Heh, this is my first Harry Potter fan fic so please be gentle. I
absolutely love reading the books and decided it was high time to write a
fic.
STORY:
Privet Drive was always silent at four in the morning. This morning, however, one of the inhabitants on number four was restless. Harry Potter was pacing his bedroom, pausing every so often looking out of the window. The Dursley's were all still asleep; Harry could hear Dudley snoring loudly from the next room.
As he stopped to look out of the window once more, he saw the black silhouette slowly enlarging as it neared. Hedwig landed on the window with the letter tied to her leg. Harry smiled and stroked the snowy owls stomach as he untied the letter from her leg. Hedwig nipped his hand affectionately and spread her large wings again, flying to her cage for a good long nap. Harry sat on his bed and ripped open the letter.
Harry,
Mum wants you to come over for the rest of the holiday, ask the muggles if you're allowed to stay. We'll come and pick you up Friday at three. Dad said we shouldn't use Floo Powder again so we'll be coming in dad's new flying car. Mum's not best pleased but dad promised he wouldn't let any of us even touch it so it stays locked up in the garage most of the time.
Fred and George being as annoying as usual and Percy's so wrapped up in work he'd never come home if he had the choice. Ginny and mum can't wait for you to come round and Charlie's stopping around for a bit.
See you Friday.
Ron.
Harry laughed gleefully at the letter. He wouldn't let the Dursley's keep him from spending the rest of the holiday at 'The Burrow'. The closer he was to the wizarding world, the better. Hedwig hooted sleepily at him as he made his way over to the desk. Switching on the lamp, he pulled out a fresh page of parchment from the drawer and began scribbling a note to Ron.
Something small and feathery hit him around the head. He looked up to see Pig flying rapidly in circles around the light shade. Harry smiled and grabbed him pulling off the note attached to his leg. Pig hooted happily in Harry's hand and fluttered onto the desk to watch him.
Harry,
I dunno whether you got the other letter but dad cant pick you up on Friday, we're coming on Thursday instead, have all your stuff ready wont you? Dad's got to get back home to go to do some extra shifts at the Ministry.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Ron.
Harry looked at his watch. It was now five in the morning. Uncle Vernon would be waking up soon for another boring day at Grunnings, his company that made drills, and Aunt Petunia would be ready for another day, peering out of the window through next doors sweet peas.
Looking around his room, Harry spotted the photo he had framed. It was his dad and his best friend from Hogwarts, Sirius Black. Harry picked the photo up and looked down at the pair. As it was a wizard's photo, the people in it moved. Harry's dad, James Potter, had his arm around Sirius' shoulders, and Sirius was smiling and waving up at Harry.
Pig hooted at Harry, who looked back at the tiny owl, who was now hopping along the table and back again. Harry put the photo down and put Pig into Hedwig's cage. An alarm sounded, distantly, closely followed by a grunt. Harry knew Uncle Vernon was awake. He shut the window and walked to the door.
Vernon's heavy footfalls came closer to Harry's room. Harry darted across the room and scooped up the two letters, shoving them in his pockets just as Uncle Vernon opened the door. Vernon surveyed the room closely before noticing Pig hooting happily away to himself in Hedwig's cage.
"Where did that come from?" He grunted to Harry.
"Uh, he's Ron's, he must've got lost on his way home." Harry replied quickly.
"Right..." Vernon stated eyeing Harry suspiciously. "Get downstairs and make Dudley breakfast."
"Why?" Harry asked looking annoyed.
"Move." Vernon whispered, pupils dilating rapidly.
Harry decided it best not to argue and scooted out of the room. He ran down the stairs two at a time and jumped the last five steps. Skidding into the dining room he saw the large tawny owl sitting on the back of the armchair. He picked up the letter it had dropped on the floor and dug around in his pocket eventually pulling out a handful of coins.
