Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Reimagined Chapter 2: A Peck Of Owls, a harry potter fanfic

Chapter Two

A Peck Of Owls

"What the heck?" Said Harry blankly.

"Oh that stupid Mundungus Fletcher he left without even paying any attention to what could have been happening. Now here we are with a nearly unconscious cousin of yours. And now we've got to get the both of you home now." Said Mrs. Figg angrily, wringing her tiny hands in the air. "He had left the house to go see someone about a batch of cauldrons that had fallen off of the back of a broomstick! I specifically told Findings that I would flay him alive if he ever got a chance to go pick up those cauldrons, and look at what horrible thing that has happened. Dementias in the calm streets of Little Whining. It was you who has been really lucky that I had Mr. Tibbles, my cat, in the case! But it looks like we haven't got any time to stand around here waiting. Hurry up, now, and we have now got to get you back inside quickly please! Oh, I can't say how much trouble this is going to cause you and your education! I am going to kill that Mundungus Fletcher."

"But,"

The revelation of the fact that his batty old cat obsessed neighbor knew what dementors were was almost as big of a shock to Harry as the meeting of the two of them down in the alleyway. "You are a witch am I right?"

"No I am not really what you call a witch. I should say I am what you would call a Squib, as Findings knows full well, so how in the heck and what on the earth and was supposed to help you fight off some of those disgusting dementors? He has left you completely defenseless and without cover when I warned him."

"So you said this bloke that you call Mundungus has been following me around? Hand on for a moment. It was really him who was following me. He was the one who disappeared from the front door of my house!"

"Aha! Yes it was him and you are very correct. But you were lucky that I had stationed Mr. Tibbles my cat under a car just in case he left, and my dear kitten Mr. Tibbles came very soon and had warned me, but by the time I got to your house you were gone and now oh no, what is Dumbledore going to say? You boy!" She shrieked at Dudley, who was still lying on the floor. "Get your big fat bottom off the ground, quickly now!"

" So you say you know Dumbledore then?" Said Harry, staring at her.

"Oh of course I know who Dumbledore is, and besides who doesn't know whom Dumbledore? But come on we got to hurry and I will be no help at all if they ever come back, I have never so much as to Transfiguration a single teabag."

She stopped down, and seized one of Dudley's massive arms in her wizened hands, and tugged.

"Now get up, you useless lump of coal, get up NOW!"

But Dudley still could not get up or would not move at all. He was still on the hard ground, trembling and still ill looking face, with his mouth shut very tight.

" I think I will do the honors of carrying my cousin Dudley home." Harry slowly and carefully took hold of Dudley's arm and heaved with all his might; with an enormous effort he had finally managed to hoist and lift Dudley on to his feet. Dudley who seemed to be at the point of fainting: his small eyes were rolling around in their sockets and sweat was beading on his face; the very moment Harry had let go of him Dudley swayed dangerously.

" Oh, please get up and hurry please!" said Mrs. Figg hysterically.

Harry had been able to pull up one of Dudley's massive arms around his own shoulders and was carefully dragging him toward the main road, only sagging slightly under Dudley's massive body. Mrs. Figg tottered along in front of them, still peering anxiously around the corner.

"Keep you wand out Harry and follow me closely if you are able to. Now come on let's move out of here before the Ministry finds us again." she told Harry quickly, as they entered Wisteria Walk. " Now don't you start minding over the Statute of Secrecy now, there's probably going to be hell to pay for this anyways, and we might as well be hanged for a dragon as for the dragon egg. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. . . This was exactly what Dumbledore was really afraid of happening, wait for just a second what was that at the end of the street? Oh it's just Me. Prentice. . . . Don't put your wand away boy, you don't want me to continue telling you that I am no use when it comes to defending you both?"

It was not a very easy task of both keeping a good hold of your wand and also keeping a steady hand on his wand, while also trying to carry Dudley and keep himself steady on his feet at the exact same time. Harry would rather give his cousin an impatient dig in the rib, but Dudley seemed to have completely lost all of his desire of being able to independently move himself. He was slumped over on Harry's sore shoulders, with his large feet dragging along the hard cold ground.

"Why didn't you even tell me that you were a Squib?" Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with great effort to just keep on walking. " So out of all those times that I had to come around to your house and have tea. Why in the heck didn't you say anything to me about the fact that you are a Squib?"

"Well why didn't I choose to tell you that I'm a Squib is because of Dumbledore's orders. I was supposed to keep a very close eye on you but however I did not say anything, because for a fact you were way too young to know about it. I'm deeply sorry that I was the one who gave you such a miserable time, but those nasty Dursleys would have never let you come over if they thought you world enjoy it. But no it wasn't really that easy, but you know. . . . But by my word," she said tragically, wringing her tiny hands once more. "when Dumbledore heard about this, oh how could have Mundungus possibly have even left you, he was supposed to be on duty until midnight, oh where the freaking hell is he? How am I going to tell Dumbledore about what had just happened, I forgot I can't Apparate?"

"I've also got an owl, you could borrow her if you like." Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudley's weight.

"Harry, you just don't understand! Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as he possibly can, while the Ministry have their own way of detecting and uncovering underage magic, they might even already know about the dementors and what you did, Harry marks my words."

"But I was trying to get rid of those nasty dementors, I had no choice but to use magic, and besides they are going to be more worried about what these dementia were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely?"

"Oh my dear god are you all right, I only wish if it were so but I am afraid, Mundungus Fletcher, I am going to kill you!"

There was a loud crack and a really strong smell that was mingled with a drink and steal tobacco filled to night air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered looking over coat had materialized right in front of them. he had some short bandy legs, long strategy ginger hair, and what seems like blood shot buggy eyes that seems to give him two doleful look of a basset hound; cause he was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry his recognized at once as an Invisibility cloak.

"What's up, Figgy. How are you doing? What's going on do you need help?" Mundungus said, staring from Mrs. Figg all the way to Harry and Dudley. "What happened to staying under cover? Could you explain why you aren't undercover? What happened? What did I miss?"

"Well I will give what happened to staying undercover you big old coward!" Cried Mrs. Figg. "They were dementors, you useless, skiving extremely sneaky thieves!"

"What did you say happened here? Or did I happen to hear something about dementors?" Repeated Mundungus, a gasp. "You say dementors were in Little Whinging?"

"And besides this wouldn't have happened if you weren't going off to buy someone's stolen cauldrons! Well Didn't I specifically tell you not to go? Well tell me didn't I tell you not to go so that you could pay careful attention to Mr. Harry Potter over here!"

" Well I had no good idea of what could go wrong to night. You could also see that I also have no real choice between picking up these things and staying to look after Harry." Said Findings looking uncomfortable. "Tonight has been a very good night for business opportunities as you can see. . . ."

