Harry thought to himself as he made his way down the stairs to the phone in the entrance hall.

"Hello." Harry spoke into the receiver.

"Hello Harry?" it was Hermione. Of course, thought Harry.Harry had never been so happy to hear her voice. "How are you?" her voice was filled with concern. "Your letters have been less then informative."

"Sorry" Harry said. "I just haven't really had too much to say. I mean, it's not like there is a lot I can do. Though I haven't been directly told not to leave the house, I don't really feel like risking it at the moment."

"I'm sure Dumbledore has ensured that there is protection for you Harry," Hermione said. Harry took that to mean that he was still being watched by a member of the Order.

"I would still rather not. Not after last summer. Dudley still blames me for the whole incident and he is completely terrified of me. He almost gave himself concussion trying to get away from me just after I got back. As boring as it is inside this house, at least it's safe." Harry replied. "Besides, don't you know what has been going on, aren't you staying at the Order" Hermione's letters had been about as informative as his, he therefore assumed that she was at the Order of the Phoenix's headquarters, though he hadn't been sure.

"Um, no, my parents decided that since they had not seen me for a while, that they wanted me to stay at home for the whole of this holidays. I'm not allowed to go at all. But I will see you at Hogwarts and maybe we can meet in Diagon Alley when I get my school things. "

"Oh, well that would be great if we could. Has anyone said anything to you about me getting out of here?" Harry asked tentatively.

"Um, no, not that I have heard. But as I haven't been there and the letters haven't been very informative I can't really say what they have planned. I'm sure that it won't be long though". Hermione replied encouragingly. Harry was less enthusiastic. "Anyway" Hermione went on "I thought you would like to know, I found out that we receive our O.W.L.s tomorrow. I thought I would let you know." Always concerned about grades, Harry thought, just like Hermione. Harry had also read that the OWLs would be sent to students in the Daily Prophet but he didn't let Hermione know that. He didn't want her to think that her call had been a waste of time.

"Excellent" Harry said with little enthusiasm. "I was looking forward to seeing how few OWLs I get."

"Why do you think you will not do well?" Hermione asked. "I thought you were confident in the exams?

"I may not have been as confident as I let on. Though I do think I did alright in the Defence against the Dark Arts exam. It will probably be the only OWL I'll get." Harry responded. He hadn't given that much thought to the results, not with everything else.

"I'm sure that's not true Harry, you studied so hard for the exams. Anyway I want you to call me tomorrow when you get your exam results. I would get Ron to as well but I think it might be safer if he sticks with the owl post." Harry smiled remembering the attempt Ron had made to call him during summer break after his second year at Hogwarts.

"Ok, I will." Harry said dubiously "but only if you promise not to laugh if I don't get very many."

"I would never do that Harry!" Hermione's voice sounded shocked and a little offended on the other end of the line. "Besides, I'm sure you have done well."

"Yeah, well I guess we will know tomorrow."

"Yeah, tomorrow." Hermione'svoice seemed to almost trail off as if her mind was on something else. Harry couldn't think of anything else to say so he waited for Hermione to resume talking. After an uncomfortable silence, that seemed to go forever to Harry, Hermione spoke.

"Harry I didn't just call to let you know about the exams," she began awkwardly.

"Oh?" Harry replied curiously

"I also wanted to talk to you about Sirius as well." Hermione concluded. "Only if you want to." Hermione had quickly added in case the mere mention of Sirius's name would be too much for Harry to handle.

"Anything in particular about Sirius that you wanted to discuss?" Harry new he was being purposely vague, but couldn't help himself. All he had been thinking about over the last few weeks seemed to flood his mind. Why did Hermione have to mention Sirius? He thought. We were having a nice little conversation. And for a short time his mind had been occupied by something else.

"Oh Harry," Hermione said, her voice sounded on the edge of tears. "I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish I had been able to help more. I really liked Sirius. He was a good man. He didn't deserve what happened to him."

"Yeah, well, its' my fault. If had just listened to you. He wouldn't be... be..." Harry still couldn't bring himself to say it. Angrily he wiped away tears that had formed in his eyes. His voice seemed to catch in his throat. "Gone," he finally concluded.

"That's not true Harry. No one forced Sirius to leave the headquarters. And we did try and check if he was still at home. There was no way you could have known that it was a trap. You can't blame yourself Harry. It wasn't your fault and blaming yourself will not bring him back." Hermione's voice seemed to grow stronger as she spoke as if she truly believed the words she spoke. Harry however, thought that she was simply saying it to make him feel better. It didn't.

"Harry? Are you still there?" Harry had not been able to respond to Hermione's statements and his prolonged silence obviously concerned her.

"I'm still here," he replied quietly.