He put two sickles into the pouch on the owl's leg and watched it soar out of the open window. Looking back at the letter, he knew it was a Hogwarts letter. Harry would be starting his sixth year this September, and frankly, he was looking forward to it. Remembering he was supposed to be making breakfast he ran into the kitchen and began throwing random objects out of the fridge. Dudley was still following the diet. Harry was forced to eat the same diet, even though he didn't need to be any skinnier than that he was.
Cutting up a grapefruit into segments, he pulled a handful of grapes off of the vine and threw them into a bowl along with the grapefruit. Cutting strawberries into little pieces and threw them into the bowl as well. Going back to the fridge he pulled out a bottle of apple juice and poured some of it into the bowl. Grabbing a spoon he began mixing the fruit salad around adding bits and pieces here and there.
The great thump on the stairs told him Dudley was on his way down. He pulled out a handful of bowls from a cupboard and placed them on the table before grabbing the bowl of fruit salad and putting it in the center of the table. The next second Dudley came into view, though he was a bit hard to miss.
Dudley, even though he had been following the strict diet for nearly a year now, was now bigger than ever. Instead of the five chins Harry remembered there were now seven and the Dursley's had to invest in a new table just to fit Dudley at it.
"What's that?" Dudley asked grumpily eyeing the fruit salad.
"Fruit salad." Harry replied, now setting the table with small forks and spoons.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came downstairs and looked at the fruit salad. Vernon sighed and sat down. Petunia sat on one side of him, and Dudley, the other. Harry left the room quickly to answer the phone.
"Hello, Dursley household, Harry speaking." Harry said automatically.
"Harry its Hermione."
"Oh, hi." Harry said cheering up a bit.
"Are you invited to Ron's for the summer?"
"Yeah, he's picking me up this afternoon."
"Great! I'll see you at 'The Burrow' then?"
"Yep, see you later."
"See you." Hermione replied.
Harry heard the faint click of the receiver being replaced and a buzzing. Harry replaced his receiver and looked back into the dining room. The Dursleys were all watching him tentatively.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm going to Ron's at three today. He's coming to get me."
"He better not be using that blooming powder stuff again." Vernon replied angrily. Obviously he had not forgotten the incident two years before where the Weasley's had collected Harry for the Quidditch World Cup.
Dudley looked up, horrified, from is bowl of fruit salad. Evidently he hadn't forgotten the Ton-Tongue Toffee Fred and George Weasley had left him. His tongue had become four feet long before Mr. Weasley was allowed to shrink it again.
Harry laughed at Dudley's expression and didn't answer Uncle Vernon's question. He ran up the stairs two at a time making the chandelier above the kitchen table rattle. Shut in his room, Harry pulled his trunk out from the heap of covers at the foot of his bed. Opening it he threw all sorts of wizarding things inside. Last Christmas Hermione had bought him a set of Gobstones, Harry threw this in the trunk too. Ron had given him a seriously cool present, to go with the book he had given his three years ago, a poster of the Quidditch team flying around, playing their own game of Quidditch.
Finally after an hour of packing, Harry woke up Hedwig and Pig. The pair flew out of the window, heading for Ron's house. Harry watched them out of sight and picked up the photo of his dad and godfather again.
Sighing he ran his fingers over his father's features and threw it in the trunk on top of everything. Slamming the lid of the truck closed, Harry sat on is with his head in his hands. Something sharp dug into his side, he pulled the Hogwarts letter out of his jeans pocket and ripped it open.
Dear Mr. Potter, Please note school resumes on the 1st September. You will find enclosed a permission form to visit the village of Hogsmeade and a list of your new schoolbooks that will be needed. The Hogwarts Express will leave Kings Cross at 11 o'clock. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Harry looked at the next letter that was enclosed. The Hogsmeade form fell out onto the floor. Harry picked it up and sighed. The Dursleys would never let him go. They never liked him to be happy for one but since he had blown up his Aunt Marge three years ago they thought he was something dirty stuck to the bottom of their shoe. This, at least, was better than being ignored totally.
Looking back at the letter with his books on he read through the list.
