Back at Privet four drive Harry was having much trouble. He couldn't sleep at all. Dudley was screaming that he didn't get enough to eat. Harry was thinking how could he not get enough to eat? His big fat bottom was already drooping over the sides of the chair. "Eat!" Petunia Dursley shoved a cold can of chicken noodle soup in Harry's door cat flap. Harry drank about three-fourths of it then realized by a bite on the finger by Hedwig that she was probably starving too. "Here." Harry dumped the rest of the contents of soup into Hedwig's food bowl.
Harry made a disgusting face at Hedwig when she ate the vegetables for Harry absolutely hated vegetables. He thought he might write to Ron. There was no point in writing Hermione she would be having too much fun.
Dear Ron. Hope you are well. Be careful, Hedwig learned how to bite when I last wrote Sirius. Yes! Sirius is alive! He's just a bit broken. Well, Im just looking for contact out of this house. Please write me. Best to you, Harry.
Harry waited for Hedwig to finish up. "Here Hedwig." Hedwig took the letter from Harry and flew off to the burrow. Harry flopped onto the bed and opened his Quidditch book; he liked to read up on all the Quidditch teams and how well they are doing. (The book constantly updated itself.) Harry was startled when his cousin squealed with joy he almost threw his book across the room from fright.
"Mummy loves her Ickle Diddykins! Yes she does!" Aunt Petunia's muffled voice came from the kitchen. "Yes, Dudley. You have a man's appetite." Came Vernon Dursley's voice. "Yeah, a pig's appetite." Harry laughed at his own joke. "Harry!" Get down here now!" Aunt Petunia's voice was not sweet sounding anymore, it was quite the opposite. Harry walked down the stairs thinking about what he could have done this time. Usually he didn't do anything and his punishments were for something Dudley didn't do.
"What did I do this time?" Harry asked in a bored tone. "Don't you speak to us like that!" Vernon told Harry while whapping him on the shoulder. There was a faint "ow" from Harry but it didn't faze anyone at all. "You boy, are going to live with your godfather, I know we were supposed to keep you but we don't want to even fathom your kind anymore." Vernon spoke with disgust as though Harry was a worm that just had its guts squirted out.
"Awwwww. But Ickle Diddykins won't have a punching bag anymore!" Harry blurted out in a false caring voice. "Shut your mouth!" The three Dursley's yelled together. "Go pack your things, now!" Aunt Petunia shouted, her voice shaking as though she was making the worst mistake of her life. Harry walked up the stairs humming a happy tune. Harry decided he should write Sirius but when Harry got to his room an owl was already there
Hello Harry, I was just checking in with you. Please write me back. It's dreadful boring here, sitting with Remus. Don't tell him I said that. Harry laughed as he read the letter. P.S. The bird bites.
"Ow!" The bird had just bit Harry on the finger.
"Ron?" Leslie creeped into Ron's room in her pink pajamas. "Yeah? What took you so long?" Ron was reading over Harry's letter. "Oh, when I was downstairs you dad came home and started asking me questions about the function of a baseball." Leslie exclaimed awkwardly.
"Oh yeah, dads all into that muggle stuff." Ron simply while he was still reading the letter. "Who's that letter from? Oh! Hey Hedwig!" Leslie noticed it was from Harry. She went over to stroke the white owl but Hedwig bit her. "Hey!" Leslie got a band-aid from Ron's drawer and put it on her bleeding finger.
"Yeah, Hedwig learned to bite." Ron was now writing back to Harry.
Hey Harry, what's up? Leslie's over at my house she says 'Hello Harry.' Would you like to come over sometime? I will ask mum in the morning. Best- Ron.
Ron tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and she flew off.
Dear Sirius, how are you mate? Uh, I was wondering if I can live with you. Please! The Dursley's are kicking me out and I have no where else to go.-Harry.
Harry looked up from the letter and saw Hedwig swooping in. "Hello Hedwig." Harry was tying the letter to Sirius's owl's leg. "Take this to Sirius, at St. Mungos." The owl nodded, bit Harry and then flew off.
Harry walked over to his drawer as Leslie did and got a band-aid for his bleeding finger. Hedwig hooted happily as she arrived in record time which is about ten minutes. "Yeah, Hedwig, you're getting faster. But I wouldn't be so happy right now. The Dursley's are kicking us out. Since Im 17 and I don't really know how old you are, probably 7, we should be living on our own.
