All during the summer after Harry's fourth year of Hogwarts he kept pondering why Dumbledore wanted him to stay at his aunt and uncles. Sure, Voldemort couldn't get him there but sometimes Harry thought it'd be better to live with Voldemort than with his relatives. They treated his as he was a vicious animal that could attack at any moment. His room was more like a cage. "Too bad I can't do spells during the summer," Harry thought and smiled. Suddenly Harry heard a loud yell. It was Aunt Petunia screaming, "We Won! We Won! We won the 10 day vacation to the Bahamas We Won!" "Oh great," Harry thought to himself, wonder where I'll be thrown. Slowly he climbed out of his cabinet. At least this year they didn't lock him up. Harry smiled when he remembered the letter Sirius sent him on his last day of school. It was a threat he'd come and haunt his aunt and uncle if Harry wasn't allowed to do his homework and that he wouldn't be locked up 24/7. They weren't happy with the thought of Harry being "let loose" but agreed so just so Dudley wouldn't sprout another tail or have a huge tongue. The moment Mrs. Dursley saw Harry she glared at him as if he was a piece of trash that she just wanted to throw away. "Don't even think about you being with us on our vacation" Mrs. Dursley said, "You might set another snake on us, or maybe this time an alligator, oh no, I just called Miss. Figg you get to stay with her those ten days." Harry felt like saying he wouldn't of wanted to go any ways but decided not to stir up trouble.
Later that evening when Mr. Dursley came home his wife informed him of the great news. They were leaving in just two days and started to pack. Harry went to his room and started thinking of Miss. Figg. She was an elderly lady who's house always smelled of cabbage and must've had at least one hundred cats in all. He wasn't going to have much fun but at least he wouldn't have to worry bout Dudley. Soon enough, the Dursleys were leaving. Mr. Dursley warned him that he better act as normal as possible around Miss. Figg.
The moment Harry entered her house, he smelled cabbage. Miss. Figg welcomed him in and showed him where he would be sleeping. After dinner (cabbage) he sat down with Miss. Figg to look at what he thought was another one of her many photo books of her cats. What it actually was came to a big surprise to Harry. Miss. Figg told Harry to sit down and look at the book. He'd find it interesting for sure. With a questioning look, Harry sat down. He opened up the book and gasped. "OMG YOU ARE A............"
To Be Continued after I read some of your reviews