New books needed:
The Standard Book of Spells (grade 6) by Miranda Goshawk
Unfogging the Future (grade 2) by Cassandra Vablatsky
Expert Transfiguration
Books needed (from first year):
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
The door opened. Dudley walked in followed by Piers, Dudley's best friend. Harry looked at them with an estranged smile on his face. Dudley saw Harry pull the end of his wand out of his pocket and left the room without a word, Piers sidling after him.
Lying back onto the bed, Harry stared up at the ceiling. Within minutes he was bored and sat up again. Lying flat on his stomach, he pulled up the loose floorboard under his bed and pulled out the old pillowcase full of knickknacks.
Opening the pillowcase he pulled out the old photo album and flicked onto the page that had a picture of his parent's wedding day on it. Sirius was visible laughing along with his parents. A surge of anger filled him. If Voldemort hadn't chosen his family, his parents would still be alive and he would be living with them. Now Voldemort was back, having regained his power from faithful servant, Wormtail, he was after Harry again.
Looking at his watch, he saw it was ten to twelve. Time had flow by without Harry's noticing. Aunt Petunia's voice floated up the stairs to him and he threw the pillowcase into his trunk. Picking up the picture of his father and Sirius again, he pocketed it before closing his trunk, belting it shut and running down the stairs two at a time again.
"Boy, we're going out. You touch anything or we come back to find anything out of place, you'll be spending a lifetime in that cupboard and wont ever go back to that school to learn more magic tricks." Vernon spat as Harry entered the living room.
"Fine." Harry replied coldly.
Vernon opened the door and Petunia and Dudley walked outside. Vernon gave Harry one more searching look before closing the door and locking it tightly behind him.
"Yes!" Harry hissed as he watched the Dursleys leave Privet Drive.
He ran to the cupboard under the stairs and picked the lock. Grabbing the remainder of his schoolbooks he ran back upstairs and threw them in his reopened trunk. Running back downstairs he grabbed the remote and slouched in front of the television.
Itching to perform some magic, Harry only just managed not to draw a chocolate donut out of mid air. Instead he switched off the T.V and ran back into his room. Pulling open his wardrobe he pulled out his two most treasured possessions, an invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father and his Firebolt, from Sirius.
Pulling the invisibility cloak around his shoulders, he disappeared from neck down. A wicked thought came into his head. The Dursleys knew nothing of his invisibility cloak. What fun could he have on their return? He didn't have long to find out. The door slammed shut and Uncle Vernon's voice echoed up the stairs.
"BOY!" Vernon shouted.
"I'm in my room." Harry shouted back.
"Get down here." Vernon boomed.
Harry pulled the invisibility cloak over his head and laughed softly to himself. Opening the door he ran down the stairs and walked into the living room. The Dursleys were sitting in front of the television. Harry rubbed his hands together and walked over to the T.V. He knew the Dursleys could see right through him so he stood in front of the television and pressed the power button. The screen went black strait away.
Harry smiled mischievously at the Dursleys, of course they couldn't see this, and walked over to the fridge. He opened the door and slammed it shut again. To his delight all three Dursleys were horrified. Harry walked over behind Dudley and poked him hard in the back of the head. Dudley yelped in surprise and Harry moved away from them.
"BOY!" Vernon roared.
None of the Dursleys were looking at him so Harry pulled the invisibility cloak off quickly and sat on a small table behind them.
"Yes?" Harry asked innocently.
All three Dursleys spun round to look at him. He looked back without giving anything away.
"Strange that wasn't it? Did you see the fridge door open?" Harry asked, looking, what he hoped was, confused.
"You." Vernon whispered, nostrils flaring.
"Me? I've been sitting here for the last five minutes."
"Course."
"Oh Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign my Hogsmeade permission form."
"And why should I do that?"
"Oh, I just might ask Sir Nicholas to come and visit you, or Peeves."
"Who are they?" Petunia whispered.
"Oh, Sir Nick is the ghost for Gryffindor and Peeves is a Poltergeist." Harry said casually.
The Dursleys looked horrified.