But I think Hagrid still has my key to the Gringotts vault and I don't have much muggle money so I asked Sirius if I can live with him. He hasn't replied yet, so right now Im going to write Lupin." Harry was pacing around his room with Hedwig looking at him curiously when he was done talking Hedwig gave a happy hoot then Harry finally sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and started to write a letter to Lupin.
Harry wrote the same thing he did to Sirius. "Here Hedwig, take this to Lupin." The owl grabbed the letter and flew off to St. Mungo's. "I better get to writing Ron back." Harry thought out loud. Harry searched his room looking for parchment.
Hey Ron, Hi Leslie, Yes, I would like to come over! I wrote Sirius and Lupin asking if I could live with them, they haven't written back yet. The Dursley's are kicking me out! Can you believe it? Sooner or later- Harry.
Harry started tapping his desk waiting for Hedwig to return. "Pig what are you doing here?" Harry asked when a tiny owl flew in Harry's window. "Must be flight of the owls tonight." Harry laughed as he walked over to Pigwidgeon.
"To: Hermione. Pig! You've gone the complete wrong way. Here take this letter to Ron and I will have this sent to Hermione when Hedwig gets back." The tiny owl zoomed back to the Burrow. "Pig? Why are you back so early?"
Ron took the letter from Pig and read it to himself. "Leslie will you tie this to Pig's leg?" Ron asked Leslie as he finished the letter. "Yeah sure." Leslie answered. Leslie tied the letter to the minature owl's leg. "Hey you better change into your pajamas too." Leslie told Ron as she was staring out the window watching Pig fly off.
"Yeah, I will be right back." Ron grabbed his pajamas and snuck down stairs. Harry was reading his book once more while waiting for Hedwig to return. "Hey Hedwig, take this to Hermione please." The snowy owl soared back into the sky. By the squeals coming from down stairs Dudley was on his fifth or sixth slice of pie. Harry flopped back on to his bed and returned to his book. "Lights out!" The roaring voice of Harry's uncle told him it was ten p.m.
The skinny seventeen year old turned over to his clock but it told his it was only nine. He best not argue. He got up and turned off the light, the room was pitch black except for the full moon outside, Harry wondered if Lupin took his potion to not transfigure into a werewolf. "Lumos." Harry pulled out his wand and went back to reading his book.
"Hey, Ron" Leslie began as Ron entered the bedroom. "Wanna see if we can go to Diagon alley tomorrow?" Leslie walked over to Ron's bed and sat down. "Yeah, im pretty sure." Ron threw a pillow and a blanket on the floor. "Are you really tired?" Leslie sat up on the bed. "No, not really." Ron was staring out the window.
Oy, Harry! Wanna come to out house later? Would you also like to go to Diagon alley with me and Leslie later today? You know like, when the sun is up? Please? - Ron.
Harry read the letter twice. How was Harry to get to The Burrow? Apparate of course! Harry had learned to apparate in his last year, his sixth year. Harry started to pack up all his things. The boy opened his trunk and started to put his clothes sloppily into it and searched under his bed for any other clothing items. "Stupid socks." Harry pulled out three pairs of socks and tossed them into the trunk. "Books, Books, Books." Harry muttered as he walked around his room grabbing books that were scattered all over the floor. When his hands were full of books he dumped them into the trunk.
Im, coming over Ron, sorry for the short notice, the Dursley's are dumping me out now. Im packing, will apparate. See you soon. –Harry.
Ron read the letter He looked up for Pig but he had already flown off. "Oh!" Leslie jumped at the sound of a crack. "Harry's here." Ron sounded relived. The two ran downstairs and greeted Harry. "Here, have a pasty." Ron opened a few cupboards then finally found seven pasties. "Here, you look starving." Leslie slid three of the pasties to Harry. Harry was practically shoving them down his mouth.
"Ok, let's head up. Shh." Ron put a finger to his lips. Harry levitated his trunk and walked up the stairs. "Uh, er- here." Ron pushed some junk to the side and kicked a couple socks to the corner of his room. Harry laid his things down on the spot where Ron had poorly cleared. Leslie was still eating her pasty when she arrived in Ron's room carrying Hedwig's empty cage. "You tired?" Ron sat on his bed. "No, not really." Harry was still staring around the orange room with posters of Quidditch players flying around making no noise.
"Let's teach Harry that game you taught me! What's it called?" Ron started snapping his fingers. "Go fish?" Leslie suggested. "Yeah! It's a muggle game." Ron pulled out his enchanted cards. The three sat in a circle. Leslie explained the game to Harry and the trio played all morning.
