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CHAPTER 2.
Those four hours seemed to last an age for Harry.
For the most part, he'd sat on his bed and amused himself with his new presents and re-reading the cards he'd been given.
His relatives downstairs seemed to find this just as satisfying, as they'd yet to come up and see his forest of a bedroom.
However, now Harry was bored and just itching to leave the room. The owls had left a couple of hours ago, with much bobbing and hooting, and now Harry was ready for some company other than the plants; which refused to be 're-located' out of the window.
Another irritating thing, was that another flower had managed to make its way back in his hair, and this time it was a deep purple. Somehow, it had crept back into his hair, the only thing to indicate its reappearance was a slight tickle and the edge of petals in his vision. This time, it refused to be pulled. Any amount of force placed upon it only ended in pain on Harry's end, and the roots of the flower further embedded on his head.
He just knew it would be the first thing Ron commented on when they met up.
To take his mind off of waiting, Harry glance at his trunk and wondered if he'd forgotten anything. Packing had been a strange ordeal, as various objects had mysteriously been pushed out from under the bed, or dangled in front of his face by helpful vines.
It reiterated his previous thoughts on the plants' disposition, but was still very, very creepy. Especially as they, no longer fearing Harry would try and pull them out again; slithered and wound around Harry hands and feet, causing Harry to wriggle a bit when they got too daring.
And so Harry sat there. Waiting and fidgeting.
Remus Lupin, so far, had had quite a good day.
The Weasleys had all settle into their rooms at Grimmauld Place, and Sirius (for once) was actually behaving himself.
The highlight of the day, was also, yet to come.
Both he and Sirius, along with help from Molly, had thrown together a birthday party for Harry upon his arrival.
When Remus knocked on the door of 4 Privet Drive, he hoped Harry liked surprises.
When Remus was glared at by the Dursleys, as he made his way to Harry's room, he knew that even if Harry didn't, anything was better than staying with these muggles.
When Remus struggled to push open Harry's door to reveal a part of the Amazon rainforest, he decided, as he fell forward in a dead faint, that surprises probably weren't as good as he thought they were.
"...Remus?"
He stirred and his eyes fluttered, as a voice reached him in the darkness.
"Remus!"
The next time jolted him awake, as it was accompanied by fierce shake, his eyelids snapping open to see the concerned face of Harry. With a flower in his hair.
"...Harry, why on earth have you got a flower in your hair?"
Harry's face shifted in annoyance as he dragged his Werewolf friend off of the floor.
"It's not like I wanted it there! I can't get it out! Just like I can't get rid of any of these...things from my room!"
Ah, yes...that was the reason why he had fainted. The room was certainly not what he had expected and it had led to his brief...collapse. Much to Harry's amusement.
"How, did this all happen?"
Remus, brushed himself off, as leaves had found their way inside his tattered robes and in his hair.
Harry huffed and crossed his arms.
"That's what I want to know," He looked unsure for a moment before continuing, "This...isn't normal...is it?"
Remus looked sad and shook his head, nothing was ever normal when it concerned Harry. He seemed to have far too many surprises in life. Suddenly, Remus felt very guilty for his previous plans.
"Look, Harry, how about we get out of here ad sort this all out once we meet up with everyone else, okay?" Harry nodded and moved to his trunk, "You got everything?"
At Harry's affirmation, they moved towards the door.
Only to find it had been lost within foliage.
At this Harry saw red.
He'd been trapped and manipulated by these things all day, and he wouldn't have it any-more. Moving over to where he suspected the door used to be, he grabbed handfuls of leaves and stems, before violently ripping them away from the surfaces they clung to.
"I've had enough of this!" He hissed, "How dare you trap me in my own room!" Harry tugged harder at this, his rage taking complete control, "I want out, and I want it now!"
Abruptly, they slowly moved away, almost guiltily and with great reluctance, until soon there was nothing barring their way out.
"Well,"Harry looked at the door in a daze, "That's better,"
Remus placed his arm around Harry's shoulders and suggested they better leave now before anything else happened to stop them.
Harry couldn't have agreed more, as they quickly left the house, the Dursleys and the plants with a swift 'crack' of apparition.
No one was there to notice as the numerous plants in Harry's room receded and shrivelled back into the seeds they had come from. They sat there, magic-less and normal, as they had been before their introduction to Harry's room, laying in the plastic bag that called itself; 'Planter's Trusty Trail Mix'.
They had apparated to London and took muggle transportation to get to where they wanted to go, 'security' Remus had said, and on the journey to Grimmauld Place, Remus had told Harry all about what the Weasleys and Sirius had been during the summer, as well as shamefully confessing the plans for Harry's surprise birthday party.
"...And so I feel you've had enough surprises for one day."
Harry laughed at his old Professor.
"Thanks, Professor, I agree with you. The only thing I want right now is some answers...I mean,"He gestured to himself, "Just look at me!"
Remus did. At first he didn't see much difference in the boy he'd gotten to know a couple of years ago, apart from the flower in his hair (which rather suited him actually, in a strange way), but then he looked closer and saw the glowing and that Harry, was no longer wearing his glasses.
It was a shock to him, who was usually so observant, to have missed this, but then again, at the time, there were more pressing issues.
"Hmmm...We'll have to ask Dumbledore when he comes over to Grimmauld, tonight." He looked thoughtful, "You're right Harry, this isn't normal-Oh look we're here,"
Rummaging within his coat pockets, he pulled out a piece of paper.
"Here, read this," Harry took the note, "But not out loud!"
Moments passed, and soon Harry saw the amazing sight of 11 Grimmauld Place and 13 Grimmauld Place, shuffling over to make room for the magical house of number twelve.
'So, this, was Sirius' house?' Harry thought as Remus gently unlocked the house door, and gestured for Harry to be silent.
The walls and very air screamed of darkness and death. The atmosphere was depressing and morbid; it was everything Sirius and the Weasleys hated, so why were they all here? Harry didn't like it much either and couldn't understand why anyone would surround themselves in this horrid place.
For some reason, Harry felt it would look a lot homier with a few living things around the place. Maybe...a few plants?
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