"So, you'll sign it?"
"Give me this ruddy form." Vernon said looking beaten.
Harry's heart leapt as he ran up the stairs for the third time that morning. Retrieving the Hogsmeade form and his eagle feather quill he ran back downstairs and handed them to Uncle Vernon. Looking oddly at the quill, Vernon took it and signed his name on the dotted line. Shoving both the quill and the form into Harry's hands.
"Weren't you supposed to go to work today Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked politely.
"Ruddy bunch, phoned up this morning to say I wasn't needed. What's it to you?"
"No reason. I'm gonna get ready for when Ron's dad comes."
Without another glance at the Dursleys Harry ran back upstairs and took another good look around his room. There were no wizarding things he had left stranded, apart from the invisibility cloak.
"Damn!"
Harry ran down stairs again and grabbed the invisibility cloak. Vernon put a fist on the tail of the cloak and wrenched it out of Harry's grip. Smiling wickedly Vernon was about to put the cloak over his shoulders. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Dudley.
"Give me that, or I'll hex Dudley." Harry said angrily.
A sheer look of terror spread on both Dudley and Vernon's faces. Bunching up the cloak and throwing it at Harry, Vernon sidestepped into the path of the wand. Harry smiled sarcastically at them and dashed back upstairs. Folding up the invisibility cloak he shoved it in his trunk along with his Firebolt and snapped it shut again.
Peering at his watch, he sighed. Still a whole hour before they were coming. A roaring engine was heard from the street below. Harry peered out of his window and saw the ford screeching around a corner into Privet Drive. Heart leaping Harry ran back down stairs and opened the door.
The ford car pulled up right outside number four. Inside Harry could see five of the Weasleys and Hermione. Hermione opened the door and got out, followed by Ginny, Fred and George.
Fred and George bowed to him before going into number four and up the stairs. Hermione was happy. She ran up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek.
"What's that for?" Harry asked, blushing slightly.
"No reason." Hermione replied going pink.
Harry heard the twins puffing away dragging the trunk down stairs. Hedwig's cage was thrown out to Harry, who caught it, and the twins appeared. Mr. Weasley had got out of the car and opened the boot, he helped Fred heave it into the boot and closed it.
"See you." Harry called back to the Dursleys.
None of them replied. Harry closed the door and ran over to the car, squeezing into the back next to Hermione. The car engine roared into life again and jerked forward before doing a three-point turn and heading back down to the end of Privet Drive.
"How you doing Harry?" Ron asked peering around the front seat.
"Fine thanks, you?"
"Can't complain. Mum's a little stressed with those two." Ron replied pointing at Fred and George.
"We took your advice. Bought a little shop in Hogsmeade." Fred whispered to Harry.
"Yeah, Ron's got some nice dress robes now, we bought him midnight blue ones, and managed to create loads of things over the first half of the summer." George whispered, winking at Harry.
"Sounds great!" Harry replied enthusiastically. "What else you invented than?"
"Oh loads of stuff, jelly snakes that bite back,"
"Cockroach clusters which crawl around in your hand,"
"Hundreds of Canary Creams,"
"Edible lipstick,"
"Little bubble gum balls that explode in your mouth,"
"Sugar characters,"
"Yeah, they scream when you eat them."
Fred and George ticked off them list of things on their fingers. Not one of them had noticed that they were flying above the clouds. Hermione was deep in conversation with Ginny, Ron added occasional things to the twin's list and Mr. Weasley was busy driving and didn't say much at all.
Soon the scenery changed, the clouds were breaking and the city was far behind them, within minutes 'The Burrow' was in sight. Mr. Weasley pressed a little silver button on the dashboard and the car sunk beneath the little cloud that was left. Hitting the road with a bump the invisibility booster stopped working at the car was visible again.
Mr. Weasley pulled into 'The Burrow' and stooped the car in the middle of the courtyard. Mrs. Weasley came running out to the car, closely followed by Charlie.
