Harry spent the rest of the afternoon reading articles from the Modern Herald, ignoring Dudley and his loud television shows. Seven articles are on the dangers to society of a plummeting birth rate. Three articles are on the raising cost of child rearing. Four articles are on the importance of abortion rights and choice. And one article is on using genetics to choose the best possible baby before it is born.
Tired from reading articles, Harry starts to notice the time. On the grand father clock in the living room it is nine fifty, nearing bed time.
Getting ready for bed, Harry's stomach growls. Turning around, he goes to the kitchen where Aunt Petunia is putting away the left overs from supper.
"Hi Aunt Petunia, could I have some of the left over pork and potatoes, please? I am still pretty hungry."
Aunt Petunia looked over Harry. No longer was he the fresh faced young boy with pink cheeks, but neither was he a walking skeleton.
Since the accident and ritual a few nights back, Harry's skeletal appearance has mellowed, into that of a cancer patient. Harry is bald but that is covered up by the dark hood of his black cloak. He is still deathly pale and thin. His black robes pile up off the ground.
"No" answered Aunt Petunia, and she went to put the leftovers into the fridge, before turning around "and stay out of the kitchen, I am locking it up for tonight."
She shoos him back into the living room before closing the kitchen door behind her and locking it up with her keys.
"It's ten o'clock, time for bed" announced Uncle Vernon.
Dudley is in front of the television, and says "not until this show ends."
Uncle Vernon chuckles, but that expression sours as he looks on Harry. "Well, time for bed. Get up to the attic and stay there."
Groaning, Harry reluctantly gets up and walks up the stair case. Making his way to the bathroom, he brushes his teeth with a worn out tooth brush and flosses them.
Finishing with the flossing, he makes his way to the attic and closes the door. Harry picks up a diary from under his bed, and turns the pages until there is a blank page. Writing down in the diary "Who was the driver the almost killed me? What kind of ritual brought me back?"
Harry sat there in silence, looking over the journal entries.
Soon enough, the rest of the house went to bed. The loud thumping of Uncle Vernon up the stairs, the argument downstairs between Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon on what to do with Harry, and the loud snores of Dudley as he falls to sleep.
Hearing the silence of the house, and the growling of his stomach, Harry gets up and walks to the attic door. He carefully opens it, making sure to not make a creak.
Carefully walking down the attic steps, he makes his self to the second floor hall. Here he shuffles to the main stair case. At the stair case he shuffles down the case. In one step he makes a loud creak, freezing in place. No sound from Uncle Vernon or Uncle Petunia's room, nor from Dudley's.
Continuing on, he carefully walks down the last step and then creeps to the kitchen door. Testing the door, it is locked. Here Harry tests out some of his lich magic.
Hovering his hand in front of the lock, Harry winces and presses his palm against it. A click sounds from the door, but at the same time a soft clank is heard from the living room.
Ignoring the unlocked kitchen door for a moment, Harry rushes into the living room to see where the noise has come from.
The grandfather clock in the living room had frozen; the gears has locked in place. It wasn't just that clock also. The clock in the hall had also frozen.
His stomach growling, Harry turns back and heads to the kitchen, opening the door. Inside the kitchen clock is also locked into place. Harry opens the fridge door and takes out some of the left overs. Putting them on a plate, he takes them out with him.
Outside of the door he again hovers his palm over the lock and hears a clicking sound.
The kitchen door locked, he peaks into the living room to check the grand father clock. It is still locked in place.
Turning around, he carefully walks up the stairs, down the hall, and up the attic steps to his room, where he closes the door.
Inside his room, he starts to eat the pork and potatoes.
In the middle of his second supper, Harry clasps his pale white hand and unclasps it. A blue flame appears over head. But as the flame is burning, the wood of the attic wall starts to char. The longer Harry keeps up his blue flame, the more the walls of the attic chars.
Noticing this, Harry immediately stops, closing his palm and snuffing the flames. He leans into where the chars are and pokes them with his finger. The chars are all over the surface of the wood.
Harry takes out a flash light and gets out his books, "The Light's Law Book by Tweedle Billsbury and Rules of Conduct at Hogwarts School by Stincil Tadle."
Opening up the law book, he passes through the hovering gavel that is swinging up and down, and instead goes to open the book. Getting to a page at random, and new scene hovers over the page. It shows a skeleton with green eyes over looking a field of dead bodies.
In the text is "It is against the law to re-incorporate one's body through the Slynne ritual requiring the sacrifice of forty five unaware adults."
Harry turns the page and remarks, "I am starting to regret offering to loan this book to Dudley".