Sunday 22nd July 1995

2:04 am

surrey, 4 privet drive, smallest bedroom.

It was very early in the morning, Harry knew that. He had been woken by the voices of his uncle and somebody Harry did not know.

Harry was pressed up against the wall on the landing of the stairs, half covered by the shadow made by the hall light downstairs.

They were talking in almost a whisper but it was still audible. "on the 24th yes" said the gruff voice of Vernon Dursley. "quite so, and you shall have the boy ready by then; make sure he knows nothing" said an unknown female voice timidly. "And if he were... to find out" said Vernon slowly.

"Then you have your obligations to what we've already discussed" came the unknown voice. Harry heard the sound of something being pushed across a surface.

"of course" said Vernon his voice full of malice

"The boy is sleeping is he not ?" said another unknown male voice

"yes" answered Vernon

"Then we will be off and in the knowledge that we have met an understanding; you will bring the boy to us on the 24th at 4 am do not be late we can not risk any outside involvement"

"very well" said Vernon showing them out. It was now that Harry got a look at the people. There were three of them, two of them female and one male but their faces were obscured by large green travelling cloaks.

"Goodbye Mr Dursley" said the man and they departed.

As Vernon shut the door behind them, petunia only now making herself known came out of the dining room; she had an odd look upon her face yet she did not speak, a small metallic case in her hand.

Harry made it back to his room as quietly as possible, who had those people been? , wizards surely but then what was in the little metal case? and what did they want from him?. were they death eaters maybe? at the very thought Harry felt as though he had turned to lead, if they were death eaters then how had they gotten through the blood protections?, surely not Voldermorts people then. Harry crossed to his desk and grabbed a piece of parchment and a quill with the intent of writing to Sirius and possibly the headmaster, Albus Dumbledore but then he remembered something, a letter Sirius had written to him early into the holidays:

Dear Harry,

I know i haven't spoken to you as of late but things have been happening here at the moment and i can't say much in a letter but what can say is that what has been said i can't necessarily agree with but then i can't disagree either, i don't have a say. Dumbledore seems to have things put in place, very soon though i will see you and it may not be in the best of circumstances but you must understand that when i see you that you won't be upset with me or anyone else, it is for the best.

Hope you are well Snuffles

The letter had admittedly left him confused but then what was there but the fact that he would see his godfather. Harry put down his quill, maybe this is what Sirius had been hinting towards?, maybe he was finally going to get out of privet drive. Thinking all of this over in his head he got back into bed.

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