Chapter 2- The Dursley's and the Ministry
He didn't know how in the world he was supposed to get to the Ministry of Magic. Because to get there he needed a fireplace and since the house was locked he wouldn't be able to get in unless he used the rock, and now that he thought about it he didn't want to brack the window because if he did that would get him into big trouble with his uncle. He would just have to wait for them to come home. So he waited wt was getting really late and the Ministry sid to het there as soon as possible. Oh well he would have to break into the house or the rules about not using magic outside school unless it was a life threatning occasion. He was about to break the window, when again he was inturrupted, this time by Mrs. Figg a batlike old lady who lived in the street next to his.
"No boy, don't you dare do that," she said.
"Why not," said Harry "this is an emercency you wouldn't understand."
"How do you know?" asked Mrs. Figg. "Over here to my house, and drop that rock , will you?"
"Mrs. Figg you don't understand, I need to get in immediatley, this is and emergency like I said, and unless you don't know how to open this damn door I'm going to have to break one of the windows to get in." Said Harry.
Mrs. Figg was really starting to annoy him now, why didn't she just leave, and why in the world did she want him to go to her house at these hours? At that persise moment an idea popped in his head. He wasn't sure if would work but it wouldn't hurt him if he tried.
"Fine," he said to Mrs. Figg, who looked taken aback by his sudden change of mind "I'll go with you on one condition."
"What's that? she said.
"The condition is that you will let me use your fireplace." said Harry, he was wishing with all his heart that she would say yes.
"Oh but of course my dear boy or how else would you get to the ministry." said Mrs. Figg.
These last words had paralized Harry how did she know he needed to go to the Ministry, better yet how did she know about the Ministry itself.
"You're a witch?" asked Harry
"No , I'm a squib." said Mrs. Figg
"Oh" said Harry "Well yeah I need to get to the Ministry quick."
"Well hurry up will you; we need to get going." finished Mrs. Figg.
In a few minutes they were at Mrs. Figg's house, as soon as they got in he rushed to the fireplace.
"They're waiting for you," said Mrs. Figg " do you have the floo powder or do you need some?
"I got some here thank you." He said.
" Well off you go then," said Mrs. Figg.
"One quick thing Mrs. Figg, by any chance do you know where the Dursley's are now?"Harry asked.
"Well that's why you need to go to the Ministry isn't it? Well off you go now." She said.
"But," said Harry, he had so many questions to ask.
"No time now you need to get to the Ministry."
She shoved Harry into the fireplace and there was nothing to do but go. So he threw the floo powder and shouted "Ministry of Magic" and he felt the familiar warmth and dizziness caused by traveling by floo powder.