At 9AM that day, after Harry delivered the pen-scribbled note to Dumbledore through Hedwig, Harry bundled down the stairs toward the kitchen table. Upon walking into the kitchen, he noticed Vernon's purple face with his beady, dull, brown eyes tracking Harry across the kitchen as he grabbed a frying pan. "Hello Uncle!" Harry joyously called out, mocking his mere presence in the holy kitchen of the Dursley'

"Don't talk to me, Boy..." The intent of ignorance toward his presence dripping in the words. "I've received a letter, from your freak friend's mother. What's this World Cup? She's talking about. The world cup just finished dimwit... Anyway-" Vernon paused for a breath before his rant... "WHAT ARE YOU DOING GIVING OUR ADDRESS TO YOUR FREAK FRIENDS!!"

A smirk crept across Harry's face - he had been practising it with Sirius over the Summer. Even Vernon seemed taken aback by it. His anger subsiding into suprise and shock then fear. "It'S mAgIc YoU dImWiT!!!" Harry exclaimed at Vernon's cowering figure. Vernon stopped shouting but still kept asking questions:

"Whats Quidditch?", "Why so many stamps?" And "Why do you have to be so freakish?"

"All right, All right!" Vernon caved in at the freakishness from Harry's answers but tried to stand strong. "You can't go... I'm not letting you bundle off here talking to your freak friend's watching freak sports with other freakish things going on!" Harry's smirk came back...

"Well, Looks like I'll just have to tell my Godfather, you know the mass murderer. Y'know, I was just about to catch up with him about what was going on round here..."

"Fine"

Harry sauntered off victorius - knicking a piece of bacon and a sandwich from Dudley in the process. Harry ventured up the stairs flinging open his door to see 3 owls meeting in his room.

Hedwig, Harry's actual owl was first. Harry unwrapped the letter she carried whilst absentmindedly tearing a bit of bacon and throwing it at her general direction. "Cheers girl."

Harry,

This vision is quite the revelation - I have already received the resignation from 'Barty' or as I knew him to be Alastor (Mad-Eye Moody.) He's an auror; I haven't heard from him in a while, so I think he is the auror Voldermort and Lucius were talking about. Did you over hear anything about a ritual? I think I know what Tom is doing. If so, I must alert the Minister and proper authorities so we can deal with this properly.

Yours Sincerly.

A.P.W.B.D

Harry read the entire letter before quickly scribbling another note to his professor.

Professor,

I think the pompous git mentioned something about 'A new body' to Voldermort. I have come to a conclusion myself. Check 'pro ritualibus in auruginem' By T.M.V - I have researched it specifically for this topic - I believe it's on page 394!

H.P

One letter down out of three, Harry sent off Hedwig with Dumbledore's letter - to deliver specifically to him. To avoid any informational outbreak problems. Unstrapping the second letter from Ron's owl 'Pig' as he had so learnt was rather tricky - as the bird seemed jumpy at touch.

Harry,

Hi. Its Ron, we should be able to pick you up tomorrow at 5pm - we could do 10pm today if you send your owl quick enough! I don't doubt you wanna get away rather quickly! 'Mione is already here, at The Burrow I mean. AND has brought that devil-some cat. Have fun somehow whilst we come get you.

Ya mate, Ron.

Harry had closed his eyes in humor as he read Ron's letter. Most likely 'Mione had been peering over Ron's shoulder as he wrote - making sure he put the right things. Brilliant she was.

Ron,

Sounds amazing mate, 10PM would be better - I wonder how long you and 'Mione would last in Hell. Probably a few minutes. Make sure to try and be Muggle about things - you know my relatives. I can't obliviate them it's an auror level spell!

ALRIGHT SORRY MIONE!

I'm not gonna obliviate them (yet!) Same can't be said for you though. Hehe..

H.

Harry eyed his handiwork with a pen. 'Should get the point across.' Harry reasoned with the voice inside his head. Sending off that owl as well left Harry with probably one of the most rundown owls he had ever seen. "Sirius!" Harry jumped for joy - knowing he was okay was one of the best feelings he knew.

HEY PUP!!

How you doing kiddo? Hope your alright.

Siriusly.

I worry!

Nevermind the jokes they must be Lupin you round the bend! Alright I'll stop. Snivellusly! Alright you got me there... No I've caught wind, no not literally, that the tri-wizard-tournament is taking place this year.

Keep in mind.

DO. NOT. ENTER. (Please)

The ammount of things that go wrong in that tournament is crazy. I couldn't lose you Pup - and neither could Remus, not after James.

Ps. On a bit of a side note, heard you were quite the cook. Just make sure when picking up hot things you always use the 'prongs'

S.O.B

Harry's vision clouded by tears of happiness soon cleared as he began to write his final note for that day.

Snuffles,

Don't plan on entering, if I do I think we both know it's to do with slit nose. Nothing else would explain it. Next letter I'll explain my nightmare - it's rather in depth.

Prongslet.

Harry strapped the letter to the shabby rundown owl, it was tiny and scrawny but did the job well enough. It reminded Harry of Errol...