"I didn't mean to upset you, I just wanted to be sure that you are ok and are not about to do anything... rash," Hermione seemed to be choosing her words very carefully.

"Well I'm not planning on leading anyone else to their death if that is what you mean." Harry replied with a bit more bitterness then was necessary. He wasn't angry at Hermione. He was angry at himself.

"Well that wasn't quite what I meant." Hermione replied.

"Hermione, I haven't even left the house and all I seem to receive are warnings. I'm not about to do anything." Harry said in a mono-toned voice.

"Well ok Harry." Hermione said as if that was settled. "Well, call me tomorrow when you get your OWL results. I hope I passed." Hermione gave Harry her phone number and they said their good byes.

After the call Harry did feel a bit better. But Harry thought he should have said more about the incident at the Ministry. Harry felt bad about the whole thing, not only because of Sirius, but also because he almost gotten his two best friends killed. The sight of Hermione collapsing still haunted him. Ron's incapacitation still gave him chills. He felt he owed them for risking their lives at his demanding. At the very least he owed them an apology. He resolved to apologise to Hermione and Ron when he next spoke to them. It was mid afternoon and Harry now felt even more alone then he had before Hermione had called. The brief human contact Hermione had given him had helped him forget his troubles and his loneliness for a short time and now that it was gone he thought his loneliness consume him. He wandered around the lounge room trying to think of something to do. His eyes fell on the small stained oak and glass cabinet that contained Uncle Vernon's special wines and spirits and remembered Ron's desire to try fire whisky at the Hogshead. The memory of Ron only depressed him further and he decided to return to his room to think there.

The next morning Harry awoke with a feeling of expectation and excitement. Though he hadn't given much thought to the OWL results since the start of the holidays, now that he knew that they were going to arrive, he found himself nervous. He looked around the room and noticed that Hedwig was not there. Out hunting? He thought. Not normally during the day. His wondering did not last long as he noticed Hedwig outside moving toward the window. As she glided in Harry noticed that she had a letter in her beak. Hedwig dropped the letter on top of him and landed on the bed head. Harry sat up in bed and reached over to Hedwig to pat her gently in thank you and checked the letter. It was from the Ministry of Magic. It was his results. He looked at Hedwig. "How did you know?" he asked out load not really expecting a response. Hedwig gave a soft hoot in support and then she seemed to look directly at the letter in his hands as if waiting for his results. Harry smiled to himself, appreciating the support his owl offered him. His attention returned to the letter in his hand. Slowly he turned the letter over and opened the seal. "Here we go," he whispered. He pulled out the parchment and scanned it quickly until he reached the part he was interested in. It wasn't as bad as he had expected. He quickly scanned his results.

Defence against the Dark Arts – Outstanding

History of Magic – Poor

Charms – Exceeds Expectations

Care of Magical Creatures – Exceeds Expectations

Transfiguration – Exceeds Expectations

Divination – Poor

Potions – Outstanding

Herbology – Acceptable

Astronomy – Acceptable

Total Ordinary Wizard Level earned: 9

In total he had received 9 O.W.Ls. Harry couldn't believe it. He had passed everything (except Divination and History of Magic) and he had even received the grades required to get him into the classes required to become an Auror. For a moment Harry was happy. He wanted to race down stairs and call Hermione to tell her his results. She would be so impressed and maybe he could gloss over the Divination and History of Magic results so she wouldn't know that he failed a subject. He got up quickly and dressed and made his way down stairs. He picked up the phone and dialled Hermione's number. It was only 8.00am but Harry new that Hermione would be up and waiting for him to call. As Harry dialled, his Aunt put her head out of the kitchen into the hall way.

"Who are you calling?" Aunt Petunia demanded.

"A friend." Harry replied shortly.

"Well, don't be to long!" she snapped and returned to the kitchen. Harry continued to dial shaking his head.

The phone rang for a short period until a very excited female voice said "Hello?" on the other end of the line. Harry knew straight away that it was Hermione. Had she been waiting beside the phone for me to call, Harry thought.

"Hello Hermione," Harry replied happily.

"So, how did you go?" Hermione demanded almost before he had finished his greeting. Harry smiled to himself.

"9 O.W.Ls." Harry replied happily. "You?"

"Harry, that's excellent. Oh, I got 12." Hermione said. They discussed their results for a while and Harry was glad Hermione did not question him about his Divination and History of Magic results. The conversation then drifted to what subjects they would do for their final years at Hogwarts. Harry became uncomfortable when Hermione began explaining her choice of subjects as she also discussed the fields that she was considering going into after school. Harry wasn't sure if he still wanted to be an Auror when he finished school, or if he would even get the opportunity to try. The words of the prophecy filled his head and Harry zoned out of the conversation lost in his own thoughts. Hermione brought Harry back when Harry realised that Hermione was calling his name on the other end of the line.