Mrs. Figg furiously raised an area from which the string bag was dangled from and Digg whacked Findings around on the face and neck with the small drawstring bag; judging by the clanking sound it makes which meant that it was filled with cat food.

"Ouch that hurts, are you mad you old bat? Someone has got to go and tell Dumbledore about what has happened!"

"Yes and do you know who that person is you because the have someone who is going to be very willing to go and that person is you Findings!" Yelled Mrs. Figg, who was still swinging the drawstring bag filled with cat food and hitting every bit of poor old Mundungus as much as she could reach. "And it should be you who will go straight to Dumbledore and tell him what happened here besides it has gotta be you Mundungus Fletcher and it's also because you could help out by going to Dumbledore and telling him why you weren't there to help!"

"Okay and keep your hairnet on please!" Said Mundungus, with his arms over his head, cowering. "Okay I am leaving. I am leaving."

And with another loud crack and he had vanished.

"Oh I really hope that Dumbledore murders him!" Said Mrs. Figg furiously. " Now come on, Harry, what in the heck are you waiting for?"

Harry had decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudley's bulky body. He could have given the semiconductors Dudley a giant heave and slowly and painfully staggered onward.

"I will personally make sure the I take you to your front door before the rest of us are in trouble with the Ministry too." Said Mrs. Figg as calmly as she possibly could, as they turned into Privet Drive. "Oh and just in case there are any more around here. . . . Oh by my word, what a catastrophe this really is. . . And you would have to fight those dementors off by yourself. . . And oh my god what would Dumbledore say when he finds out that there has been dementors roaming the streets of Little Whinging and besides that is not all the thing the would worry Dumbledore and he personally said that we were told to keep you safe and prevent you from doing any magic at any cost. . . . Well it does you absolutely no good to be crying over a spilled potion, and I do suppose. . . . But oh well those cats must be among those pixies by now. . ."

"So you say that," Harry said exhausted. "Dumbledore. . . Has been having. . . Me followed and has been watching my every move you say since the beginning if summer break."

"Yes of course he has been having you watched and followed, my dear Harry." Said Mrs. Figg impatiently. " Did you think or did you just expect him to just let you wander around on your own without any one to watch over you and especially after what happened in June if you have forgotten? My dear good lord, boy, they told me that you were smart and intelligent but they didn't warn you that you are also really good at figuring this sort of stuff out. . . Well that would have to be ignored but however right now we need to get you inside and please try not to leave the house and remember to stay inside." She said as they reached number four. " Do however expect they someone will be getting in touch with you soon enough Mr. Harry Potter."

"So, tell me what are you going to do to make this terrible thing that has happened easier?" asked Harry quickly.

"Oh you know I am just going to go straight home." said Mrs. Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. "I will need to wait for further instructions from Dumbledore. Just stay in the house and have a good night."

"Hang on I am not done questioning you so please don't go yet! I would still like to know more please stay."

But no matter how much shouting Harry was doing Mrs. Figg had already set off in a fast trot, with her carpet slippers still flopping around on the ground, and her drawstring bag still clunking at her side.

"Wait don't go yet you haven't even answered all of my questions yet!" shouted Harry as he tried to run after her with Dudley on his back; and that is not the point the point is that he has about a million different questions to ask and that could only work if there was anyone in close contact with Dumbledore; but within just a few seconds Mrs. Figg was already swallowed up by the darkness. Scowling angrily Harry quietly readjusted Dudley who was still on his shoulders and made a slow, and painful way up to number four's garden path.

The first thing he saw was the bright light in the hallway. Harry carefully and very quickly stuck his wand back inside of the waistband of his jeans, and then rang the bell, and silently watched as Aunt Petunia's outline grew larger and larger, and oddly distorted at the sound of rippling glass at the front door.

"Hey it's our son Dudley! It's about time for you to come home my boy, I was starting to get quite worried. Uh, Diddy, what seems to be the matter with you? Are you feeling okay, tell me my dear child! Did something happen to you when you were out there."

Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in the nick of time. Dudley swayed for a moment or two on the spot, with his face in a sickly shade of pale green, and he opened his mouth at last and vomited all over the doormat.

"Oh my what happened Diddy. Diddy please, what's the matter with you? Did anything go wrong out there today? Oh my dear Dudley could you please tell your dear old mommy over here what happened to you? Oh Vernon come over here? I said Vernon Dursley could you please come on over here I really think you should see this?" Then Harry's dreadfully cruel uncle came galloping out of the living room, as a walrus sized mustache came growing higher and thicker as it had always been when he became agitated. He very quickly hurried on over to try the best he possibly could to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a very weak Dudley who was over the threshold while also trying to avoid stepping in the disgusting pool of vomit.

" He seems to be extremely ill, Vernon! What should we do to help him through this sort of mess? Should we try to find out what happened to him from his dear cousin Harry Potter? I do mean that it could be our only way of really knowing what has happened to our dear son, Dudley.'

"What is it that you are trying to tell us, my dear child? What happened to you Dudley? Tell me did Mrs. Polkis give you something foreign for tea today? Oh please my dear sweet Dudley tell us what has happened to you is you could talk to us?"

"And why are you all covered up in dirt, my darling? Have you been laying on the ground at some point today? Oh Dudley please tell us we are all extremely worried about you!"

"Hang on for a minute. You haven't been mugged, have you my son? Oh I am so worried Dudley. Please Hang on in there. We will do our best to find the answer soon."

Aunt Petunia gave a very worried and very sensible scream.

"Vernon, should we phone the police! No I don't really think that we should phone the police cause if we could figure this thing out ourselves it could save us a lot of time! Oh my dear Diddy, darling, speak to your dear old mommy! What did they do to you? Vernon we should at least try to figure this out ourselves before we ever try to phone the police. Cause they can't really try to help us if we ourselves don't even have a single clue.

In the middle of all this kerfuffle, as if nobody seems to have really noticed Harry, which would have suited him perfectly until something happened. He had just managed to slip inside in time just before Uncle Vernon had slammed the door shut and all the while the Dursleys made a fuss during their noisy progress of walking down the hall toward the kitchen, and Harry moved extremely carefully and quietly toward the stairs.

"Who could have even done this sort of stuff to you, my son? Give us a set of names? We will take our anger on the people that did this sort of thing to you, and besides that not all you also don't need to worry about single Dudley. We have your back my son."

"Uncle Vernon would you please shut the freaking hell up. I do think that he is trying to say something! What is it, Diddy? Could you please tell your Mommy!"

Harry's foot was at the bottom of the staircase when poor Dudley found his own voice again.

