"So." said Uncle Vernon, his voice soft & dangerous.
Harry & the Dursleys have just arrived back to Privet Drive from the train station.
The drive back home was torture. Uncle Vernon, after being spoken to about the treatment of Harry by Lupin, Moody, the Weasleys.
"So what?" said Harry innocently.
"So! Your Uncle Vernon, being spoken to like this by...by...your kind! What have you being telling those people, boy?" Uncle Vernon said, his purple face very close to Harry's.
"Nothing! Really!" he added when Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to fire, Harry supposed, more nasty remarks." They must have found it all out themselves because of...their uh, power you know."
"I see! But I can assure you, boy, that if you think I'm going to treat you better, you have another thing coming."
Harry nodded meekly. He turned and was just about to go back to his room.
"Out! OUT!" screamed Aunt Petunia as she grabbed Harry by the scuff of his neck and threw him out into the Dursley's garden. Harry wanted to go back to his room but Aunt Petunia did not let him.
"Now gimme your books boy! Ink stains on the bed! Think you are clever eh? I will keep them!"
So she had found out that he had retrieved his spell books from the broom cabinet & was studying them by night. She now kept all his spell books in her & Uncle Vernon's bedroom. (She ordered Harry to move the books. She didn't want to touch those 'thingys' as she said)
"I don't want to touch those...things!" So now, only when the family is going to bed will she let Harry go back to his room.
Now was the evening and he had just eaten dinner. If you would call that a dinner. It consists of plain soup and a couple of vegetable stems. Not exactly a meal eh?
Just then the phone rang. Uncle Vernon, who was reading his Grunnings manual, grunted and told Harry to take the call. Harry went to the phone & picked it up.
"Harry? Harry? Is that you?" said a familiar voice that made Harry felt warm.
"Professor Lupin?" Harry replied, unable to believe that it was true. He was really surprised even though yesterday at the train station Lupin & Moody had said they would make sure he, Harry, was well-taken care of. But he didn't think they'd be so fast in doing that.
Ever since Sirius had disappeared into the veil in the department of mysteries, Harry felt as though he lost his parents all over again. Sirius was his godfather, and Harry really was glad he has at least someone, his kin.
"Now tell me truthfully Harry, did your aunt and uncle treat you well?" Lupin inquired.
Harry glanced at Uncle Vernon, startled, because Uncle Vernon was also staring at Harry. Glaring with distaste, more like.
"So who's on the phone? And why are you taking so long?" Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Its my godfather's friend." Harry said purposely.
Uncle Vernon's face turned into a shade of puce. He stood up, wrenched the phone from Harry's hand and spoke, "May I know who is this?"
Uncle Vernon's sound was highly unusual, very polite, which Harry knew later on nothing good will happen.
And he was right.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!" Uncle Vernon shouted into the receiver and slammed it down, breathing hard.
"Go.Go.Go back to your room."
"I cant! Aunt doesn't allow-"
"Now I permit! Go now, boy!"
Harry obeyed instantly. He was very relieved. He did not receive any scoldings. The first time. Definitely the first.
Up into his room a brown owl, very much like Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, distracted him. A scroll was tied to the owl's leg and Harry hurried to retrieve it. The owl, who was small, hooted gratefully having relieved the burden of its load, turned and flew off into the glorious sunset.
Harry hurriedly opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I cant believe how dense I am. I should have owl you! Send me your reply.
Lupin
Harry grabbed a parchment and scribbled his reply.
Dear Lupin,
I guess you could have done that. It must be hard for you. One minute you are speaking to me and another your ears suddenly suffer a major blow. Really sorry. Uh. Not at all well here, I'm still treated pretty much the same. And don't cause any trouble here. Please don't come here.
Harry
Harry walked over to Hedwig, who was nestling in her cage. "Take this to Lupin, you know who he is, don't you?" Hedwig hooted feebly as Harry tied the letter to her feet.
Hedwig took off leaving Harry. Harry was suddenly tired and hungry.( who doesn't when one have that kind of meal?)