STORY:
Privet Drive was always silent at four in the morning. This morning, however, one of the inhabitants on number four was restless. Harry Potter was pacing his bedroom, pausing every so often looking out of the window. The Dursley's were all still asleep; Harry could hear Dudley snoring loudly from the next room.
As he stopped to look out of the window once more, he saw the black silhouette slowly enlarging as it neared. Hedwig landed on the window with the letter tied to her leg. Harry smiled and stroked the snowy owls stomach as he untied the letter from her leg. Hedwig nipped his hand affectionately and spread her large wings again, flying to her cage for a good long nap. Harry sat on his bed and ripped open the letter.
Harry,
Mum wants you to come over for the rest of the holiday, ask the muggles if you're allowed to stay. We'll come and pick you up Friday at three. Dad said we shouldn't use Floo Powder again so we'll be coming in dad's new flying car. Mum's not best pleased but dad promised he wouldn't let any of us even touch it so it stays locked up in the garage most of the time.
Fred and George being as annoying as usual and Percy's so wrapped up in work he'd never come home if he had the choice. Ginny and mum can't wait for you to come round and Charlie's stopping around for a bit.
See you Friday.
Ron.
Harry laughed gleefully at the letter. He wouldn't let the Dursley's keep him from spending the rest of the holiday at 'The Burrow'. The closer he was to the wizarding world, the better. Hedwig hooted sleepily at him as he made his way over to the desk. Switching on the lamp, he pulled out a fresh page of parchment from the drawer and began scribbling a note to Ron.
Something small and feathery hit him around the head. He looked up to see Pig flying rapidly in circles around the light shade. Harry smiled and grabbed him pulling off the note attached to his leg. Pig hooted happily in Harry's hand and fluttered onto the desk to watch him.
Harry,
I dunno whether you got the other letter but dad cant pick you up on Friday, we're coming on Thursday instead, have all your stuff ready wont you? Dad's got to get back home to go to do some extra shifts at the Ministry.
Sorry for any inconvenience.
Ron.
Harry looked at his watch. It was now five in the morning. Uncle Vernon would be waking up soon for another boring day at Grunnings, his company that made drills, and Aunt Petunia would be ready for another day, peering out of the window through next doors sweet peas.
Looking around his room, Harry spotted the photo he had framed. It was his dad and his best friend from Hogwarts, Sirius Black. Harry picked the photo up and looked down at the pair. As it was a wizard's photo, the people in it moved. Harry's dad, James Potter, had his arm around Sirius' shoulders, and Sirius was smiling and waving up at Harry.
Pig hooted at Harry, who looked back at the tiny owl, who was now hopping along the table and back again. Harry put the photo down and put Pig into Hedwig's cage. An alarm sounded, distantly, closely followed by a grunt. Harry knew Uncle Vernon was awake. He shut the window and walked to the door.
Vernon's heavy footfalls came closer to Harry's room. Harry darted across the room and scooped up the two letters, shoving them in his pockets just as Uncle Vernon opened the door. Vernon surveyed the room closely before noticing Pig hooting happily away to himself in Hedwig's cage.
"Where did that come from?" He grunted to Harry.
"Uh, he's Ron's, he must've got lost on his way home." Harry replied quickly.
"Right..." Vernon stated eyeing Harry suspiciously. "Get downstairs and make Dudley breakfast."
"Why?" Harry asked looking annoyed.
"Move." Vernon whispered, pupils dilating rapidly.
Harry decided it best not to argue and scooted out of the room. He ran down the stairs two at a time and jumped the last five steps. Skidding into the dining room he saw the large tawny owl sitting on the back of the armchair. He picked up the letter it had dropped on the floor and dug around in his pocket eventually pulling out a handful of coins.
He put two sickles into the pouch on the owl's leg and watched it soar out of the open window. Looking back at the letter, he knew it was a Hogwarts letter. Harry would be starting his sixth year this September, and frankly, he was looking forward to it. Remembering he was supposed to be making breakfast he ran into the kitchen and began throwing random objects out of the fridge. Dudley was still following the diet. Harry was forced to eat the same diet, even though he didn't need to be any skinnier than that he was.