"It was my cousin Harry Potter who did this to me. But however I have a feeling that the truth he will tell you will make it seem like its not his fault. Please forgive him for me he did not do anything that would hurt me. I am sorry Harry. He was actually trying to protect me instead. Mommy and Daddy take your anger out on him but please don't make him pay for all that he has done. Harry saved my life when I was in danger. He needs more love than what you can give him. Forgive him and don't hurt him he is like a brother to me now." said Dudley weakly looking at Harry with forgiveness and a true sensation of sorry for putting Harry through all that pain that he Dudley has placed on Harry Potter.

Harry stood there and froze, and with only one feet on the steps, with his face screwed up, and braced himself for an explosion. But before Uncle Vernon could reach Harry something happened. Harry turned over, put his feet back on the ground and walked on over to Dudley with great sympathy and said. "Do you really forgive even though I tried to get you hurt many times over this summer. I feel as if I have treated you like a person who doesn't have a sense of what could go wrong. Dudley, maybe it should be me who should be the one apologizing to you. I have treated like you like crap even though you were really mean to me. I should have treated you better. I am sorry Dudley could forgive me for what I did to you as I can forgive you for what you did to me." Harry put a silly grin upon his face while Dudley stared at Harry looking as if he was in shock from what just happened in front of Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon's eyes.

"Hey My Dear Boy! Did I just hear the both of you agreeing on something over here in the kitchen. Dudley my son, are you saying that even if I do get angry at Harry that I should still forgive him for all that he did to you tonight. Well this sure has never happened before in our family for sure, cause usually the two of you would be fighting your heads off. Well okay then kid I guess that is what I should do then from now on. Well then come over here my boy Harry. We need to talk to you about some stuff like your cousin said. And please remember to be polite to your Aunt."

With a feeling of dread coming over him but no matter what happened deep down inside of him, he now knows that Dudley could be his friend now but not truly friends though. but Harry just calmly sat down in one of the chairs in the kitchen and said. "What are you waiting for? Don't you want to know what has happened to Dudley over here. You know that I really want to go to bed. So bring it on and don't be shy." Harry looked up at Dudley and gave a great big smile before going back to a face that made him look like a grumpy teenager.

"Okay we'll get started soon. Don't you worry?" said Uncle Vernon. Harry looked around the super clean kitchen that contained an oddly unreal looking glitter after it became dark outside. Aunt Petunia was slowly ushering a woozy Dudley down into a chair set out for him by his parents. Even though Dudley was still looking quite green and clammy. Uncle Vernon was standing just in front of a draining cutting board, glaring down at Harry through those tiny, narrowed green eyes.

"So I am going to ask you nicely if you please. What did you do to my son? Or was it you who could have done this to my son or did someone else do this to Dudley. Now tell me your answer." He said with a menacing growl that would have thrown Harry off course.

"No I could swear that your son being woozy isn't my doing but I could tell you that it was a creature from my side that could do this to your son. I am positively telling you the truth." said Harry calmly. Harry knowing perfectly clearly that his Uncle Vernon wouldn't have been convinced about what he said so easily.

"I am going to ask you nicely again. What did Harry do to you, my darling Diddy?" Aunt Petunia said with a worried expression upon her face and in a quivering voice. Now a ton of vomit came out of Dudley mouth and right on to Dudley's nice looking leather jacket. "Was it a creature from his world? Was this something that we don't know about, my darling? Did he use his wand on you?"

Slowly, and with a tremendous amount of effort, Dudley nodded.

"Okay Uncle I admit it I did use my wand but more importantly it was only some Dementors as you should know. See it has nothing to do with me. It was those dementors who did this to your son Dudley." Harry said calmly, as Aunt Petunia let out a small gasp and Uncle Vernon felt as if the room has become cold all of a sudden. "There really were Dementors in the alley between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. Really I am telling you the truth. Those dementors did this to your son. I saw it with my own eyes."

But at that precise moment a screech owl had swooped in through the open kitchen window. It just narrowly missed the top of Uncle Vernon's head, it had soared across the kitchen, and dropped a large parchment envelope that it was carrying in its beak and dropping it down at Harry's feet, and turned gracefully, and the tips of its wings were just brushing the top of the fridge, and then zoomed outside again and off across the garden.

"It's those owls again. Those owls are annoying little beasts that are flying in and out of the house. And I don't like having owls around the house but I guess I can deal with it." shouted a very annoyed Uncle Vernon. He was able to calmly bear the owls that were coming into the house and trying the best not to get angry when the owls are coming into the house. He very gently shut the windows up again but left only one of the windows open. "So we have got owls coming in and out of the house again. Well I guess I should be absolutely fine. Even though I still don't like owls."

But Harry was already ripping open the envelope before Uncle Vernon could call out Harry again and was now quietly pulling out the letter inside, with his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his Adam's apple.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

We have just received information that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty three past nine minutes this evening in a Muggle inhabited area and was in the presence of a Muggle.

The severity of this breach in the Decrease for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand.

As you have already received your official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation of the Wizard's Statute of Secrecy, we are regretfully with the need to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at Nine Am on August Twelfth.

Hoping that you are doing well.

Yours Sincerely,

Morales Hophirk

From the Improper Use of Magic Office

Ministry of Magic

Harry who had to read through the letter twice. He was only vaguely aware of the fact that Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were talking in the vicinity of each other. While inside of his head, it had become icy and numb to the bone. The only fact that had suddenly penetrated his consciousness like a paralyzing dart. He could be expelled from Hogwarts. It was going to be all over for Harry. He was never going to have a chance to go back to Hogwarts.

He silently looked up at the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon was still looking purple with anger, and Uncle Vernon quietly and calmly disgusted about the reasons why owls shouldn't be able to get into the house. While Aunt Petunia who had put her arms gently around Dudley, who was vomiting again.

Mean while Harry's temporarily stupefied brain had seemed to awaken itself. All the while repeating the Ministry of Magic's words to himself: The Ministry representing will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your Amanda. There could only be one thing that could prevent this from happening. He could just run away now or he could stay and wait for an order from Dumbledore. I should say that waiting for the Order of the Phoenix would have been the best choice but where could he go if he was trying to run away. Harry had not a single clue but he was very certain of one thing and that is if he was going to run he was going to get out of this mess: But at Hogwarts or even outside of Hogwarts, he would often need his wand. In an almost dream-like scenario, he could pull out his wand and would have just turned around and left the kitchen but he chose to stay and wait for further instructions from Dumbledore. But he still tried to get out of the kitchen.