Harry & the Dursleys have just arrived back to Privet Drive from the train station.
The drive back home was torture. Uncle Vernon, after being spoken to about the treatment of Harry by Lupin, Moody, the Weasleys.
"So what?" said Harry innocently.
"So! Your Uncle Vernon, being spoken to like this by...by...your kind! What have you being telling those people, boy?" Uncle Vernon said, his purple face very close to Harry's.
"Nothing! Really!" he added when Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to fire, Harry supposed, more nasty remarks." They must have found it all out themselves because of...their uh, power you know."
"I see! But I can assure you, boy, that if you think I'm going to treat you better, you have another thing coming."
Harry nodded meekly. He turned and was just about to go back to his room.
"Out! OUT!" screamed Aunt Petunia as she grabbed Harry by the scuff of his neck and threw him out into the Dursley's garden. Harry wanted to go back to his room but Aunt Petunia did not let him.
"Now gimme your books boy! Ink stains on the bed! Think you are clever eh? I will keep them!"
So she had found out that he had retrieved his spell books from the broom cabinet & was studying them by night. She now kept all his spell books in her & Uncle Vernon's bedroom. (She ordered Harry to move the books. She didn't want to touch those 'thingys' as she said)
"I don't want to touch those...things!" So now, only when the family is going to bed will she let Harry go back to his room.
Now was the evening and he had just eaten dinner. If you would call that a dinner. It consists of plain soup and a couple of vegetable stems. Not exactly a meal eh?
Just then the phone rang. Uncle Vernon, who was reading his Grunnings manual, grunted and told Harry to take the call. Harry went to the phone & picked it up.
"Harry? Harry? Is that you?" said a familiar voice that made Harry felt warm.
"Professor Lupin?" Harry replied, unable to believe that it was true. He was really surprised even though yesterday at the train station Lupin & Moody had said they would make sure he, Harry, was well-taken care of. But he didn't think they'd be so fast in doing that.
Ever since Sirius had disappeared into the veil in the department of mysteries, Harry felt as though he lost his parents all over again. Sirius was his godfather, and Harry really was glad he has at least someone, his kin.
"Now tell me truthfully Harry, did your aunt and uncle treat you well?" Lupin inquired.
Harry glanced at Uncle Vernon, startled, because Uncle Vernon was also staring at Harry. Glaring with distaste, more like.
"So who's on the phone? And why are you taking so long?" Uncle Vernon narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Its my godfather's friend." Harry said purposely.
Uncle Vernon's face turned into a shade of puce. He stood up, wrenched the phone from Harry's hand and spoke, "May I know who is this?"
Uncle Vernon's sound was highly unusual, very polite, which Harry knew later on nothing good will happen.
And he was right.
"DON'T YOU DARE CALL AGAIN! DON'T YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY!" Uncle Vernon shouted into the receiver and slammed it down, breathing hard.
"Go.Go.Go back to your room."
"I cant! Aunt doesn't allow-"
"Now I permit! Go now, boy!"
Harry obeyed instantly. He was very relieved. He did not receive any scoldings. The first time. Definitely the first.
Up into his room a brown owl, very much like Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, distracted him. A scroll was tied to the owl's leg and Harry hurried to retrieve it. The owl, who was small, hooted gratefully having relieved the burden of its load, turned and flew off into the glorious sunset.
Harry hurriedly opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I cant believe how dense I am. I should have owl you! Send me your reply.
Lupin
Harry grabbed a parchment and scribbled his reply.
Dear Lupin,
I guess you could have done that. It must be hard for you. One minute you are speaking to me and another your ears suddenly suffer a major blow. Really sorry. Uh. Not at all well here, I'm still treated pretty much the same. And don't cause any trouble here. Please don't come here.
Harry
Harry walked over to Hedwig, who was nestling in her cage. "Take this to Lupin, you know who he is, don't you?" Hedwig hooted feebly as Harry tied the letter to her feet.
Hedwig took off leaving Harry. Harry was suddenly tired and hungry.( who doesn't when one have that kind of meal?)