Harry Potter was in a car with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley and knew that this summer would probably be the worst yet. Could it get any worse? Harry thought.
"Harry! Stop that pondering, you worthless fool. We take you home every summer is because we have to, not because we want to." Uncle Vernon yelled.
"Father, can't we just leave him there? He doesn't deserve to have a home. That freakish magic school is where he belongs. Besides, I need my room back so I can put my wrestling ring in there!" Dudley whined.
Do you think I want to be here too? I could be at Ron's house right now, but am I? Harry thought to himself.
"Dudley pumpkin, we'll build you another room soon, ok sweetie? It will be double the size of Harry's room." Petunia answered.
"Does that mean that I can have two wrestling rings? Oh, that'd be great! I could beat up Harry in one, and other freaks like him in another! I do need all the practice I can get." Dudley wondered.
Harry wanted to jump out of the car, but decided not to because he probably would die and Dudley would end up having his room. And that also meant that there would be no Hogwarts, Harry's school of witchcraft and wizardry. Hogwarts was his home, he actually had friends there. He thought that Ron and Hermione were lucky because they didn't have to deal with his uncle, aunt, or cousin. Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger were his two best friends. They all agreed that if Harry didn't send either one of them a letter within three days, Harry was probably locked up in his closet. If that did happen, then Ron would rescue Harry in his father's car like a few years ago. Even though they might be caught, it was worth the trouble.
As the car pulled into Number 4, Privet Drive, Harry remembered a dreadful thought. Only a few weeks ago, his godfather, Sirius Black, was killed while trying to save Harry. Harry was lured into the Department of Mysteries and found a prophecy he would never forget…