"Hey, Harry tell me where are you going? Are you trying to leave the kitchen? I am not done questioning you yet. Don't you dare to leave the kitchen and stay where you are?" Uncle Vernon said calmly but with anger in his voice. When Harry didn't have a good reason to explain what had happened to him and why he was in trouble with his awful Uncle Vernon. He very slowly and carefully walked all the way back to the kitchen again and walked up to Harry. "We were done with you yet, we are still trying to figure out what happened to Dudley. So I beg you to please join us in the kitchen again."

"Now look here Uncle Vernon sure we could go onwards and begin trying to figure this all out but first could you move out of the doorway." Said Harry calmly.

"Sure I will move out of your way for you to walk back to the kitchen my dear Harry. But could you please try to explain it the best you can for us please."

"Sure I am on my merry way from this end of the house and move to the other end of the hallway." Said Harry calmly. "And I could have jinxed you if I had a choice but not today."

Okay I do understand but please don't try to do that thing that you would have done to me. I can promise that I will become a better person." Said Uncle with fright. "I do know that you are not really allowed to use magic outside of that school you go to that is in a castle of some sort."

"Well sure but I am not so sure it would have kicked you out but I shall see cause I am still waiting for a response from a teacher." Said a sad looking Harry. "I do think that I shouldn't do anything with my wand yet."

Then a resounding Crack filled the kitchen; Aunt Petunia made a sob and Uncle Vernon just glared and said nothing while ducking from something. For the very third time that night Harry was staring at the source of the disturbance that he had not made. He spotted it at once: A dazed and ruffled looking barn owl was sitting outside on the kitchen sink cause the kitchen windows were closed. And as if he has just called with a closed window.

While trying to ignore Uncle Vernon's disapproving shout with the only word "Stupid Owls" all Harry has to do is to just quickly cross the room and run to wrench one of the windows open. This owl has stuck out it's leg, to a small roll of parchment was tied to its leg, and shook it's feathers, and it took off the moment Harry had pulled off the letter. His hands were shaking, Harry slowly and carefully unfurled the second message, in which was written very hastily and blotchily in black Inc.

Dear Harry,

Dumbledore's just arrived at the Ministry of Magic, and he is going to try and sort it all out. Please Harry Do You Hear Me And Whatever You Do? Do NOT Even Think About Even Trying To Leave Your Aunts And Uncles House. Do Not Use Any More Magic And Do Not Surrender Your Wand!

Yours Truly,

Arthur Weasley.

Okay good news, so it seems as if Dumbledore is really trying to sort this all out for my own sake. . . . What could this mean? How much power does Dumbledore have to try to override the ruling of the Ministry of Magic? Was there really a chance that he just might be allowed back to Hogwarts, then what. A small piece of hope began to shoot out of Harry's chest, almost immediately he became strangled by panic. But how could he possibly refuse to surrender his own wand without doing magic? He would have to duel with the Ministry representatives, and as if he could do that, then he would be lucky enough to escape Azkaban, let alone an expulsion from Hogwarts.

His mind was racing through so many different scenarios. . . . He could still try to run for it and take a risk of being captured by the Ministry, or he could choose to stay put and wait for them to find him here. But he was so much more tempted by the former course of actions, but he knew that Mr. Wesley does have his best interest at heart. . . But after all, Dumbledore had to sort things out that were much worse than the underage magic.

"Alright, Uncle Vernon." Said Harry. "I have changed my mind and that is my answer to your question. I have decided to stay here and continue our lovely talk. You should also know that I was still thinking about leaving before. Now let's help you learn what really happened to Dudley shall we."

He quickly flung himself down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley and his Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared to be taken aback to his sudden change of his mind. Aunt Petunia glanced despairingly at Uncle Vernon. The vain in Uncle Vernon's purple face was throbbing worse than ever.

"Who and we're did those ruddy owls come from?" He growled angry and beside him doesn't appear to enjoy having owls in the house.

"While the first one was from the Ministry of Magic, to make sure that I am not allowed to go back to Hogwarts." Said Harry calmly; he was straining his ears to catch any Noise that was coming from the outside just in case the Ministry representatives were approaching, and it was much easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernon's questions than to have him start getting mad and raging or bellowing about it. "The second owl was from my friend Ronald Weasley's father, who works at the Ministry."

"So do you mean the Ministry of Magic?" Shouted Uncle Vernon. "So there are people like you in government? Oh this should explain everything to me and it's no wonder the country's been going to these days. . . ."

While he found himself he couldn't possibly explain this to Uncle Vernon, sat there and glared at him, then sputtered, "and why have you been expelled for?"

"Because I used magic to save your son's life."

"Oh okay I get it but I should not say that its very funny." Roared Uncle Vernon, slamming his fist down on top of the fridge, which sprang open; several of Dudley's low fat snacks topped out and bust on the floor. "So do you admit that it was you who did magic. But I would like to know what did you do to my sweet little Dudley here?"

"I said I did nothing and I am totally telling you the truth. You should believe me Uncle." Said Harry with a slightly less calm expression. "I promise you it wasn't me who did anything to hurt Dudley. Please I could tell you about who would actually do this to Dudley."

"It has to have been you, who else in this family can use wands, but I can't be sure that it was you. Somehow i feel like I am not quite sure about it because I was blinded by the darkness. That Darkness was the worst thing i felt." muttered Dudley unexpectedly, and still too weak to stand up and hit Harry, and that also when uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia instantly made flapping at Harry to try and quiet Harry, while they both bent down low over Dudley.

"Go on my son." Said Uncle Vernon gently. "Tell us what really happened out there tonight."

"Tell us darling, please don't be shy about it." Whispered Aunt Petunia.

"He was pointing his awful want at me but that was before some sort of creature from his world blinded me. That was all I could clearly remember from before those creatures attacked me." Dudley mumbled weakly.

"Yes to be truthful I did point my wand at you Dudley but I did not do any magic." Harry began with a slight bit of anger in his voice.

"Oh my boy Harry Potter. Could You Shut The Freaking Hell Up For Me Please!" roared Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia in unison.

"Go on ahead my dear son, tell us please!" repeated Uncle Vernon, with his mustache blowing about furiously.

"It became all dark and it got freezing cold too. It was so very cold and I nearly froze my pants off. I was also blind and couldn't see anything at all. All I could hear was Harry's voice shouting at me and explaining what they were. I couldn't see him or even where I was standing." Dudley said hoarsely, shuddering with fright. "And then I started to hear things in my head."

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia began exchanging looks of utter horror and shock. As if their least favorite things should be magic, closely followed by neighbors who had cheated more than they did on the hose pipe ban, and people who heard voices in their heads were definitely in the bottom of the things that they should worry about. They had obviously thought that Dudley was losing his mind.

"What sort of things did you hear, Popkin?" breathed Aunt Petunia, very white faced and with tears in her eyes.

