Disclaimer: I own none of this save Naimh, Seàn and Eiblin cos I made them up.
At the final traffic lights before they would reach Private Drive Harry let out a sigh of relief. Soon, he would finally be out of this stifling car with it's overbearing silences the Dursley's shooting frightened glances at each other. Dudley was squashed so far against the door to get away from Harry that Harry was sure the door would give way under Dudley's bulk sooner rather than later. Petunia was shooting frightened glances at Harry's wand, which he was twirling between his fingers, and out the window, probably terrified that some would see her in a car with that 'thing' as they called it. Vermon was drumming his fingers on the wheel and checking his watch approximately every 10 seconds.
He turned to Harry and sneered "look here Boy, I have an extremely important client who is most probably waiting for me a home so you are going to stay in the car until you are aloud out. So there is absolutely no chance of us getting associated with your kind."
"Yes Uncle" Harry replied in a deadened tone. Vermon gave him a hard, suspicious glare before grunting in approval and switching his attention back to the road and driving on. Harry just fixed the memory of Vermon's face when he saw Moody's eye. Dudley squeaked in terror at the look on Harry face and tried to push himself closer to the door.
As they turned into number 4 Privet Drive Vermon drove the car around to the back and Harry guessed (quite accurately) that this was the first time the car had ever been there. Vermon usually liked to leave it out the front where all the neighbours could see it.
Harry made no attempt to move as the Dursley's vacated the car, Vermon merely rolled down the window's a crack and hissed to Harry "keep that thing out of sight" before hurrying out of sight.
As Harry sat in the car, all the thought's, all the questions he had tried to keep buried on the drive from the King's Cross Station threatened to rise back up. What Luna had said to him back in Hogwarts had helped a little but he still had a sickened feeling in his stomach and when he thought of Sirus it seemed to intensify.
He pushed thoughts of Sirus away and began to think about Dumbledore. Was he going to leave him here, open to Voldemort all summer? Would he tell Harry anything more? Would he behave to him this year like he had last year? Would he still have Harry followed? How long would he have to stay here? He wasn't to sure about Dumbledore but in the end he admitted to himself that he did need Dumbledore if he was to defeat Voldemort.
Just as this thought occurred to him, bring in it's wake hundreds of more questions focusing on Voldemort Vermon arrived and opened the car leaving Harry to carry his things in on his own. As he balanced his Firbolt and Hedwig in her cage on his trunk and dragged it inside all these questions rose up. How was he ment to defeat Voldemort? As he climbed the stairs he stopped to rest at every other step a new question occurred to him.
Would Dumbledore teach him how to defend himself?
Thunk, thunk
Who would teach DADA this year?
Thunk, thunk
Would he continue with the DA?
Thunk, thunk
How would he learn Occlumency this year, he was never going back to Snape.
Thunk thunk
He then arrived at the landing, he dragged his trunk into his room and looked up to see the most beautiful woman he had ever seen sitting cross-legged on his bed.