Cutting up a grapefruit into segments, he pulled a handful of grapes off of the vine and threw them into a bowl along with the grapefruit. Cutting strawberries into little pieces and threw them into the bowl as well. Going back to the fridge he pulled out a bottle of apple juice and poured some of it into the bowl. Grabbing a spoon he began mixing the fruit salad around adding bits and pieces here and there.
The great thump on the stairs told him Dudley was on his way down. He pulled out a handful of bowls from a cupboard and placed them on the table before grabbing the bowl of fruit salad and putting it in the center of the table. The next second Dudley came into view, though he was a bit hard to miss.
Dudley, even though he had been following the strict diet for nearly a year now, was now bigger than ever. Instead of the five chins Harry remembered there were now seven and the Dursley's had to invest in a new table just to fit Dudley at it.
"What's that?" Dudley asked grumpily eyeing the fruit salad.
"Fruit salad." Harry replied, now setting the table with small forks and spoons.
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia came downstairs and looked at the fruit salad. Vernon sighed and sat down. Petunia sat on one side of him, and Dudley, the other. Harry left the room quickly to answer the phone.
"Hello, Dursley household, Harry speaking." Harry said automatically.
"Harry its Hermione."
"Oh, hi." Harry said cheering up a bit.
"Are you invited to Ron's for the summer?"
"Yeah, he's picking me up this afternoon."
"Great! I'll see you at 'The Burrow' then?"
"Yep, see you later."
"See you." Hermione replied.
Harry heard the faint click of the receiver being replaced and a buzzing. Harry replaced his receiver and looked back into the dining room. The Dursleys were all watching him tentatively.
"I forgot to tell you, I'm going to Ron's at three today. He's coming to get me."
"He better not be using that blooming powder stuff again." Vernon replied angrily. Obviously he had not forgotten the incident two years before where the Weasley's had collected Harry for the Quidditch World Cup.
Dudley looked up, horrified, from is bowl of fruit salad. Evidently he hadn't forgotten the Ton-Tongue Toffee Fred and George Weasley had left him. His tongue had become four feet long before Mr. Weasley was allowed to shrink it again.
Harry laughed at Dudley's expression and didn't answer Uncle Vernon's question. He ran up the stairs two at a time making the chandelier above the kitchen table rattle. Shut in his room, Harry pulled his trunk out from the heap of covers at the foot of his bed. Opening it he threw all sorts of wizarding things inside. Last Christmas Hermione had bought him a set of Gobstones, Harry threw this in the trunk too. Ron had given him a seriously cool present, to go with the book he had given his three years ago, a poster of the Quidditch team flying around, playing their own game of Quidditch.
Finally after an hour of packing, Harry woke up Hedwig and Pig. The pair flew out of the window, heading for Ron's house. Harry watched them out of sight and picked up the photo of his dad and godfather again.
Sighing he ran his fingers over his father's features and threw it in the trunk on top of everything. Slamming the lid of the truck closed, Harry sat on is with his head in his hands. Something sharp dug into his side, he pulled the Hogwarts letter out of his jeans pocket and ripped it open.
Dear Mr. Potter, Please note school resumes on the 1st September. You will find enclosed a permission form to visit the village of Hogsmeade and a list of your new schoolbooks that will be needed. The Hogwarts Express will leave Kings Cross at 11 o'clock. Yours sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
Harry looked at the next letter that was enclosed. The Hogsmeade form fell out onto the floor. Harry picked it up and sighed. The Dursleys would never let him go. They never liked him to be happy for one but since he had blown up his Aunt Marge three years ago they thought he was something dirty stuck to the bottom of their shoe. This, at least, was better than being ignored totally.
Looking back at the letter with his books on he read through the list.