But Dudley seemed to be incapable of saying what sort of things he had heard in his head. He shuddered again and shook his large blond head, and despite the fact of the matter is that he felt the sense that his entire body was numb with dread and horror that has settled upon Harry ever since the arrival of the first owl, he had felt a certain amount of curiosity. Those Dementors could possibly cause a person to relive the absolutely worst moments of their life. . . . But what if it would do to a spoiled, pampered, and most importantly of all the bullying that happens around here, then Dudley would have been forced to hear the voices of all those whom he has hurt and bullied over the years?

"How could you have fallen over on to the ground, my son?" said Uncle Vernon in an unnaturally quiet voice, the very sort of voice that he would use at the bedside of a very ill person.

"I remember that I might have tripped on something and I was still blind so I couldn't see much." said Dudley shaking. "And then I don't remember anything further after that."

He gestured at his massive chest. Harry had finally understood what Dudley meant to say; Dudley was actually remembering the clammy and cold air that had filled his lungs as all the hope and happiness inside of him was soaked up by dementors.

"It was just horrible and I couldn't move." croaked Dudley. "It was cold and horrible. I mean like really cold and similar to being hit by a snow storm. Almost felt like winter to me."

"Okay but what else can you tell us?" said Uncle Vernon, who forced him to remain calm, all the while Aunt Petunia laid an anxious hand on Dudley's forehead to feel his temperature. "What happened soon after that Dudders, come on tell us please."

"It had felt. . . Felt. . . Felt. . . As if. . . As if. . . I can't make myself say what it really felt like."

"Did it feel as if you could never feel happy again." Harry supplied dully.

"Yes and that was exactly what it had felt like." Dudley whispered, still trembling.

"Yeah so what else happened after that?" said Uncle Vernon, now his voice had been restored to full and considerable volume as he straightened up again. "So you're telling me that you have put some sort of spell on my son over here so that he could hear voices. Or is there something else that could be causing this to happen to our son. Tell us Harry what is the thing that took place tonight."

"How many times should I tell you that I have put no spells of any sort on Dudley." Said Harry with his temper and voice rising together. " It wasn't me I tell you but I can say that it was a couple of dementors who could do this to your son okay!"

"What did you say to a couple of whom. And what is this cod scallop?"

"Can't you hear me Uncle, I said Dementors Uncle Vernon. Are you stupid or what and is it because you are pretending not hear me or something." Said Harry slowly and clearly. "There were two of them."

"And tell me what are dementors anyway?"

"They should be the guards of that wizard Prison, Azkaban." said Aunt Petunia.

Two long sounds of ringing silence followed by these words and then Aunt Petunia clapped her hands over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harry's brain reeled. Mrs. Figg was definitely something but Aunt Petunia?

"Tell me how did you know about Azkaban and other things about wizards?" he asked, astonished.

Aunt Petunia looked quite appalled with herself. She glanced at Uncle Vernon in a fear full yet apologizing look and then lowered her hand slightly to reveal her horsey tooth.

"I heard about it from that awful boy telling my sister about them and the wizarding world so many years ago." she said weakly.

"If you mean that world that my mother and father are a part of, then why didn't you use their names?" said Harry loudly, but Aunt Petunia had ignored him. She seemed to be horribly flustered.

Harry was certainly stunned at Aunt Petunia. Except for one of these outbursts many years ago, in the course of which Aunt Petunia had screamed that Harry's mother had been an awful freak. But he has never heard of her mention the fact that Lily had been Petunia's sister at one point in time. He was clearly astounded that she could even remember this scrape of information about the magical world of so long. When she usually puts all of her energy into just pretending that it doesn't exist.

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth in schools, and then closed his mouth again, and opened his mouth once more, and shut it again, apparently struggling to remember how to talk, and finally opened his mouth for a third time and croaked out. "So they are real you say and they actually do exist, and do they err dementy what is it do too."

Aunt Petunia nodded in agreement.

Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley then last of all to Harry Potter as if he was hoping that somebody was going to shout "April Fool's!". But when nobody did, he tried to open his mouth but yet again he did not say a single word, but however he was spared from the struggle to find more words that was cut out by the arrival of the third owl of the evening, which had zoomed through the still open window like a feathery cannon and landed with a clatter on the kitchen table, causing all three Dursleys to jump with fright. Harry tore the second official looking envelope from the owls beak and ripped it open as the owl swooped back out of the window and into the night.

"I have had enough of those owls flying around the house. . . ." muttered Uncle Vernon distracted and now stumped over to the open window and slammed it shut again.

Dear Mr. Harry Potter,

On further notice to our earlier letter that came at approximately twenty two minutes ago, the Ministry of Magic has thoroughly revised its previous decision to destroy your wand forth with. You may retain your wand until your official disciplinary hearing on the twelfth of August, at which time an official decision shall be taken.

With the following discussions with the current Headmaster of Hogwarts the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, the Ministry of Magic has agreed that the question about your expulsion shall also be decided at that time. You should therefore now consider yourself temporarily suspended from school until your pending for further inquiries have been completed.

With the Very best of wishes.

Yours Sincerely,

Mafalda Hophirk,

Improper Use of Magic Office,

Ministry of Magic.

Harry had to read this letter three or even four times in quick successions before he could take his eyes off of it. That miserable knot that had been in his chest has now loosened up only slightly at the very thought of the fact that he was not indefinitely expelled, but even though his fears were that by no means of howling about being banished. Everything seems to hang on to this hearing on the twelfth of August.

"Well what is it that you have right there?" Said Uncle Vernon who had now become quite calm again, and was recalling Harry to his surroundings. "What is about to happen right now? Have they sentenced you for anything yet. Or should I ask does your lot have the death penalty?" He added with a nasty sneer, and as if it was a hopefully good thing for an afterthought.

"No Uncle Vernon we do not have the death penalty however we do have something that could be even worse than your death penalty. It is called the Imperious Curse, Cruciatus Curse, and last of all Avada Kedavra Curse or the Killing Curse. And we also have other ways of making people feel miserable. All that I have got is to go to a Ministry Hearing at the Ministry of Magic." Said Harry.

"It could only be possible but that would only be able to happen if they could find the fact that whether or not I am guilty or not guilty.

"Then I guess that it would be a good idea that I would not give up my part of the deal then." Said Uncle Vernon.

"Well, as if that is all the things that I would have to worry about at the moment." Said Harry glaring angry at Uncle Vernon, and getting on to his feet. He was desperate to be left alone, to think peacefully, and even perhaps he might even be able to send a letter to Ronald Wesley, soon to be girlfriend Hermione Granger, or even a letter to his godfather Sirius Black.

