Chapter 2
Harry woke up the next morning remembering the dream he had the night before, he had dreamt of a fire and of well, love, he felt so much warmth from the people inside not that he could see them. Oh well no use day dreading any longer best to get up and see what the Cretans want for breakfast this morning. Opening his cupboard door harry walked right into a solid mass and fell onto his butt, his uncle Vernon stood there and when Harry had run into him he looked around as if a fly had been buzzing about "What the hell are you doing on the floor stupid boy" he kicked harry who had learnt to be faster than most people and he dodged his uncles massive foot. He ran into the kitchen with his giant uncle clambering behind him, trying to grab him and hit him with the newspaper he had just picked up from the post-box. Harry went and stood at the cooker and took over from his Aunt petunia. "Don't burn anything today, freak Dudley is leaving today to go on a school field trip and who knows what they will feed him while he is gone". At that moment Dudley walked in, who Harry thought if he did stop eating for the two weeks he was on the school camp he would still be enormous, but he didn't want to upset anyone today he just wanted to leave the kitchen and get out into the sunshine. Breakfast as usual was a quiet and fast affair with the two giant men wafting their breakfasts down with an air of urgency and Petunia opting for toast with marmalade on, Harry didn't eat with them he usually wasn't allowed to with his uncle staring at him until he stood in the kitchen waiting to do the dishes. Just as Harry was finishing washing up Vernon coughed to get everyone's attention, "now pet I have decided that we will be taking Dudley and his friends to the campsite after all, I don't trust the driving skills of that Mr McGregor, I think its best if we do it ourselves so we best get on the road" Dudley and Petunia grinned and stood leaving Harry to his own devices (thank Merlin) he heard them stomp out of the house and the slamming of three car doors, he watched them out of the window as they left and he could finally breathe easily. He sat down in the kitchen on top of the bench and made himself a sandwich; he took Vernon's paper and opened it looking for something that might interest him. He was scanning the second last page when he saw a tiny exert telling people that the "oldest house /castle in the county had been brought by a very wealthy couple who were planning to do it up and live in it in the summer time". Harry did not know what had drawn him to this but looking at the picture he realised that this castle looked a lot like Hogwarts and that made him smile because Hogwarts was where he felt the safest, where he had felt like home was.