"Harry, Harry, are you still there?" Hermione called.

"Um, yes, sorry Hermione."

"Are you ok Harry?" Hermione asked her voice full of concern.

"Yes, I'm fine. I just haven't thought too much about what I will do after school finishes, that's all," Harry answered quietly.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry. Of course you have had other things on your mind." They sat in silence for a few moments until Harry remembered that he wanted to apologise to Hermione about the incident at the Ministry earlier that year.

"Um Hermione?" Harry started

"Yes?"

"I just wanted to say how sorry I am for what happened at the Ministry to you. You were almost killed," Harry whispered, feeling a lump rise in his throat as he spoke. "And it was my fault that you were there. I'm sorry."

"Don't be ridiculous Harry. I choose to go there. You didn't force me and if I'd been paying attention I might not have ended up the way I did. There is absolutely nothing for you to be sorry for." Hermione replied in a clear voice and though Harry did not believe her, he appreciated her saying it. Feeling happier Harry asked, "so what have you been doing over the holidays at home?"

"I have been spending a bit of time with my mum. She wanted to have a bit of quality time with me before I go back to school. I think that my parents have felt a bit distant from me since I went to Hogwarts and my mum wanted to bridge that. Its' been nice." Hermione said happily. "What about you?"

"As I said yesterday, nothing," Harry replied.

"I'm sure that they are already planning to come and get you Harry. You won't be there much longer." Hermione said trying to sound positive. Harry imagined the rest of the holidays continuing as they had and began to feel depressed. Harry wasn't sure why but he now really wanted to get off the phone. The brief conversations with Hermione only seemed to exacerbate his feeling of loneliness.

"Look, Hermione my Aunt is hurrying me off the phone. I had better go," Harry lied.

"Oh, ok then Harry." Came Hermione's disappointed voice. "Oh, before you go Harry?"

"Yes?"

"Happy Birthday for tomorrow!" Hermione said simply.

"Thanks Hermione," Harry said quietly. "Bye" and before waiting for a response Harry put the phone down. Harry had forgotten it was his sixteenth birthday the next day. Now that he remembered it did little to improve his mode. Another birthday spent with no one who cares. Harry wished that just once, he could have a birthday like everyone else. Spending a day with friends and family who actually wanted him around. He sighed and began pacing the hallway. What to do now? he thought. I have to get out of here, even if just for a little while. Harry decided that to walk to the near by playground. It was still relatively early in the morning and Harry felt that the risks were minimal. He quickly went back to his room to grab his wand before leaving the house, For just in case. He may not have walked this path for almost a year, but he still remembered every part of it. It seemed to Harry that time almost stood still in this area as the houses, trees, shrubs, fences; even the footpath never seemed to change.

When he reached the park he found happy toddlers playing with their mothers in the sand box. Young children playing on the swings while parents and guardians watched from close by. A group of boys in their early teens were playing a game of cricket on the small open area. Harry sat under an old oak in the shade, watching the activity around him but not really taking it in. His mind wandered over everything that had happened since he had started at Hogwarts. His mind then went back to the main problem it had been dealing with since the start of the holidays – Voldemort. All the people around him seemed so trouble free and happy in the sun shine, except him. Their happiness seemed to increase his depression. After about an hour Harry felt that the house was more of a sanctuary then he originally thought, as it protected him not only from his enemies but also removed him from the rest of the world reducing his encounters with other people. Harry found that he could not predict what his mood would be from one moment to the next when faced with a crowd. Harry stood up and walked back to his holiday home/prison.

It was midday by the time he got back and, as he had not yet eaten he decided to make himself some lunch and read the paper before returning to his usual hangout of his bedroom. The paper showed nothing of interest and he returned to his room to wait for the day to end. He occupied himself by re-reading the books on defence against dark magic that Professor Lupin and Sirius had given him the previous Christmas. He had read them before but as he was not allowed to practise them (as he was still an underage Wizard) he felt it was the best preparation he could do over the holidays. By 7pm his Aunt had called him to dinner (which he ate alone before the other members of the household) and by the time he had finished Harry was definitely bored. I have to get out of here, I need to take my mind of things, some how. Harry thought. His mind wondered back to Uncle Vernon's special spirits cabinet. No I couldn't, Harry thought. I would get into trouble, like that was something new! But the more he thought about it the more he thought, why not. Its' my 16th birthday tomorrow and I want to do something, anything. Harry made the decision to break into Uncle Vernon's cabinet and go for a walk. He knew it was stupid even before he did it, but he was tired of being safe and knew (through boys locker room talk that alcohol can relieve the mind, if only for a brief period). Who will know? He thought to himself.

