This is chapter two, I really hope you enjoy it! Once again Harry Potter along with anything you may recognise belong to the amazing J.K. Rowling.
Harry lay on his bed and stared out of his window. His 'uncle' had decided that it was for the best to put the bars back up of his window this year. Alas, there was no flying car waiting for him to jump in like his second year. Harry was about to turn
away when he saw a brown speak coming at his window. Excited, he flew to his feet. Well not exactly, he gingerly rolled over and got to his feet at the speed of about an100 year old man, but that's not the point. Maybe the Weasleys had painted
there car? Maybe they had drives through a whole bunch of mud? Maybe just maybe, he was going to be rescued.
Harry's hope subsided when the dot came closer only to reveal itself as…an owl.
Harry knew people had been writing to him while he was at the Dursleys but the owl could neverget close enough to him to be abledeliver the letter and Harry couldn't get as far out the window as he needed to be to be able to untie the letter
from the owl's grasp. Hedwig was still locked in her cage and there was no way Harry could get her out without using magic, which he also couldn't do as his wand was locked up downstairs.
With a sigh Harry made it over to his window. The owl hooted in what seemed like dismay at the delivering stand still.
"I'm sorry," Harry murmured. "Go back to who you came from." Harry turned to walk away but at last minute added, "Get themto come if you can. I need help."
The owl hooted again and armedwith the most determined looking expression an owl could muster, flew off again into the night.
Harry moaned, everything was going wrong. This summer was meant to be perfect. With Sirius, the Weasleys, Remus and Hermione. All together having fun for once. It had all gone to shambles. It wasn't fair. Harry's life was so unfair. Throwing himself back
onto his bed (gently sitting down and slowly leaning back, pausing every couple of seconds to try and make the ebbing of pain go away, until he was lying down) Harry fell into a fitful sleep.
THE BURROW
"Mum when can Harry come and stay?" Ron asked, a small army waitingbehind him wanting to know the answer, consisting of-Hermione, Ginny, George and Fred even most of the adults staying in Grimmauld Place were listening
in,though they pretended they weren't.
"I don't know, Dumbledore isn't giving meany information andI'm getting really nervous about it, I hate to think about him staying with those muggles, though they are his family they wouldn't do anything to him."
Mrs Weasley was now talking more to herself that anything. "Nobody'sheard from him have they? Is he still not answering the letters?"
Many people who sent Harry daily letters shook their heads, they had wanted to investigate why Harry wasn't answering but Dumbledore refused andtold them just to let Harry be.
"PADFOOT" Remus yelled through tothe room next door.
"WHAT?" Sirius rudly replied.
"YOU HAVENT HEARD FROM HARRY HAVE YOU?"
"NO"
There was silence once again before Sirius yelled back excitedly. "WAIT,WAIT THERES THE OWL I SENT HIM...STOP… WAIT… BREAK!" Sirius' yells came through very alarmed and it sounded like he had just been hit by something.
"Misjudged the landingdid you? Yea thought so... did you have to land on my head though... OWW OW DONT PEAK ME IM SORRY
IM SORRYJEEZ... COMING MOONY"
Remus shook his head trying not to laugh "What happened?"is all he could trust himself to say.
Sirius turned slowly red. "Oh nothing owl just ehlanded eh wrong and well the owl landed on my head ok?"
Remus couldn't take it any more and burst out laughing.
"yea yea very funny getting attacked Iwouldn't havelaughedif it was you getting used as a runway." Sirius tried
and failed to defend himself.
Remus frowned. "You know you wouldPadfoot. In fact you would probably be making a joke about for next, let's see, maybe five years? Then you would be rolling around on the ground howling with laughter about not only me but also the joke you
had just made. Might I add that normally nobody else gets your jokes or if they do, they don't find them funny."
Sirius knew this was true and having used all his comebackschanged the subject back to Harry's letter. Remus knew exactly what Sirius was doing and smirked over at him. He always loved getting the better of Sirius.
Sirius looked at the letter in confusion and checked the address and seal many times before looking up a worried look in his eye.
"This is the letter I sent Harry. He'ssent it back."
Sirius had went from super excited about hearing from his favourite (only) godson to extremely worried. The room went normally replied really quickly, he hadn't need replying at all recently which worried themenough but to send
the letter back?Something was definitely wrong.
"Something is really wrong." Ron was the first to speak up. "Harry asked us at the train station to write to him as much as possible
during the summer, he always does, he couldn't wait to come here at the end of the summer and leave those muggles. He wouldn'tlike me telling you this ashe likes to keep it to himself,but Harry always says it's our letters that help
him getthrough the summer.I know for a fact he keeps the letters we send in a lose floorboard under his bed so he can reread them, he really likesreceivingthem. This just doesn't add up."
Everyone was stunned by this, well except Hermione who already knew this information. Nobody knew Harry treasured the letters they sent so much. Ron was right this didn't add up.
