Chapter 2: The Departure
Harry Potter quickly walked over to the knocking door to quiet his uncle. When he finally reached the door he was surprised to see that it wasn't the Weasley's at all, but Professor Dumbledore.
"Professor, it is a pleasant surprise to see you here," exclaimed Harry.
"Why do you act so surprised my dear boy?" Professor Dumbledore asked quizzically.
"I thought that the Weasleys were supposed to come by and get me for the Quidditch World Cup," explained Harry. "That is why I am a little confused."
"Well, Harry, Mr. Weasley has something to take care of within the Ministry and Mrs. Weasley would not allow the boys come alone without him," Professor Dumbledore said.
Politely Harry showed the Headmaster of Hogwarts into their living room, even with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon looking so disgusted about this. They didn't want a stranger in their pristine living room. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were deeply afraid that Dumbledore will ruin it somehow.
"Now, wait just one moment!" exclamation Uncle Vernon, "You can't allow this person to enter the room without my permission."
"Sir, do not be alarmed, but I thought that you would be greatful to get Harry off your hands, or am I wrong?" Dumbledore asked Uncle Vernon.
"You are right about us wanting this blasted boy away, but we didn't intend for you to come inside our house," Uncle Vernon said as politely as he could.
You see Uncle Vernon, as Aunt Petunia, are what people in the world, in which Harry and Dumbledore belong to as Muggles, to the wizarding world muggles are non-magical folk that would not understand why wizards and witches stay hidden. Aunt Petunia sister Lily wasn't normal to her; Lily was a freak to her.
"I hope that you are happy that you are now inside this house without permission," yelled Uncle Vernon to a smiling Headmaster.
"I would have come into your house with or without permission sir, because I want to talk to Harry without being overheard," Dumbledore said calmly.
Uncle Vernon didn't know what to say to this last comment because he had acted like he was just hit by a big sack of potatoes. Aunt Petunia had her regular expression written across the ugly face of hers.
"But….but why would you have to come inside this house in the first place," spoke Aunt Petunia for the first time.
"Maybe my Headmaster has to talk to me privately," Harry stated without thinking. Harry really didn't care about upsetting his relatives.
"Why would he bloody hell want to do that?" yelled Uncle Vernon to the room at large.
"I would like to talk Harry alone and privately so that we are not overheard by anyone outside," Professor Dumbledore said as if nothing wrong happened.
"Oh, well, what is so important that you can't say it to Harry out there in the open?," said Uncle Vernon, looking around the room to see if anyone else had any say in it.
"It has to deal with the Quidditch World Cup and what might happen after the game," replied Professor Dumbledore.
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Harry was surprised to hear what just came out of the mouth of his headmaster. How did Professor Dumbledore know that there was going to be mayhem at the match? Had Dumbledore broken into Harry's thoughts last night while he was sleeping?
Harry walked into the spotless living room of his aunt's and uncle's, not knowing what to expect from Professor Dumbledore. Seeing that their living room was going to be take over Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon walked out of the room defeated by Harry and Professor Dumbledore.
Finally, Dumbledore began to speak to Harry about the troubles that might show themselves to the spectators that are traveling across the globe to watch.
"Harry," Professor Dumbledore said, "something grave is going to happen during the match. Mr. Weasley had to go into the Ministry of Magic to sort everything out."
"Sir," said Harry while looking into the blue eyes of Dumbledore, "I had a dream actually like this, that something terrible would happen after the match."
Dumbledore sat there thinking to himself about what he had just heard from Harry. Dumbledore wasn't sure whether or not he was prepared for the shock that Harry already knew what was being planned. Though, did Harry know that this was going to happen by the Death Eaters that followed the Dark Lord back when he was powerful?
"Harry, do you know what exactly is going to happen there?" Dumbledore asked the boy with the green eyes.
"Well sir, I know that it is being planned by the former Death Eaters," Harry said as calmly as can be, showing that he wasn't worried. "That the Death Eaters are going to have a little bit fun with the Muggles there are at the camp site." Harry wasn't about to tell Dumbledore that something was going to appear in the midnight sky.
Dumbledore was just sitting there not saying anything after the last words were spoken by Harry. He wasn't sure what to tell him or if he even wanted to say anything to Harry. Though the day was still young and they still had to travel to the Burrow where his friend Ron lives. Finally, Dumbledore stood up acting like he didn't want to discuss the topic any more, and was ready to head off to Ron's house.
"Harry, is everything packed and ready to leave at this very minute, because we don't want to waste anytime in getting there?" Dumbledore said.
"Yes sir," Harry said, "everything is ready to go for the journey."
They gather Harry's school items and belongings and headed out the Dursley's front door without even saying goodbye. Harry was finally happy that he was leaving the place that hasn't been able to call home since he could remember.