Harry returned to his room to collect his wand, his invisibility cloak (no point in being completely stupid he thought)and his lock picking tool (a trick he had learnt from Fred and George in his second year) and returned down stairs. The Dursleys' were in the kitchen eating their dinner and Harry moved quickly into the living room and proceeded to the liquor cabinet and as quietly as he could began picking the lock. He opened the door and looked at the choice in front of him. As Harry had never had alcohol before he had no idea what any of them tasted like or which he would prefer. In the end he decided on an expensive looking bottle of scotch in the back row (deciding it would take longer for Uncle Vernon to realise it was missing rather than a bottle from the front row). He removed the bottle and quickly relocked the cabinet. As Harry moved to the front door he covered himself with the invisibility blanket before going outside. He quietly opened the door and walked out into the warm evening summer night. After he closed the door he quickly the street to be sure it was safe. Once he was sure the coast was clear he began walking the path back to the park he had been to earlier that day figuring that it would be empty now as it was supposed to be closed. The walk did not take long and after a brief struggle over the fence (trying to keep himself covered by the cloak and not drop his bottle at the same time) he returned to under the oak he had sat under earlier that day. Once comfortable leaning against the tree he opened the bottle and took a short swig. The contents burned his throat on the way down and his eyes began to water in response. It not to bad he lied to himself as he began to cough. He took another longer swig quickly before he could talk himself out of it. This time it was easier. By the forth swig his body seemed to have become accustom to the burning sensation and his coughing subsided. Harry sat under the tree looking out over the park and the stars as they became clearer in the sky as time passed. He had gone through a quarter of the bottle before he realised that it was having the effect he had hoped for. His mind was blank lost in the beauty of the night. It was quiet in the park until Harry heard movement behind him. He quickly checked that he was covered by the cloak was completely covering him. Once he was sure he was not visible he peaked his head around the tree. It was a young couple, no more then 18 walking hand in hand across the park. They looked happy and carefree, he thought absently to himself. Why can't I have a relationship like that? His relationship with Cho, one that he had wanted for years had not turned out to be as great as he had hoped. The couple moved on and Harry lent back against the tree, thinking about if he would ever have a happy relationship in his life. He continued to drink from his stolen bottle in hopes of drowning this new unhappy thought. The hours went by and he realised that it had to be past midnight by the location of the moon in the sky. Harry checked his bottle (this was becoming difficult as his eyes where being to blur by this point) at least half the bottle was gone. Time to go home, he thought. He tried to stand and found it extremely difficult. He braced himself against the tree until he was fully standing and went to take a step. This did not go well. His feet became tangled in the cloak and he fell forward. Unable to stop himself Harry fell straight onto his face. That should have really hurt, he thought by amazingly he didn't feel it. He was attempting to get back up when he heard a voice behind him.

"Need some help there son?" the voice was familiar but in Harry's current condition he couldn't place it. "I think its time I took you home." Harry looked up to see if he could see the face that belonged to the voice, but there was no one there. He looked all around him. Harry could not see anyone. 'Great' Harry though 'now I am hearing things'. Just then he felt himself being lifted of the ground and onto his feet.

"Whose there?" Harry whispered.

"Moody, I am under my invisibility cloak. Are you ok?" Mad Eye Moody asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine" Harry replied unsteadily. But suddenly he wasn't fine. In fact he felt very ill. His head began to spin and his stomach felt like it was doing summersaults. Before he could stop it the contents of his stomach made its way up his throat and out of his mouth. Luckily most of it landed on the ground though some had ended up down Harry's front.

"Ok, lets get you home," Moody said in an amused voice and he began slowly walking Harry towards the edge of the park on the way back to the Dursley's.

"What are you doing here?" Harry asked wiping his mouth with the back of his lose hand.

"Keeping an eye on you of course," Moody replied. "You didn't honestly think that we had stopped did you?"

"No I guess not." Harry suddenly realised that Moody must have been watching him the entire time. He felt ashamed of himself. He had thought on one would see. Harry kept his mouth shut for the remainder of the trip back to his summer home as he did not trust himself to keep what was left in his stomach in there unless he did. Moody kindly left Harry to his silence. Considering Harry staggered most of the way the trip took a surprisingly short time and before Harry knew it he was standing in front of the Dursley's door.

"Can you make it to your room ok on your own?" Moody asked

"Sure," Harry replied swaying dangerously. Moody laughed quietly to himself and proceeded to open the door and quietly assist Harry to his upstairs bedroom. Once there Moody removed Harry's cloak and proceeded to clean the small amount of vomit from it and Harry with a cleaning spell. Moody then allowed Harry to collapse onto his bed.

"By the way, Happy Birthday Harry." Moody said before disapparating with a small pop. Harry however did not hear this as he had passed out as soon as he hit the bed.