"No Harry, we are not yet done talking to you yet my boy." Said Uncle Vernon. "Please sit back down?" Uncle Vernon was smiling unpleasantly and showing his teeth as if to say "We are not done messing with you so please go back to your seat." sort of smile that would mean trouble for Harry.

"So what is it that you want now? Didn't you get the answer that you want out of me?" Said Harry glaring with anger thrown across his face.

"Dudley tell me please?" Said uncle Vernon in a fake polite voice and still smiling unpleasantly at Harry. "I would really like to know what had really happened to my son?"

"Sure I can tell you about what happened to your son" yelled Harry angry at his stupid Uncle, and also this was his moment when his temper had flared up, while also red and gold sparks flew off the end of his wand. All three of the Dursleys stood there and flinched away, and also went onwards with the story looking terrified of Harry.

"Listen Uncle, cause you see Dudley and I were in the dark Alleyway that is in-between Magnolia Present and Wisteria Walk." Said Harry once again, speaking at a fast pace, fighting to control his red hot temper. "Dudley thought that he could be smart with me, and I had pulled out my wand but didn't use it on Dudley. Then two Dementors had suddenly showed up in the alleyway."

"But could you please tell us what dementors please?" Asked Uncle Vernon furiously. "What kind of things can they do to you and to anyone else as well?"

"As I told you they suck all of the happiness right out of you." Said Harry angry and glowing red. "And they could even possibly get a chance, they will give you the dementors kiss."

"When they give you a kiss that drains all of your happiness!" Said Uncle Vernon, with his eyes popping out slightly. "They kiss you and drain the love out of you."

"It's what they would call it when they suck your soul out from your mouth."

Aunt Petunia uttered a soft frightened scream.

"Is his soul safe. They couldn't have possibly taken away our sweet Dudley's soul right."

She seized her son Dudley by the shoulders and shook him, as though to test and see whether she could possibly hear his soul rattling around inside of him.

"Of course they didn't even have the possibility of even being able to get around to his soul, cause you would have noticed if they did get their chance." Said Harry, exasperated.

"So you had to fight them off didn't you, son?" Said Uncle Vernon loudly, with the appearance of a man that was struggling to bring the conversation back onto the plane in which he could understand. "So you gave them the old one two, did you?"

"You can't really give a couple of dementors the old one two because they float and could just fly away from you." said Harry beginning to become inpatient again.

"Why would our son be looking alright and without even a single sign of damage upon him then." Bluster Uncle Vernon. "Why isn't our son all empty then?"

"Well that was because I used the Patronus Charm."

WHOOSH? With a cluttering and a whirling of wings, and the soft fall of dust, a fourth owl came shooting out of the kitchen fireplace.

"For the gods sake! What is the freaking hell going on over here with all these freaking owls? Damn Shit! I freaking hell hate those owls." roared Uncle Vernon, who was also pulling great clumps of hair out of his mustache and it was something he hadn't been driven to for a long time. "I will not have any more owls in the house! I will not tolerate this any longer. I will tell you Harry Potter.

But Harry who was already pulling the roll of parchment out from the owl's leg. He was so convinced that this letter would have to be from Dumbledore, trying to explain everything and the first thing on the letter would have to be about the dementors, the next thing would have to be about Mrs. Figg, third thing would have to be about what the Ministry of Magic was up to, and also has Dumbledore trying to sort everything that has happened out in the wizarding world and for the very first time in his life he was disappointed to see a letter written by Sirius. Doing all that he can to possibly ignore Uncle Vernon's ongoing rant about owls in the house and narrowing his eyes against a second cloud of dust as the most recent owl took off back up the chimney, Harry quickly read Sirius's message.

To Mr. Harry Potter,

Arthur Weasley has just told us what has happened.

Do not leave the house again, whatever you do.

Love your Godfather,

Sirius Black (Snuffles)

Harry had found this such an inadequate response to everything that had happened tonight that he had to turn the parchment over, looking for the rest of the letter, but there was nothing else written on the piece of parchment paper.

And now his temper really started to rise again. Wasn't anybody going to say a "Well Done" for just fighting off two dementors single handed? Both Mr. Weasley and Sirius both were acting as though he had misbehaved and they were saving their tale, until they could be certain how much damage could have been done.

"A peck, I mean to say a peck of stupid dumb owls just shooting in and out of my house and I just won't have this happen, my boy. No definitely I would not like this to happen again."

"I can't really stop those owls from coming into the house you know Uncle Vernon." Harry snapped, crushing Sirius's letter in his fist.

"I would really like to know if you have been actually telling me the truth or have you been possibly lying to me this whole time." barked Uncle Vernon. "Is it really possible that those demenders really did hurt Dudley, or could it be possible that you are the one who hurt Dudley over here Mr. Harry Potter. And how could it have been possible that you have been expelled from that awful school of yours? And also did you use your wand in which you have already said multiple times.

Harry closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. His hands were beginning to ache again. He wanted nothing more than to tell them anything and get out of the stupid kitchen, and as far away from the Dursley's as possible.

"Why can't any of you guys hear me, I already told you multiple times that I used the Patronus Charm to get rid of those dementors." He said, forcing himself to remain calm. "It was the only thing that actually works on getting rid of those dementors."

"So then tell us what were they doing here in Little Whinging?" said Uncle Vernon in tunes of outrage.

"I can't possibly tell you everything Uncle Vernon. It would be against wizarding law." said Harry wearily. "And besides that's not really the point I'm trying to say. And I also have not a single clue of how they even got here in the first place."

His head was pounding in the brightly lit kitchen. His anger was edging away. He had felt drained and exhausted. The Dursleys were all staring at him.

"Could it have possibly been you, my dear boy Harry." said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "It has got something to do with you doesn't it Harry. I should know it by now Harry. Why else would those dementors turn up Harry. Why else would they possibly try to hide in our alleyway. You could be the only one who actually knows of these strange and awful creatures and bring them to our peaceful town." Evidently he couldn't possibly bring himself to say the word "Wizard".

"That the only thing that you know could run for miles."

"I don't have any idea why they were here in Little Whinging."

But even if Uncle Vernon did say those words, Harry's exhausted brain had ground back into action. Why would those dementors possibly have come so far from Azkaban all the way to Little Whinging? How could this have possibly been such a coincidence that it was possible that they had mysteriously arrived in the alleyway where Harry was? Who could it possibly be that could have sent those Dementors. Could it even be the very possibility that the Ministry of Magic could have possibly lost control of those Dementors that was supposed to guard the wizard prison Azkaban, and now could those Dementors have possibly joined sides with Voldemort again, as to what Dumbledore could have possibly predicted.