New books needed:
The Standard Book of Spells (grade 6) by Miranda Goshawk
Unfogging the Future (grade 2) by Cassandra Vablatsky
Expert Transfiguration
Books needed (from first year):
A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot
Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling
One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore
Magical Drafts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger
Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander
The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble
The door opened. Dudley walked in followed by Piers, Dudley's best friend. Harry looked at them with an estranged smile on his face. Dudley saw Harry pull the end of his wand out of his pocket and left the room without a word, Piers sidling after him.
Lying back onto the bed, Harry stared up at the ceiling. Within minutes he was bored and sat up again. Lying flat on his stomach, he pulled up the loose floorboard under his bed and pulled out the old pillowcase full of knickknacks.
Opening the pillowcase he pulled out the old photo album and flicked onto the page that had a picture of his parent's wedding day on it. Sirius was visible laughing along with his parents. A surge of anger filled him. If Voldemort hadn't chosen his family, his parents would still be alive and he would be living with them. Now Voldemort was back, having regained his power from faithful servant, Wormtail, he was after Harry again.
Looking at his watch, he saw it was ten to twelve. Time had flow by without Harry's noticing. Aunt Petunia's voice floated up the stairs to him and he threw the pillowcase into his trunk. Picking up the picture of his father and Sirius again, he pocketed it before closing his trunk, belting it shut and running down the stairs two at a time again.
"Boy, we're going out. You touch anything or we come back to find anything out of place, you'll be spending a lifetime in that cupboard and wont ever go back to that school to learn more magic tricks." Vernon spat as Harry entered the living room.
"Fine." Harry replied coldly.
Vernon opened the door and Petunia and Dudley walked outside. Vernon gave Harry one more searching look before closing the door and locking it tightly behind him.
"Yes!" Harry hissed as he watched the Dursleys leave Privet Drive.
He ran to the cupboard under the stairs and picked the lock. Grabbing the remainder of his schoolbooks he ran back upstairs and threw them in his reopened trunk. Running back downstairs he grabbed the remote and slouched in front of the television.
Itching to perform some magic, Harry only just managed not to draw a chocolate donut out of mid air. Instead he switched off the T.V and ran back into his room. Pulling open his wardrobe he pulled out his two most treasured possessions, an invisibility cloak he had inherited from his father and his Firebolt, from Sirius.
Pulling the invisibility cloak around his shoulders, he disappeared from neck down. A wicked thought came into his head. The Dursleys knew nothing of his invisibility cloak. What fun could he have on their return? He didn't have long to find out. The door slammed shut and Uncle Vernon's voice echoed up the stairs.
"BOY!" Vernon shouted.
"I'm in my room." Harry shouted back.
"Get down here." Vernon boomed.
Harry pulled the invisibility cloak over his head and laughed softly to himself. Opening the door he ran down the stairs and walked into the living room. The Dursleys were sitting in front of the television. Harry rubbed his hands together and walked over to the T.V. He knew the Dursleys could see right through him so he stood in front of the television and pressed the power button. The screen went black strait away.
Harry smiled mischievously at the Dursleys, of course they couldn't see this, and walked over to the fridge. He opened the door and slammed it shut again. To his delight all three Dursleys were horrified. Harry walked over behind Dudley and poked him hard in the back of the head. Dudley yelped in surprise and Harry moved away from them.
"BOY!" Vernon roared.
None of the Dursleys were looking at him so Harry pulled the invisibility cloak off quickly and sat on a small table behind them.
"Yes?" Harry asked innocently.
All three Dursleys spun round to look at him. He looked back without giving anything away.
"Strange that wasn't it? Did you see the fridge door open?" Harry asked, looking, what he hoped was, confused.
"You." Vernon whispered, nostrils flaring.
"Me? I've been sitting here for the last five minutes."
"Course."
"Oh Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign my Hogsmeade permission form."
"And why should I do that?"
"Oh, I just might ask Sir Nicholas to come and visit you, or Peeves."
"Who are they?" Petunia whispered.
"Oh, Sir Nick is the ghost for Gryffindor and Peeves is a Poltergeist." Harry said casually.
The Dursleys looked horrified.
