Night falls over Privet Drive as Harry sits silently in his room thinking
over everything that has happened during that last year of Hogwarts. The
horror he had seen. His mind kept giving him flashbacks of Cedric Diggory
now gone forever. He saw the wretched face of Voldemort. And he saw the
people that fought for Voldemort's sake. And the craziest part, he'd
rather be over in that world then at his house in Privet Drive, where right
now he could hear Mr. Dursley talking about some political joke to some
visitors.
He heard everyone downstairs let out a brief and forced laugh. Then the next thing he knew someone was coming up the steps. Thud. Thud. Thud. Mr. Dursley burst into the room. "Come here, Potter!" he commanded Harry.
Harry obediently stood up followed Mr. Dursley down the stairs, past the cupboard, and into the living room where in a nice circle sat Mrs. Dursley and a man in a suit. Mr. Dursley smiled nervously, "This is him. Harry. This is the kid who's getting the whole family name into trouble every day as we know it. We can't trust him for a minute. We're the top of the family the tomorrow we'll be the bottom. "
The man in the suit looked to Harry, "yes I see what you mean. Well, if this is to be my new home then, we'll have to do something about this, this boy."
"Excuse me, but who are you?" asked Harry in a quiet but strong voice.
"I, boy, am your great Uncle Malvous! I have currently been set out of work and have come here to live with you and your fine family."
Harry looked to his Aunt who was glaring at him but Harry continued to ask questions,
"But where will he sleep?"
Mr. Dursley looked over to Malvous who looked back to Mr. Dursley. Without an answer Mr. Dursley picked up Harry by the collar and began carrying him somewhere. the cupboard under the stairs. "You liked it here very much at one point. And you'll like it here again."
Harry hit the ground with a huge thump while Mr. Dursley slammed closed the door. For the next hour all he heard was drilling and a long course of evil laughter. At one point they removed the door and put in cold metal. When they were finally finished the metal door was full of twenty locks and had a little slot for slipping in small proportions of food and drink.
Harry sat silently to hear what would happen next. Someone went up the stairs. Then returned back down with something. Hedwig! He heard Hedwig squawking his head off. The front door opened. The cage door opened. Harry could no longer hear Hedwig. Instead he heard his two Uncles. "How do you know this we'll keep him locked up in there?" asked Mr. Dursley
"Only the brightest of wizards could get through those locks. And they'd have to be a pretty bright," answered Malvous.
"Bright meaning very intelligent?"
"No, bright meaning color, voice, perk! It'll be impossible for anyone to break through!"
Harry sat up against the back of the broom closet wishing that by some luck. He'd be able to break free from the chains that were going to hold him back from ever going to Hogwarts. He needed to be at Hogwarts. It was his home. It was the only place where he had people who loved and cared about him. And it was the only place where he had people who he could love and care about. And all that had been taken away from him, all in one night.
He heard everyone downstairs let out a brief and forced laugh. Then the next thing he knew someone was coming up the steps. Thud. Thud. Thud. Mr. Dursley burst into the room. "Come here, Potter!" he commanded Harry.
Harry obediently stood up followed Mr. Dursley down the stairs, past the cupboard, and into the living room where in a nice circle sat Mrs. Dursley and a man in a suit. Mr. Dursley smiled nervously, "This is him. Harry. This is the kid who's getting the whole family name into trouble every day as we know it. We can't trust him for a minute. We're the top of the family the tomorrow we'll be the bottom. "
The man in the suit looked to Harry, "yes I see what you mean. Well, if this is to be my new home then, we'll have to do something about this, this boy."
"Excuse me, but who are you?" asked Harry in a quiet but strong voice.
"I, boy, am your great Uncle Malvous! I have currently been set out of work and have come here to live with you and your fine family."
Harry looked to his Aunt who was glaring at him but Harry continued to ask questions,
"But where will he sleep?"
Mr. Dursley looked over to Malvous who looked back to Mr. Dursley. Without an answer Mr. Dursley picked up Harry by the collar and began carrying him somewhere. the cupboard under the stairs. "You liked it here very much at one point. And you'll like it here again."
Harry hit the ground with a huge thump while Mr. Dursley slammed closed the door. For the next hour all he heard was drilling and a long course of evil laughter. At one point they removed the door and put in cold metal. When they were finally finished the metal door was full of twenty locks and had a little slot for slipping in small proportions of food and drink.
Harry sat silently to hear what would happen next. Someone went up the stairs. Then returned back down with something. Hedwig! He heard Hedwig squawking his head off. The front door opened. The cage door opened. Harry could no longer hear Hedwig. Instead he heard his two Uncles. "How do you know this we'll keep him locked up in there?" asked Mr. Dursley
"Only the brightest of wizards could get through those locks. And they'd have to be a pretty bright," answered Malvous.
"Bright meaning very intelligent?"
"No, bright meaning color, voice, perk! It'll be impossible for anyone to break through!"
Harry sat up against the back of the broom closet wishing that by some luck. He'd be able to break free from the chains that were going to hold him back from ever going to Hogwarts. He needed to be at Hogwarts. It was his home. It was the only place where he had people who loved and cared about him. And it was the only place where he had people who he could love and care about. And all that had been taken away from him, all in one night.