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Harry awoke with a start. He had had another dream about Voldemort. The real kind. The kind that did not seem like a dream. He had been having a lot of them lately. Many of them had echoes of Professor Trelawneys predictions in them… "Greater and more terrible then ever before." These sorts of dreams left him sitting in the dark room at the Dursleys sweating and in a panic, listening to every tiny sound. It had been a terrible summer so far. Ron had tried to call him but those kind of calls were to much for Vernon Dursley to handle. Not only that but none of the Dursleys spoke to him, unless it was to criticize. All he got were the cold stares of their beady little eyes.
Harry looked at the calendar he had pinned to his wall, he was anxiously counting down the days until his blissful return to Hogwarts. He wished he could be back in the Hogwarts dormitory, in his large four poster, his friends in the beds next to him. Also, he felt safe when he was in the presence of Dumbledore. The greatest wizard in the world.
Harry suddenly felt a pang of hunger. He climbed out of bed and went to lift the loose floorboard. Underneath it was a pile of numerous things he had brought with him from Hogwarts to keep his belly full. He had remembered last summer when the Dursleys had made the whole family go on a strict diet. All because of the Smelting's request that Dudley loose a few pounds so that the school shop could fit him with britches. And, true to his worst thoughts, the entire family was yet again, on a quest to slim up the hefty Duders.
Harry returned to his bed with a half full box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. One of the best things about the wizarding world was the incredible candy. These Jelly beans were among Harry's favorite. He popped a brown colored bean into his mouth. Harry was happy that it was a Hot Fudge Sundae flavored bean, not earwax. In the corner of his room, Hedwig let out a loud screech. Harry looked out his window and saw a small baseball hurling toward him. He opened the window just in time to let Pig, Rons owl, in to his room. Hedwig screeched again in disapproval. Harry excitedly untied the note attached to Pigs tiny leg.
Dear Harry,
I thought I'd better contact you through Ron, in light of the current circumstances.
How are you? I am living in a secret place. I have gotten word from Severus Snape. He is presently with the death eaters, letting me know of their plans. They are going to try to get you Harry! On the day that the Hogwarts Express leaves! It is very important that you do not go to Kingscross that day. I have contacted Dumbledore to arrange some alternative plans for you to get there. I feel that it is necessary for you to leave the Dursleys. It would be better if you were in the wizarding world with either the Weasleys or me. There is much to be done. I will contact you soon using a different owl to let you know of the new arrangements. I have enclosed a copy of the Daily Prophet so that you can read up on what's going on. I am sure that Hermione will contact you soon with the instructions that I have given her. Please look out for yourself, and don't worry. Keep your wand with you at all times. This is not the time to be running around without it.
Sirius
So, Voldemort was near. Harry's dreams were not just dreams, they were hints as to what was going to happen. And, what were the plans that Sirius had given Hermione. Was Snape really with the Deatheaters? Harry had so many questions! Thank god Sirius had enclosed a copy of the Daily Prophet! Though Harry doubted that it would answer many of his questions, it would definently be nice to keep up with some of the Wizard News.
Harry put Pig in Hedwig's cage. Would it be safe to send her to the Weasleys? No, he thought. He had better just wait to hear from Sirius again. As he stroked Hedwig, he heard the stairs creak. The Dursleys were up. He could hear Petunia hollering at him from downstairs. He replaced the floorboard quickly, and headed down to answer her calls.
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Harry awoke with a start. He had had another dream about Voldemort. The real kind. The kind that did not seem like a dream. He had been having a lot of them lately. Many of them had echoes of Professor Trelawneys predictions in them… "Greater and more terrible then ever before." These sorts of dreams left him sitting in the dark room at the Dursleys sweating and in a panic, listening to every tiny sound. It had been a terrible summer so far. Ron had tried to call him but those kind of calls were to much for Vernon Dursley to handle. Not only that but none of the Dursleys spoke to him, unless it was to criticize. All he got were the cold stares of their beady little eyes.
Harry looked at the calendar he had pinned to his wall, he was anxiously counting down the days until his blissful return to Hogwarts. He wished he could be back in the Hogwarts dormitory, in his large four poster, his friends in the beds next to him. Also, he felt safe when he was in the presence of Dumbledore. The greatest wizard in the world.
Harry suddenly felt a pang of hunger. He climbed out of bed and went to lift the loose floorboard. Underneath it was a pile of numerous things he had brought with him from Hogwarts to keep his belly full. He had remembered last summer when the Dursleys had made the whole family go on a strict diet. All because of the Smelting's request that Dudley loose a few pounds so that the school shop could fit him with britches. And, true to his worst thoughts, the entire family was yet again, on a quest to slim up the hefty Duders.
Harry returned to his bed with a half full box of Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. One of the best things about the wizarding world was the incredible candy. These Jelly beans were among Harry's favorite. He popped a brown colored bean into his mouth. Harry was happy that it was a Hot Fudge Sundae flavored bean, not earwax. In the corner of his room, Hedwig let out a loud screech. Harry looked out his window and saw a small baseball hurling toward him. He opened the window just in time to let Pig, Rons owl, in to his room. Hedwig screeched again in disapproval. Harry excitedly untied the note attached to Pigs tiny leg.
Dear Harry,
I thought I'd better contact you through Ron, in light of the current circumstances.
How are you? I am living in a secret place. I have gotten word from Severus Snape. He is presently with the death eaters, letting me know of their plans. They are going to try to get you Harry! On the day that the Hogwarts Express leaves! It is very important that you do not go to Kingscross that day. I have contacted Dumbledore to arrange some alternative plans for you to get there. I feel that it is necessary for you to leave the Dursleys. It would be better if you were in the wizarding world with either the Weasleys or me. There is much to be done. I will contact you soon using a different owl to let you know of the new arrangements. I have enclosed a copy of the Daily Prophet so that you can read up on what's going on. I am sure that Hermione will contact you soon with the instructions that I have given her. Please look out for yourself, and don't worry. Keep your wand with you at all times. This is not the time to be running around without it.
Sirius
So, Voldemort was near. Harry's dreams were not just dreams, they were hints as to what was going to happen. And, what were the plans that Sirius had given Hermione. Was Snape really with the Deatheaters? Harry had so many questions! Thank god Sirius had enclosed a copy of the Daily Prophet! Though Harry doubted that it would answer many of his questions, it would definently be nice to keep up with some of the Wizard News.
Harry put Pig in Hedwig's cage. Would it be safe to send her to the Weasleys? No, he thought. He had better just wait to hear from Sirius again. As he stroked Hedwig, he heard the stairs creak. The Dursleys were up. He could hear Petunia hollering at him from downstairs. He replaced the floorboard quickly, and headed down to answer her calls.