"So tell me, do those demenbers guard some weirdos prison?" said Uncle Vernon, lumbering in the wake of Harry's train of thought.

"Yes, they absolutely do guard wizard prison." said Harry.

If only there could possibly be a way that his head could possibly stop hurting, and if there could be a possibility that he could just freely leave the kitchen and get back to his dark bedroom and think. . . .

"Oh okay could you tell me that you did not possibly got into trouble with the wizard laws have you, but I should say that I am not proud about that but I choose not to get mad at you." said Uncle Vernon, with a disappointed grin as if his trying not to upset his brave nephew Harry. "This would have been the end of you if not for whoever his name is."

"Oh so you were talking about how Dumbledore possibly could have saved me from the possibility of being expelled from Hogwarts right." said Harry angry and shaking his head to show that he did not approve of what they were saying about him.

"Then why did this happen there?"

"It could be a high possibility that it must have been Lord Voldemort who would have sent those dementors."

"What's that? Who could have possibly sent them?"

"I say it was definitely and I am absolutely positive that it could have been only one person who could have sent those Dementors and it's Lord Voldemort." said Harry.

He registered dimly as it had seemed to be really strangle for the Dursley's, who flinched and quietly winced, and squawked as if they had heard words like "wizard and magic" and or even wands, they could also hear the name of the most powerful Wizards of all times without the slight look of fright.

"Lord who, hang on to what you said for a second," said Uncle Vernon, whose face was screwed up, with a look of dawning comprehension in his big piggy eyes. "Could I have possibly heard of that name somehow. . . Was it the same person that gave you that scar on your forehead. . ."

"Yes the exact same person who gave me the scar also happened to also be the same person that also murdered my parents and I should say both of those things happened." Said Harry dully.

"But I thought that he was gone, that he had disappeared." said Uncle Vernon impatiently, without the slightest sign of the fact that the murder of Harry's parents might have even been a painful topic to anybody. "That giant bloke said that he was gone."

"But now he has returned to finish the thing that he started and end all of the things that you know about forever separating muggles from wizards." said Harry heavily.

It had begun to feel very strange to be the only wizard standing in his Aunt Petunia's surgically clean kitchen, beside the top range of the fridge and the ultra high quality wide screen television, and was trying to talk very calmly about Lord Voldemort and besides that he was telling his Uncle Vernon about Voldemort. The strange arrival of those darn frightening dementors in the peaceful town of Little Whinging has seemed to have possibly caused a breach or even a connection in the great and powerful invisible wall that seemed to have divided the relentless non magical world of Privet Drive and the world that was possibly beyond the limits of the muggle world. Harry who was the only person that has two different lives that are now somehow have become fused together and that everything seems as if it had been turned upside down: First of all comes the Dursleys who were asking for details about what the magical world seems to be like. And the second really odd thing that's happened is that apparently Mrs. Figg who also knew who Dumbledore is. The third and very last most important thing to take note of is that the dementors were suddenly soaring around Little Whinging hoping to take on a few muggles and also that came with the possibility that Harry might never again be able to set his foot upon the steps of Hogwarts again. During all of this Harry's head had begun to hurt much more painfully.

"Did you say that he is back the one who killed my dear old sister which I deeply regret having been son awfully mean to her before today. I feel so sorry for my sister's fate and I deeply apologize for how badly I have treated her only child. I also would like to apologize to you my dear Harry Potter." whispered Aunt Petunia with tears of sadness and regret coming down her face.

Aunt Petunia sat there on the floor looking up at Harry in a way that she has never looked at Harry before in the uttermost and deepest regret to the fate of her sister and possibly even the undying fate of her only son. And all of a sudden for the very first time in his life, Harry was finally fully capable enough to appreciate that his Aunt Petunia had possibly at one time been his mothers sister who was now only beginning to see the truth of her actions and also shine a light down a path that he had most wished to be apart of the family that Aunt Petunia had started for him. He could not have even thought of the slightest possibility that this would have been the main reason why Dumbledore had to leave him on Privet Drive and could this also be why this was the only reason that had hit him so powerfully at the moment. And besides he isn't the only person in the room that was possibly linked to the possibility that Voldemort returning would have meant to his Aunt Petunia. Aunt Petunia had never once in his life had deeply cared about him that it would have possibly been the only thing that had possibly even kept him alive this whole time. Her large pale eyes (also unlike her sister's eyes) were not in the least narrowed in dislike or even anger but was rather filled with fright and was also wide with fear for her family and it could even possibly be feared for his life as well. The furious pretense that his Aunt Petunia has possibly maintained for most of Harry's life had very likely disappeared after all this time. Even though there was no magic that could possibly heal the past and there was no part of the world that she could inhabit with his Uncle Vernon seemed to have possibly fallen away at long last with no possible signs of anger coming out of her mouth.

"Yes of course he has returned to do the things he's done before and also destroy what world that is right now." Harry said, talking directly to Aunt Petunia now. "He had come back about a month ago and I saw him return myself."

Her hand has found Dudley's massive leather clad shoulders and rapped her hands around for protection.

"Hang on to that thought for a second." said Uncle Vernon, looking from his wife to Harry and then back again to his wife, apparently dazed and confused by the unprecedented understanding that had seemed to be sporting up between Harry and Aunt Petunia. "Hang on a second did you just say that this Voldy person has returned. Should I be frightened about that."

"Yes and you should be scared because I am not going to let you tell me what the freaking hell that I should do, maybe I should just goddamn leave your house in which I call home, so Uncle Vernon, do you hear me. Even if you do dare to try and kick me out then I could just go on ahead and write up a really long letter and send it off to Dumbledore and my godfather Sirius to see what they would think of how you, my dear Uncle Vernon has treated me since I became a wizard. So tell me are you going to make me leave now." said Harry with all his rage and anger at his Uncle Vernon. His uncle who had by now really did look like he was about to burst himself.

"So I say Lord Voldy is the one that had to murder your own parents aye."

"Yes of course Lord Voldemort is exactly the one who killed my mother and father. Their names were James and Lily Potter."

"And now he's sending in those dismembers after you right?"

"It seems to be like that but I don't know for sure." said Harry.

"Okay I see the point you are trying to make now." said Uncle Vernon, looking from his white faced wife and then to Harry Potter and hitching up his trousers. He seems to be swelling up with all of his rage at Harry for ruining his life and his own family right before his very own eyes, and also a great deep purple face stretching right before Harry's eyes. "Well I seem to have had enough with your magical creatures and the wider wizarding world over all. I don't want my wife to be soft and kind with you." he said with a furious bit of rage filled words as his shirt front was straining as he inflated himself. "I said you can the freaking hell get out of this darn house you stupid boy."

