Return to Privet Drive
It was a hot summer on Number 4 Privet Drive. In the house most people only knew of three of the. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. But, there was a fourth person, a tall skinny black-haired person.
This person happened to be a 15 year-old wizard. Harry had just gotten back from his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
This summer was unlike most summers for Harry, his aunt and uncle were still cruel to him, but his cousin was being nice. Dudley had lost almost all of the weight he needed to lose to look like a normal 15 year-old boy. Dudley and Harry spent most of the summer together. They mostly spent time in the town. They went out to eat and went to a lot of the museums. They shared a lot over the summer so far.
Harry was holding back on two things though. One of them was that he didn't tell any one of his Muggle relatives about Lord Voldemort's return. The second one would be his dreams.
The dreams Harry has been having since his return were anything buy joyous. He would wake up in a sweat but cold at the same time. His scar, a marking from the deadly curse the Lord Voldemort cast upon him when he was only a year old, would burn as if there were white hot pokers on it. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. It was like the Cruciatis Curse was on him, only ten times worse.
Today, he and Dudley were walking up the street and they saw old Ms. Figg walking up the street.
"Hello Harry! Oh! You too Dudley. You are looking very well."
"Thanks ma'am," said Dudley.
"Harry, I have to have a little talk with you," Ms. Figg told him.
They walked to Ms. Figg's house and told Dudley to tell his parents that he would be home a little late.
"You might want to sit down Harry," Ms. Figg calmly suggested.
With that she drew out a wand.
It was a hot summer on Number 4 Privet Drive. In the house most people only knew of three of the. Vernon, Petunia and Dudley Dursley. But, there was a fourth person, a tall skinny black-haired person.
This person happened to be a 15 year-old wizard. Harry had just gotten back from his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
This summer was unlike most summers for Harry, his aunt and uncle were still cruel to him, but his cousin was being nice. Dudley had lost almost all of the weight he needed to lose to look like a normal 15 year-old boy. Dudley and Harry spent most of the summer together. They mostly spent time in the town. They went out to eat and went to a lot of the museums. They shared a lot over the summer so far.
Harry was holding back on two things though. One of them was that he didn't tell any one of his Muggle relatives about Lord Voldemort's return. The second one would be his dreams.
The dreams Harry has been having since his return were anything buy joyous. He would wake up in a sweat but cold at the same time. His scar, a marking from the deadly curse the Lord Voldemort cast upon him when he was only a year old, would burn as if there were white hot pokers on it. He wanted to cry, but he couldn't. It was like the Cruciatis Curse was on him, only ten times worse.
Today, he and Dudley were walking up the street and they saw old Ms. Figg walking up the street.
"Hello Harry! Oh! You too Dudley. You are looking very well."
"Thanks ma'am," said Dudley.
"Harry, I have to have a little talk with you," Ms. Figg told him.
They walked to Ms. Figg's house and told Dudley to tell his parents that he would be home a little late.
"You might want to sit down Harry," Ms. Figg calmly suggested.
With that she drew out a wand.