Chapter 2: Interesting findings
Harry then heard something that made his blood run cold. His
Aunt Petunia asking what to do with Harry's potion ingredients, and
his uncle had said to burn them. Amusing as it was to picture his
aunt green with tentacles sprouting out of her head, he knew that he
would get punished beyond his worst nightmares. But he didn't dare
say anything because they would think that he was trying to stop them
from burning his things, and he would get punished anyway.
When he heard the scream emanating from the backyard where
his stuff was being destroyed, he laughed then became very worried.
His aunt had had something done to her, or had seen something that
she didn't like, and that meant a punishment.
"Honey, what happened?" Vernon asked, clearly hoping for
some reason, however absurd, to beat Harry.
"I saw . . . it was a head. Someone's head was in the fire! It
said something about having made a wrong stop and disappeared
with a pop. I hope the neighbors haven't seen." She let out a small
sigh and Harry heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. Aunt
Petunia had fainted.
Vernon bent down and picked up his limp wife, clearly thinking it
had something to do with what had happened, and told Harry if his
aunt wasn't O.K. when she woke up, he wouldn't be either. Then
Harry realized what it meant. His aunt had hooked a muggle house
up to the floo powder network! He might be able to escape, if he was
let out.
"Boy, get out here." Vernon said in a very estatic tone.
Harry merely replied, "Your right. I should. But you know what?
You locked me in here. So guess what? I can't get out, otherwise I'd
be long gone by now."
A moment later his cupboard door opened, and Harry was
dragged roughly out. Hedwig flew out moments later and landed on
his shoulder.
"Read this, boy." Uncle Vernon seemed to take no notice of the
comments made a few seconds earlier. In fact he was smiling. Harry
was feeling more than slightly nervous now. Nothing that Vernon
liked was good for Harry. Vernon gave him the parchment roll. It
must have been delivered earlier by owl. Fortunately, it hadn't been
opened. He opened it with extreme apprehension.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Under the Decree of Use of Magic for Underage Wizards,
quoted in paragraph 312, clause 2, paragraph a, section a, you are
not allowed to make potions or open any floo powder network to a
muggle household, and you will be immediately removed from the
aforementioned network. Your breaking of the rules will result in a 20
galleon fine, and a loss of school privileges. Your Headmaster will
also be notified about the incident.
Have a Great Summer,
Frederick Digglus
Misuse of Magic and Underage Wizardry Office
Harry almost fainted with relief. He wasn't going to be expelled,
and it was only a fine of 20 galleons. Seeing that the boy wasn't too
upset, Uncle Vernon handed him a regular sheet of paper with sloppy
handwriting. It was a list of chores two sheets of paper long.
Vernon smiled nastily. "I want these done by 5pm tomorrow
night, starting at 4 am tomorrow morning. Don't wake us up." He
then shoved Harry roughly into the cupboard, scaring Hedwig. She
took off quickly, sinking her talons deep into Harry's shoulder,
shredding his shirt, and taking a bit of it with her. Vernon didn't
notice, but Harry did.
Harry then heard something that made his blood run cold. His
Aunt Petunia asking what to do with Harry's potion ingredients, and
his uncle had said to burn them. Amusing as it was to picture his
aunt green with tentacles sprouting out of her head, he knew that he
would get punished beyond his worst nightmares. But he didn't dare
say anything because they would think that he was trying to stop them
from burning his things, and he would get punished anyway.
When he heard the scream emanating from the backyard where
his stuff was being destroyed, he laughed then became very worried.
His aunt had had something done to her, or had seen something that
she didn't like, and that meant a punishment.
"Honey, what happened?" Vernon asked, clearly hoping for
some reason, however absurd, to beat Harry.
"I saw . . . it was a head. Someone's head was in the fire! It
said something about having made a wrong stop and disappeared
with a pop. I hope the neighbors haven't seen." She let out a small
sigh and Harry heard the sound of a body hitting the floor. Aunt
Petunia had fainted.
Vernon bent down and picked up his limp wife, clearly thinking it
had something to do with what had happened, and told Harry if his
aunt wasn't O.K. when she woke up, he wouldn't be either. Then
Harry realized what it meant. His aunt had hooked a muggle house
up to the floo powder network! He might be able to escape, if he was
let out.
"Boy, get out here." Vernon said in a very estatic tone.
Harry merely replied, "Your right. I should. But you know what?
You locked me in here. So guess what? I can't get out, otherwise I'd
be long gone by now."
A moment later his cupboard door opened, and Harry was
dragged roughly out. Hedwig flew out moments later and landed on
his shoulder.
"Read this, boy." Uncle Vernon seemed to take no notice of the
comments made a few seconds earlier. In fact he was smiling. Harry
was feeling more than slightly nervous now. Nothing that Vernon
liked was good for Harry. Vernon gave him the parchment roll. It
must have been delivered earlier by owl. Fortunately, it hadn't been
opened. He opened it with extreme apprehension.
Dear Mr. Potter,
Under the Decree of Use of Magic for Underage Wizards,
quoted in paragraph 312, clause 2, paragraph a, section a, you are
not allowed to make potions or open any floo powder network to a
muggle household, and you will be immediately removed from the
aforementioned network. Your breaking of the rules will result in a 20
galleon fine, and a loss of school privileges. Your Headmaster will
also be notified about the incident.
Have a Great Summer,
Frederick Digglus
Misuse of Magic and Underage Wizardry Office
Harry almost fainted with relief. He wasn't going to be expelled,
and it was only a fine of 20 galleons. Seeing that the boy wasn't too
upset, Uncle Vernon handed him a regular sheet of paper with sloppy
handwriting. It was a list of chores two sheets of paper long.
Vernon smiled nastily. "I want these done by 5pm tomorrow
night, starting at 4 am tomorrow morning. Don't wake us up." He
then shoved Harry roughly into the cupboard, scaring Hedwig. She
took off quickly, sinking her talons deep into Harry's shoulder,
shredding his shirt, and taking a bit of it with her. Vernon didn't
notice, but Harry did.