Chapter 2 The Trip to Ron's
The figure gave one last glance at Harry before turning again and walking down the sidewalk. Harry noticed that his mouth was hanging open. He quickly closed it, and got away from the window quickly.
He had been so absorbed in the figure outside that he didn't notice that his Uncle was growing quite angry at him downstairs.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry ran out of his room and stumbled down the stairs. He came to a skidding stop in the kitchen.
"Yes?" Harry panted.
"Your dinners ready, and be grateful that you still have it. You know that I could've thrown you out of this house years ago!"
Harry nodded hastily and sat down at his spot. He was just biting into his soggy pot roast when Uncle Vernon brought up the subject of the mysterious figure.
"Do you know what happened today," Uncle Vernon grumbled, "Some weirdo came to our door today. He seemed like one him." Uncle Vernon thrust his finger over in Harry's direction.
"He just turned away without saying anything and started walking, of all the rudeness!" Aunt Petunia pursed her lips and glared at Harry.
Harry changed the subject.
"Ron wrote, he was wondering if I could go over to his house tomorrow," Harry said, shoveling some pot roast onto his fork.
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry.
"Not if they're coming through the fireplace again," he said gruffly.
"They're coming by car." Uncle Vernon glared some more. It was a few minutes until he spoke again.
"Fine, but you're their problem after they come to pick you up."
"Okay." Everyone was silent, except for Dudley who let out a large belch every few minutes.
"What time are they coming?" Uncle Vernon mumbled.
"Six." Harry said, still picking at his dinner. Uncle Vernon grunted his approval.
Later that evening, when Harry had retreated back to his bedroom, he sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of writing paper. He loaded up his quill with ink and put the tip to the paper.
Dear Sirius, he wrote.
Everything is fine here. How are you? I am aware that you are still staying at Lupin's house, so say hello to him for me. Is there any new news about Voldemort? I had this weird dream where Voldemort was talking to this one man who I had never heard of before. Voldemort said that he got his powers back (we knew he would) Anyway, they said something about me and then this one woman came and told Voldemort and the man that there was someone outside. They went to the window and looked out. There was this boy and Voldemort ordered Lucius Malfoy to kill him. So Lucius Malfoy did and hid his body in some woods by the house he was staying in.
That wasn't the weird part. I've had loads of dreams like that before. The weird part happened this evening. Before dinner my Uncle called me downstairs. He was in the entrance hall and he had the door open and there was a man standing in a cloak. The man left abruptly and I went back upstairs. When I looked out the window, the man was standing outside looking at me through my window at me. Weird huh?
Anyway I have to go now,
Harry
P.S. If you want to contact me I'll be at Ron's for the next month or so.
Harry tried to think of something else to write before sending the letter. Since he couldn't think of anything he folded up the letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg.
She flew out into the stormy night. Harry watched until she was out of sight. Then he pulled on his pajamas, took off his glasses, and got into bed.
"He's there," said the man. "He's still at the Dursley's."
"Good," said the voice of Voldemort. He was sitting in a chair in front of a flickering fire. His red eyes glittered maliciously.
"There is only one month until he returns to that school and is under the watchful eyes of that muggle loving fool. Not that Dumbledore matters, he is powerless compared to me now. We will let him enjoy the rest of his summer. Maybe part of his school year too, but on Halloween you will go there and commit the murder of that wretched boy." Voldemort hissed.
"Pardon me for asking my lord, but why don't you commit the murder?"
"Why? Because I'm busy that night. I have a meeting with the giants of the North Mountains that might prove very useful to me."
"Yes my lord."
"He will be celebrating Halloween when he finds that he has a knife, or some other sharp object stuck in his back." Voldemort said wickedly, "On the same night that he received that wretched scar only 15 years later."
Voldemort glanced at the man in the cloak who was staring intently at the fire, under the cloak you could see two brown eyes reflecting off of the fire.
Voldemort smiled again and then he started to laugh evilly.
Harry woke up. His scar had started to hurt more than it had ever hurt before. He clutched his hand to his forehead to try and help lesson the pain. He layed in bed, his eyes still closed. Harry tried to remember the dream he had been having, but he couldn't. The only thing that he could remember was Voldemort, the man with brown eyes, and Halloween. Any other details were getting blurry.