"Okay I see that is your answer am I right. Well you see Uncle Vernon you are just one small person who has no darn clue about what is outside of your job and outside of your house. Well you see I'm not going to leave and you can't make me leave." said Harry with a sharp and clearly angry looking grin on his face.

"You heard me. Harry you wouldn't dare to say that I know absolutely nothing." said Uncle Vernon with fright upon his face. "Oh what a surprise of you to say to yourself that you are smart you little lying dumpster Uncle Vernon!" said Harry grinning darkly. "You are small when it comes to learning about things that your wife had been a part of since the day her sister Lily Evans got her acceptance letter to Hogwarts the School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." Uncle Vernon stopped and looked at Harry saying. "Is it all true that my wife knew that she would one day regret how bad, how horrible, and however much she wanted to be a witch herself," Harry said calmly. "Yes your wife did wish to have had a part in her sister's life. But now could you please Uncle hold yourself together and don't cry please." Uncle Vernon then looked at his white faced and frightened wife and said. "I deeply apologize to you my dear, Petunia. You see I had no clue that you were once a friend to your sister and you knew more about the Wizarding World than myself. I am sorry Petunia that I frightened you and Dudley. I do wish that we could at least make it up to Harry after today but right now I wish to speak to Harry alone in the kitchen." So Aunt Petunia and Dudley quietly sat in one corner in the kitchen while in the other corner Harry and Uncle Vernon. Uncle Vernon calmly said. "Harry my dear boy I am really sorry to be telling you why should I even let you stay. I should have told you to leave a long time ago but here we are you and me trying to see who has made their point that they are trying to say. It seems to me that the owls have kept on coming in and out of the windows in the house, even though I guess you should say that I don't really enjoy having owls in the house but I could work around it. As for the things that has been done through magical means like that time when the pudding had exploded, or even having half of the lounge destroyed, or even when Dudley grew a tail, including the time when Aunt Marge was hopping around on the ceiling and of course I can't forget the flying Ford Anglia. Maybe at that point I should have realized that things were going to be changing so much and so fast. Well I guess I would have had enough of you if you hadn't explained things about my wife that I never knew about her. Maybe in the previous few minutes when I thought that I shouldn't have let you even have the chance of staying here again, maybe I even thought about the fact that you could have a greater possibility of endangering my wife and son. Well now I see that you won't try to hurt my own son but rather it was those creatures who had hurt him instead. I am still thinking that its best if you left but we will see if you should stay."

Harry stood rooted to the spot. Both letters from the Ministry and the one from Mr. Weasley and Sirius were all crushed in his left hand. Don't leave the house again, whatever you do. Do Not Leave Your Aunt's And Uncles House.

"You have heard me you could choose to stay or to leave." said Uncle Vernon, bending forward now so that he could come closer to Harry's face, so that Harry could actually feel flecks of spit hit his face. "Get going if you wish to leave. You were so keen on doing so before now. I will be right behind you. If you should leave then go but if you should stay then I have nothing to say. And last of all no more owls in the house."

Then the fifth owl had zoomed down the chimney so fast that it actually hit the floor before zooming into the air again with a loud screech. Harry raised his hand and tried to seize the letter, which at this point soared straight past his head, flying directly at Aunt Petunia, who let out a scream and ducked her arms over her face. The owl dropped the red envelope on her head, turned around and flew straight up the chimney again.

Harry darted forward to pick up the letter, but Aunt Petunia beat him to it.

"You can surely open it if you would like to." Said Harry. "But I will stay to hear what it says anyway. That's a Howler."

"Uh I think you should let go of it Petunia." Said Uncle Vernon. "Don't touch it, it could be dangerous."

"But it says it's been addressed to me." Said Aunt Petunia in a shaking voice. "It's addressed to me Vernon. Just look at it yourself you stupid jerk, and it says to Mrs. Petunia Dursley, The Kitchen Number Four, Privet Drive."

Then she stopped and caught her breath. But the red envelope had begun to shake.

"Open it Aunt Petunia, see what is inside it." Harry urged her. "Just get it over with and it all probably will happen by itself anyway."

"No Don't Do It."

Aunt Petunia's hands were trembling. She looked around wildly through the kitchen as though she was looking for an escape root, but it was too late the envelope burst into flames. Aunt Petunia screamed and dropped it.

Then an awful voice filled the kitchen, echoing in the confined space, issuing from the burning letter on the table.

Remember My Last Words In The Letter I Sent With Harry Potter, When He Was A Baby Petunia Dursley.

Aunt Petunia looked as though she might faint. She sank into the chair beside Dudley, her face in her hands. What remains of the envelope smoldered into a pile of ashes in the silence.

"What is this?" Uncle Vernon said hoarsely. "What happened I don't understand Petunia?"

Aunt Petunia said nothing at all. Dudley was staring stupidly at his mother, with his mouth hanging wide open. The silence spiraled around horribly. Harry was watching from a corner at his aunt, uttering wildly, his head throbbing and was fit to burst soon.

"Petunia my dear wife are you okay. Harry could you explain this to me!" Said Uncle Vernon timidly and carefully. "Petunia speaks to me, my dear."

"I can' explain what happened to her but she could be in shock. So would you mind being a nicer person to her in the future." Said Harry with a face filled with shock. "Dudley mind you also come and help your uncle over here I think your mother is in shock." Dudley came running over with a glass of clean water and set it carefully down next to his mother.

She carefully raised her head. She was still trembling at what she heard and then she took a drink of water. She swallowed and carefully and apologetic to Harry.

"Harry I am sorry for worrying you this would have to be my fault for going into shock. Uncle Vernon the boy has to stay since he is part of the family now and lets him have access to things he usually didn't get used to. You are free to do what you like around here but just don't leave the house." She said quickly and weakly.

"What do you mean really Petunia my darling are you really saying that Harry can stay and have free access to all of our stuff. Well then Harry my boy you are officially a part of the Dursleys and from now on we will work our hardest to accommodate your needs in this house and that's the least I can do for you my boy or should I start calling you son. Oh well stay in the kitchen a little further until we are done please."

"Thank you Uncle Vernon you may not be the best uncle but you are still my uncle and I think you are learning from your mistakes and other things that have happened to your family" said Harry laughing with pure joy and a breath of relief lifted from his mouth.

"Vernon Dursley there is also something else we need to do for Harry. You need to redo everything that is in Harry's room and make it all nice for him and that means removing anything that would make it look suspicious to our neighbors do you understand. Now the both of you are dismissed from hovering over me in the kitchen." Said Aunt Petunia.

"Now everyone shows over, let's get all of you to bed and good night Harry Potter and Dudley."