Harry Potter and The Great Return
Chapter 1
Off to Russia The phone rang at number four, Privet Drive. "Vernon Dursley speaking" "Vernon!! You've got the job! You hear me? YOU'VE GOT THE JOB!!! You have to come down to Russia for the next six weeks though. You have five hours for you and your family to pack. I'll be there to pick you up then. Be ready!" Said the man at the other end of the phone before hanging up. "PETUNIA!! DUDLEY!!! COME QUICK!" said Vernon. "What is it dear?" ask Petunia Dursley. Then in waddled an extremely fat boy. Dudley Dursley. "Yeah Dad. What is it? My favourite TV. show is on." "I'VE GOT THE JOB. WE HAVE TO GO TO RUSSIA FOR THE NEXT SIX WEEKS AND WE'VE ONLY GOT FIVE HOURS TO PACK. SO GO GET PACKING!!!" "WERE GOING TO RUSSIA? YAHOO!!!" shouted a very exited Petunia before running off to her room to pack. Following Petunia was an exited Dudley. But before Vernon could get out of the kitchen a fourteen year old, skinny boy came in the room. "And what do you want?" asked Vernon. "Just to see what the yelling was all about." asked the boy. Vernon grinned, not a nice grin but an evil one. "Well Harry, we're going to Russia. All of us!" "Really?" said Harry weakly, knowing what his Uncle was going to say next. "Yes! Really all of us! Except you!!!" Then Vernon laughed. "Pack your bags boy. Your going to live with Mrs Figg for the next six weeks!!!" Harry went to pack his bag. He decided to pack his school stuff as well. Harry had finished packing in half an hour because he had so little. "I rang Mrs Figg she said you could stay with her for the six weeks. Now you better be nice to her or else!" warned Vernon while in the car with Harry to Mrs Figg's house. Vernon helped him to the door rang the doorbell and thanked her for looking after Harry. "Well, better be going Good Bye Mrs Figg." said Vernon and drove off without another word to Harry. "Well Harry I know you'll have a wonderful time! I've got a surprise inside for you!" said Mrs Figg kindly. Harry was surprised. He followed her inside. On the couch was sitting his school's headmaster Professor Dumbledore. "W-what are you doing here sir?" asked Harry in complete surprise. "Mrs Figg told me you were staying so I came to see how you were." replied Dumbledore with a smile. Harry turned to Mrs Figg who was also smiling and said "B-but if you know Dumbledore, that means you must be a." "That right Harry I am a witch." Said Mrs Figg with a big smile. "Oh my gosh" Harry muttered and fainted. "- It's because he's known you all his life" Harry heard Dumbledore say. He opened his eyes. He was lying on Mrs Figg's couch. "Aghh. Your awake Harry" "Oh thank goodness, I was worried." "Okay, let me get this straight. Mrs Figg's a witch and I'll be staying here for the next six weeks?" "Oh good Harry. You remember." Said Mrs Figg with a sigh of relif. "Wait. How come you didn't tell me you were a witch sooner?" "Because you weren't ready to know yet." Replied Mrs Figg. "Oh, okay" Harry still looked puzzeled. Dumbledore smiled. "You'll be having quite a few visiters Harry." Said Dumbledore "Why?" "Well for one your out of your aunt and uncle's house, and your staying with a witch. So it's safe for people to visit you." Dumbledore smiled and continued, " And I'm sure Mrs Figg will have no objections for them coming or you going just as long as your back here when your uncle comes. Right?" he asked Mrs Figg. "Right" She replied. "Cool!" Harry said and added "Thanks" "Not at all, Harry. I'm just glad your away from those awful muggles!" Mrs Figg said and smiled.
Chapter 1
Off to Russia The phone rang at number four, Privet Drive. "Vernon Dursley speaking" "Vernon!! You've got the job! You hear me? YOU'VE GOT THE JOB!!! You have to come down to Russia for the next six weeks though. You have five hours for you and your family to pack. I'll be there to pick you up then. Be ready!" Said the man at the other end of the phone before hanging up. "PETUNIA!! DUDLEY!!! COME QUICK!" said Vernon. "What is it dear?" ask Petunia Dursley. Then in waddled an extremely fat boy. Dudley Dursley. "Yeah Dad. What is it? My favourite TV. show is on." "I'VE GOT THE JOB. WE HAVE TO GO TO RUSSIA FOR THE NEXT SIX WEEKS AND WE'VE ONLY GOT FIVE HOURS TO PACK. SO GO GET PACKING!!!" "WERE GOING TO RUSSIA? YAHOO!!!" shouted a very exited Petunia before running off to her room to pack. Following Petunia was an exited Dudley. But before Vernon could get out of the kitchen a fourteen year old, skinny boy came in the room. "And what do you want?" asked Vernon. "Just to see what the yelling was all about." asked the boy. Vernon grinned, not a nice grin but an evil one. "Well Harry, we're going to Russia. All of us!" "Really?" said Harry weakly, knowing what his Uncle was going to say next. "Yes! Really all of us! Except you!!!" Then Vernon laughed. "Pack your bags boy. Your going to live with Mrs Figg for the next six weeks!!!" Harry went to pack his bag. He decided to pack his school stuff as well. Harry had finished packing in half an hour because he had so little. "I rang Mrs Figg she said you could stay with her for the six weeks. Now you better be nice to her or else!" warned Vernon while in the car with Harry to Mrs Figg's house. Vernon helped him to the door rang the doorbell and thanked her for looking after Harry. "Well, better be going Good Bye Mrs Figg." said Vernon and drove off without another word to Harry. "Well Harry I know you'll have a wonderful time! I've got a surprise inside for you!" said Mrs Figg kindly. Harry was surprised. He followed her inside. On the couch was sitting his school's headmaster Professor Dumbledore. "W-what are you doing here sir?" asked Harry in complete surprise. "Mrs Figg told me you were staying so I came to see how you were." replied Dumbledore with a smile. Harry turned to Mrs Figg who was also smiling and said "B-but if you know Dumbledore, that means you must be a." "That right Harry I am a witch." Said Mrs Figg with a big smile. "Oh my gosh" Harry muttered and fainted. "- It's because he's known you all his life" Harry heard Dumbledore say. He opened his eyes. He was lying on Mrs Figg's couch. "Aghh. Your awake Harry" "Oh thank goodness, I was worried." "Okay, let me get this straight. Mrs Figg's a witch and I'll be staying here for the next six weeks?" "Oh good Harry. You remember." Said Mrs Figg with a sigh of relif. "Wait. How come you didn't tell me you were a witch sooner?" "Because you weren't ready to know yet." Replied Mrs Figg. "Oh, okay" Harry still looked puzzeled. Dumbledore smiled. "You'll be having quite a few visiters Harry." Said Dumbledore "Why?" "Well for one your out of your aunt and uncle's house, and your staying with a witch. So it's safe for people to visit you." Dumbledore smiled and continued, " And I'm sure Mrs Figg will have no objections for them coming or you going just as long as your back here when your uncle comes. Right?" he asked Mrs Figg. "Right" She replied. "Cool!" Harry said and added "Thanks" "Not at all, Harry. I'm just glad your away from those awful muggles!" Mrs Figg said and smiled.