He tried to sit up, but his head swam violently. So he stayed in his bed and tried to remember anything that but those three details.
Harry glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning. Harry sat up unsteadily and put on his glasses. He pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans before stumbling downstairs.
The Dursley's were already sitting around the kitchen table and eating breakfast. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry when he sat down at the table and started to load food onto his plate.
Harry had just picked up a piece of pancake with his fork when the click of the mailslot announced that the mail had arrived.
"Get the mail." Uncle Vernon grunted. Noticing that nobody else got up to get the mail, Harry stood up and went out into the hall. A small pile of letters and bills lay on the welcome mat. Harry scooped them up and walked back into the kitchen. He handed the mail to Uncle Vernon, who looked through it, passing letters to everyone (except Harry of course).
Dudley opened his letter from his friend Piers, Harry was very surprised that Piers could write (and that Dudley could read)
When Harry was drinking his orange juice Dudley gave a short gasp, and then fainted to the floor.
"DUDDERS!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia, jumping out of her chair and collapsing to the ground next to Dudley. Uncle Vernon went to join her in trying to revive Dudley. Harry however, picked up the letter.
Dear Dudley, It said.
We hate to tell you this over a letter, but Piers is dead. We don't know how he died, but while we were on our vacation Piers vanished for several hours. We called the police and they went on a search for him. He was found in a small forest, dead.
We will be having the funeral in a week, you and your family is invited.
Sincerely,
Mr. and Mrs. Polkiss
"Wow, Piers is dead," Harry mumbled. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were still trying to revive Dudley and didn't hear him.
Harry excused himself from the table and went upstairs to think.
Could the murder really be connected to him, Harry! Of course it could, but Voldemort didn't know that Piers was a friend of his cousin's did he? How could he?
Harry gazed around the room, his trunk was all packed and Hedwig's empty cage was sitting beside it. Harry sighed and lay down on his bed. He was thinking about Piers and Voldemort when he fell asleep.
"Harry! Hey Harry! Wake up!" Someone was shaking his shoulder violently.
"HARRY!"
"What!" Harry exclaimed. A freckled face was above his.
"Wake up! It's time to go," said Ron.
"What time is it?" Harry said looking around for his clock.
"It's ten past six," Ron replied. "Come on! Let's go." Harry got up off of his bed and streached.
"Come on, help me pick up your trunk." Harry and Ron grabbed either side of his trunk and carried it down the stairs and into the living room. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were sitting on the couch, glaring at Mr. Weasley who was waiting for the boys to get down there.
"Ready?" Asked Mr. Weasley.
"Yep," panted Ron. The carried the trunk out into the lawn where there was a ministry car waiting.
The chauffeur's eyes got larger as he saw Harry's scar.
"Blimey!" He exclaimed. "Are you the Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded as he and Ron put the trunk into the back of the car. The chauffeur gazed open mouth at Harry as he climbed into the car. The Dursley's were still glaring at Harry from inside the house.
"Okay," Said Mr. Weasley, getting in the front seat beside the chauffeur. "We have to make one stop before we go home."
"Where are we stopping?" Harry asked.
"We're going to pick up Hermione," Ron said, fastening his seat belt.
The Chauffeur turned the key in the ignition and suddenly they were in front of Hermione's house.
"That was fast," Harry said. He and Ron got out of the car and rang Hermione's doorbell.
The door flung open and Hermione came out, suitcases in hand.
"Hi Harry! Hi Ron!" Hermione said, dropping her suitcases so that she could hug them (one landed painfully on Harry's toes).
"Ready to go Hermione?" Harry asked, picking up one of her suitcases.
"Yep!" Hermione bounded toward the car, leaving Harry and Ron to pick up her suitcases. After they were stored safely in the trunk of the car they left. POOF! Suddenly they were right in front of the Burrow, where the Weasley's lived. It seemed oddly quiet, there was usually some small explosions coming from Fred and George's room, but not today.
"Come on!" Ron said, grabbing one end of Harry's trunk. They carried there belongings to the front door of the Burrow and then they put them down to open the door.
"Let's just leave them here for a moment," Ron said, opening the door.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise that almost knocked Harry and Hermione backwards.
"SURPRISE!"
The figure gave one last glance at Harry before turning again and walking down the sidewalk. Harry noticed that his mouth was hanging open. He quickly closed it, and got away from the window quickly.