"So, you'll sign it?"
"Give me this ruddy form." Vernon said looking beaten.
Harry's heart leapt as he ran up the stairs for the third time that morning. Retrieving the Hogsmeade form and his eagle feather quill he ran back downstairs and handed them to Uncle Vernon. Looking oddly at the quill, Vernon took it and signed his name on the dotted line. Shoving both the quill and the form into Harry's hands.
"Weren't you supposed to go to work today Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked politely.
"Ruddy bunch, phoned up this morning to say I wasn't needed. What's it to you?"
"No reason. I'm gonna get ready for when Ron's dad comes."
Without another glance at the Dursleys Harry ran back upstairs and took another good look around his room. There were no wizarding things he had left stranded, apart from the invisibility cloak.
"Damn!"
Harry ran down stairs again and grabbed the invisibility cloak. Vernon put a fist on the tail of the cloak and wrenched it out of Harry's grip. Smiling wickedly Vernon was about to put the cloak over his shoulders. Harry pulled out his wand and pointed it at Dudley.
"Give me that, or I'll hex Dudley." Harry said angrily.
A sheer look of terror spread on both Dudley and Vernon's faces. Bunching up the cloak and throwing it at Harry, Vernon sidestepped into the path of the wand. Harry smiled sarcastically at them and dashed back upstairs. Folding up the invisibility cloak he shoved it in his trunk along with his Firebolt and snapped it shut again.
Peering at his watch, he sighed. Still a whole hour before they were coming. A roaring engine was heard from the street below. Harry peered out of his window and saw the ford screeching around a corner into Privet Drive. Heart leaping Harry ran back down stairs and opened the door.
The ford car pulled up right outside number four. Inside Harry could see five of the Weasleys and Hermione. Hermione opened the door and got out, followed by Ginny, Fred and George.
Fred and George bowed to him before going into number four and up the stairs. Hermione was happy. She ran up to Harry and kissed him on the cheek.
"What's that for?" Harry asked, blushing slightly.
"No reason." Hermione replied going pink.
Harry heard the twins puffing away dragging the trunk down stairs. Hedwig's cage was thrown out to Harry, who caught it, and the twins appeared. Mr. Weasley had got out of the car and opened the boot, he helped Fred heave it into the boot and closed it.
"See you." Harry called back to the Dursleys.
None of them replied. Harry closed the door and ran over to the car, squeezing into the back next to Hermione. The car engine roared into life again and jerked forward before doing a three-point turn and heading back down to the end of Privet Drive.
"How you doing Harry?" Ron asked peering around the front seat.
"Fine thanks, you?"
"Can't complain. Mum's a little stressed with those two." Ron replied pointing at Fred and George.
"We took your advice. Bought a little shop in Hogsmeade." Fred whispered to Harry.
"Yeah, Ron's got some nice dress robes now, we bought him midnight blue ones, and managed to create loads of things over the first half of the summer." George whispered, winking at Harry.
"Sounds great!" Harry replied enthusiastically. "What else you invented than?"
"Oh loads of stuff, jelly snakes that bite back,"
"Cockroach clusters which crawl around in your hand,"
"Hundreds of Canary Creams,"
"Edible lipstick,"
"Little bubble gum balls that explode in your mouth,"
"Sugar characters,"
"Yeah, they scream when you eat them."
Fred and George ticked off them list of things on their fingers. Not one of them had noticed that they were flying above the clouds. Hermione was deep in conversation with Ginny, Ron added occasional things to the twin's list and Mr. Weasley was busy driving and didn't say much at all.
Soon the scenery changed, the clouds were breaking and the city was far behind them, within minutes 'The Burrow' was in sight. Mr. Weasley pressed a little silver button on the dashboard and the car sunk beneath the little cloud that was left. Hitting the road with a bump the invisibility booster stopped working at the car was visible again.
Mr. Weasley pulled into 'The Burrow' and stooped the car in the middle of the courtyard. Mrs. Weasley came running out to the car, closely followed by Charlie.