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A/N: The Sequel to the Untold Stories of Fifth Year is finally here! This is going to be a new start to a new year!
The Untold Stories of Sixth Year
Chapter 1: The Dursleys' Anxiousness
Vernon Dursley woke up that Friday morning tiredly like any other ordinary person. Coffee was the first thing that came to his mind. Like many useless Muggles in the morning, coffee was a stimulant for them to stay awake.
"Boy! Make everyone toast! And make mine buttered!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
Petunia was in fact, already up and going that morning, and she was merely sitting at the kitchen table reading the morning paper. The large headline was 'HURRICANE LEAVES MANY HOMELESS'. There was a picture underneath the headline, of a house that looked like a giant knife sliced it neatly in half. Petunia noticed something odd in the photo. There appeared to be a group of men in the corner wearing black robes of some sort. Petunia thought back upon memories that she tried to forget.
"We are in danger Petunia! It was You-Know-Who's followers that killed those two men that were in the paper!" said Lily.
"No! I won't believe anything that came from that freak school!" snapped Petunia stubbornly. Lily looked impatient. They were alone in the house with their parents out for grocery shopping.
"Look at this photograph!" said Lily. She held out a black and white photograph that was clearly moving.
"I'm not looking at anything from your school!" sneered Petunia.
"Just look at who's pointing that stick!" exclaimed Lily. Petunia groaned and peered to look at the picture. A man whose face was covered by his robe was pointing his wand towards something that wasn't in the picture.
"Now look at the paper!" said Lily. She held it up for Petunia to see.
"See those men near that fire hydrant? They're You-Know-Who's men. The Death Eaters!" exclaimed Lily.
"I don't have time to familiarize myself with your current affairs," muttered Petunia. Lily looked disappointed and walked away to finish her summer homework.
So, it was her sister's Death Eaters that were in the paper. It seemed quite absurd at first, but the boy's tale from last year seemed true. Petunia sighed in sadness. Dudley was in fact not her ideal son, but it was Harry who kept the happiness in her heart. True he might be a freak, but there was something about him that was pure good.
"Boy! Make everyone toast! And make mine buttered!" yelled Uncle Vernon.
Vernon's usual call for the boy. I wish that the boy wasn't a freak so I might have a chance to know him.
Dudley, on the other hand, did not wake up until 11 o'clock that Friday morning. He was actually awake but he was lazy so he slept in bed.
"Diddy-kins! It's time to wake up!" exclaimed Petunia.
Dudley clambered out of bed and walked downstairs for breakfast.
Harry had left a plate of ham, eggs and baked beans on the kitchen table for Dudley. But the fact was that the food was stone cold.
"Tell him to heat it up!" demanded Dudley.
"Boy! Heat it up in the microwave!" shouted Uncle Vernon.
"How long? A second or until it's burnt?" retorted Harry.
"DON'T GET ALL CHEEKY ABOUT IT AND DO IT!" bellowed Vernon.
Harry had to give in and he grabbed the plate and put it in the microwave.
After Dudley had eaten, Harry washed the dishes, mowed the lawn and cleaned the living room. Harry went upstairs to his room and found an owl with a letter in its beak. Harry took it out and saw emerald writing on it.
Mr. Harry James Potter
Number 4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
The Second Bedroom
One word erupted in Harry's mind when he saw that slant writing.
"Dumbledore," whispered Harry.