He had been so absorbed in the figure outside that he didn't notice that his Uncle was growing quite angry at him downstairs.
"GET DOWN HERE NOW!" Uncle Vernon bellowed. Harry ran out of his room and stumbled down the stairs. He came to a skidding stop in the kitchen.
"Yes?" Harry panted.
"Your dinners ready, and be grateful that you still have it. You know that I could've thrown you out of this house years ago!"
Harry nodded hastily and sat down at his spot. He was just biting into his soggy pot roast when Uncle Vernon brought up the subject of the mysterious figure.
"Do you know what happened today," Uncle Vernon grumbled, "Some weirdo came to our door today. He seemed like one him." Uncle Vernon thrust his finger over in Harry's direction.
"He just turned away without saying anything and started walking, of all the rudeness!" Aunt Petunia pursed her lips and glared at Harry.
Harry changed the subject.
"Ron wrote, he was wondering if I could go over to his house tomorrow," Harry said, shoveling some pot roast onto his fork.
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry.
"Not if they're coming through the fireplace again," he said gruffly.
"They're coming by car." Uncle Vernon glared some more. It was a few minutes until he spoke again.
"Fine, but you're their problem after they come to pick you up."
"Okay." Everyone was silent, except for Dudley who let out a large belch every few minutes.
"What time are they coming?" Uncle Vernon mumbled.
"Six." Harry said, still picking at his dinner. Uncle Vernon grunted his approval.
Later that evening, when Harry had retreated back to his bedroom, he sat down at his desk and pulled out a piece of writing paper. He loaded up his quill with ink and put the tip to the paper.
Dear Sirius, he wrote.
Everything is fine here. How are you? I am aware that you are still staying at Lupin's house, so say hello to him for me. Is there any new news about Voldemort? I had this weird dream where Voldemort was talking to this one man who I had never heard of before. Voldemort said that he got his powers back (we knew he would) Anyway, they said something about me and then this one woman came and told Voldemort and the man that there was someone outside. They went to the window and looked out. There was this boy and Voldemort ordered Lucius Malfoy to kill him. So Lucius Malfoy did and hid his body in some woods by the house he was staying in.
That wasn't the weird part. I've had loads of dreams like that before. The weird part happened this evening. Before dinner my Uncle called me downstairs. He was in the entrance hall and he had the door open and there was a man standing in a cloak. The man left abruptly and I went back upstairs. When I looked out the window, the man was standing outside looking at me through my window at me. Weird huh?
Anyway I have to go now,
Harry
P.S. If you want to contact me I'll be at Ron's for the next month or so.
Harry tried to think of something else to write before sending the letter. Since he couldn't think of anything he folded up the letter and tied it to Hedwig's leg.
She flew out into the stormy night. Harry watched until she was out of sight. Then he pulled on his pajamas, took off his glasses, and got into bed.
"He's there," said the man. "He's still at the Dursley's."
"Good," said the voice of Voldemort. He was sitting in a chair in front of a flickering fire. His red eyes glittered maliciously.
"There is only one month until he returns to that school and is under the watchful eyes of that muggle loving fool. Not that Dumbledore matters, he is powerless compared to me now. We will let him enjoy the rest of his summer. Maybe part of his school year too, but on Halloween you will go there and commit the murder of that wretched boy." Voldemort hissed.
"Pardon me for asking my lord, but why don't you commit the murder?"
"Why? Because I'm busy that night. I have a meeting with the giants of the North Mountains that might prove very useful to me."
"Yes my lord."
"He will be celebrating Halloween when he finds that he has a knife, or some other sharp object stuck in his back." Voldemort said wickedly, "On the same night that he received that wretched scar only 15 years later."
Voldemort glanced at the man in the cloak who was staring intently at the fire, under the cloak you could see two brown eyes reflecting off of the fire.
Voldemort smiled again and then he started to laugh evilly.
Harry woke up. His scar had started to hurt more than it had ever hurt before. He clutched his hand to his forehead to try and help lesson the pain. He layed in bed, his eyes still closed. Harry tried to remember the dream he had been having, but he couldn't. The only thing that he could remember was Voldemort, the man with brown eyes, and Halloween. Any other details were getting blurry.
