Slytherin Harry Potter - Chapter 2
A/N: No copyright infringement intended. All the characters etc belong to JK Rowling. This is basically a filler chapter, sorry. I'll try to make the next one a bit longer :p
Harry's last month with the Dursleys wasn't fun. True, Dudley was now so scared of Harry he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut Harry in his cupboard, force him to do anything, or shout at him - in fact, they didn't speak to him at all.
Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with Harry in it were empty. Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while.
Harry kept to his room, with his new owl, that Hagrid had bought him for his birthday, for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic. His school books were very interesting. He lay on his bed reading late into the night, keeping himself entertained with ideas of ways he could hex the Dursleys or slip them a potion, although he would be sure to keep a bezoar (a stone that cures most poisons) nearby because as much as he hated his relatives he wouldn't want to be the person to kill night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.
It was the last day of August and he thought he'd better speak to his aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so he went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there.
"Umm ... uncle Vernon?"
Uncle Vernon grunted to show that he was listening.
"I … er … I need to go to Kings cross stadium tomorrow ... and … er … I was wondering if … um … if you would give me a lift there?" Uncle Vernon grunted again. Harry took this as a yes and was about to leave when suddenly:
"Funny way to get to a wizard's school isn't it?" Remarked Uncle Vernon. "I mean a train, really? What happened, are all the magic carpets in for repair?" He sneered at Harry. Deciding that silence was probably the best answer here, Harry didn't say anything.
"Where is this school anyway, boy?" Uncle Vernon continued. "I ... I haven't been told" said Harry realizing that he didn't know where his new school was supposed to be. "I was just told to go to platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock"
His relatives stared at him - minus Dudley who was too busy watching his cartoons to really pay any attention to what Harry was saying.
"What did you say" gasped Aunt Petunia.
"I said I have to go to platform nine and three-quarters by eleven o'clock tomorrow morning" replied Harry calmly.
"There's no such thing!" Bellowed Uncle Vernon.
"But it's what Hagrid told me! And it says so on my ticket! Look!" Harry exclaimed, pulling out the ticket Hagrid had given him, and waving it in front of uncle Vernon's fat face, "It says so right here"
"They're crazy." said Uncle Vernon "the whole lot of them, absolutely crazy"
"But you're still going to take me there aren't you?" Asked Harry nervously.
"Only because I'm going anyway otherwise I wouldn't bother."
"Oh. Why are you going to London?" Said Harry curiously.
"Taking Dudley to the hospital," growled Uncle Vernon. "Got to have that blasted tail removed before he goes to Smeltings."
The next morning Harry awoke at 5 o'clock, too excited to sleep properly. He got up and pulled on his jeans because he didn't want to walk into the station in his wizard's robes - also he had a feeling that the Dursleys wouldn't be happy if he came downstairs in his robes. He checked his Hogwarts list yet again to make sure he had everything he needed, saw that Hedwig was shut safely in her cage, and then paced the room, waiting for the Dursleys to get up. Two hours later, Harry's trunk had been loaded into the Dursleys' car, Aunt Petunia had talked Dudley into sitting next to
Harry, and they had set off
A/N: This is my first FanFiction so if you liked it please let me know :)