He tried to sit up, but his head swam violently. So he stayed in his bed and tried to remember anything that but those three details.
Harry glanced at the clock beside his bed. It was almost seven o'clock in the morning. Harry sat up unsteadily and put on his glasses. He pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans before stumbling downstairs.
The Dursley's were already sitting around the kitchen table and eating breakfast. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry when he sat down at the table and started to load food onto his plate.
Harry had just picked up a piece of pancake with his fork when the click of the mailslot announced that the mail had arrived.
"Get the mail." Uncle Vernon grunted. Noticing that nobody else got up to get the mail, Harry stood up and went out into the hall. A small pile of letters and bills lay on the welcome mat. Harry scooped them up and walked back into the kitchen. He handed the mail to Uncle Vernon, who looked through it, passing letters to everyone (except Harry of course).
Dudley opened his letter from his friend Piers, Harry was very surprised that Piers could write (and that Dudley could read)
When Harry was drinking his orange juice Dudley gave a short gasp, and then fainted to the floor.
"DUDDERS!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia, jumping out of her chair and collapsing to the ground next to Dudley. Uncle Vernon went to join her in trying to revive Dudley. Harry however, picked up the letter.
Dear Dudley, It said.
We hate to tell you this over a letter, but Piers is dead. We don't know how he died, but while we were on our vacation Piers vanished for several hours. We called the police and they went on a search for him. He was found in a small forest, dead.
We will be having the funeral in a week, you and your family is invited.
Sincerely,
Mr. and Mrs. Polkiss
"Wow, Piers is dead," Harry mumbled. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were still trying to revive Dudley and didn't hear him.
Harry excused himself from the table and went upstairs to think.
Could the murder really be connected to him, Harry! Of course it could, but Voldemort didn't know that Piers was a friend of his cousin's did he? How could he?
Harry gazed around the room, his trunk was all packed and Hedwig's empty cage was sitting beside it. Harry sighed and lay down on his bed. He was thinking about Piers and Voldemort when he fell asleep.
"Harry! Hey Harry! Wake up!" Someone was shaking his shoulder violently.
"HARRY!"
"What!" Harry exclaimed. A freckled face was above his.
"Wake up! It's time to go," said Ron.
"What time is it?" Harry said looking around for his clock.
"It's ten past six," Ron replied. "Come on! Let's go." Harry got up off of his bed and streached.
"Come on, help me pick up your trunk." Harry and Ron grabbed either side of his trunk and carried it down the stairs and into the living room. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were sitting on the couch, glaring at Mr. Weasley who was waiting for the boys to get down there.
"Ready?" Asked Mr. Weasley.
"Yep," panted Ron. The carried the trunk out into the lawn where there was a ministry car waiting.
The chauffeur's eyes got larger as he saw Harry's scar.
"Blimey!" He exclaimed. "Are you the Harry Potter?"
Harry nodded as he and Ron put the trunk into the back of the car. The chauffeur gazed open mouth at Harry as he climbed into the car. The Dursley's were still glaring at Harry from inside the house.
"Okay," Said Mr. Weasley, getting in the front seat beside the chauffeur. "We have to make one stop before we go home."
"Where are we stopping?" Harry asked.
"We're going to pick up Hermione," Ron said, fastening his seat belt.
The Chauffeur turned the key in the ignition and suddenly they were in front of Hermione's house.
"That was fast," Harry said. He and Ron got out of the car and rang Hermione's doorbell.
The door flung open and Hermione came out, suitcases in hand.
"Hi Harry! Hi Ron!" Hermione said, dropping her suitcases so that she could hug them (one landed painfully on Harry's toes).
"Ready to go Hermione?" Harry asked, picking up one of her suitcases.
"Yep!" Hermione bounded toward the car, leaving Harry and Ron to pick up her suitcases. After they were stored safely in the trunk of the car they left. POOF! Suddenly they were right in front of the Burrow, where the Weasley's lived. It seemed oddly quiet, there was usually some small explosions coming from Fred and George's room, but not today.
"Come on!" Ron said, grabbing one end of Harry's trunk. They carried there belongings to the front door of the Burrow and then they put them down to open the door.
"Let's just leave them here for a moment," Ron said, opening the door.
Suddenly there was a burst of noise that almost knocked Harry and Hermione backwards.
"SURPRISE!"