Harry Potter and The Helpers of Affrel

Harry Potter and The Helpers of Affrel

A/n: Ok heres the next chapter. They will get longer in due time!
Harry wondered what he could've done to make his Uncle so mad, as Dudley blundered down the stairs behind him, not wanting to miss ANYTHING and teasing,
"Oooooohhhh, what have you done now Harry? Dad sounds REALLY mad, did you tell him about your scary, little, physcho dream then?!" he sniggered.
"Eat slime pig-in-a-wig" growled Harry as they approached the living room.
Dudley shoved him aside as he paused in front of the kitchen.
"Get in here boy!"he heard Uncle Vernon bark. He went into the kitchen to find Auntie Petunia looking peeved and Uncle Vernon looming over a tiny owl....
"Pig!"
"Don't call Dudley name's Harry! He's just got big bones..!
"No, the owl, it's my friends owl, it's called Pig..." explained Harry
"Well, it bought you this letter, newspaper and package"growled Uncle Vernon
"Oh, thanks.."breathed Harry relieved, about to make for the stairs with his package, Daily Prophet and Pig.
"Not so fast" demanded Vernon, blocking his way "Open it NOW!"
"Hell!" thought Harry "Should've known!"
Harry ripped open the package, it was a pot of glittery Floo Powder. He ripped open the letter, and instantly recognized Sirius' neat handwriting and read out loud,

"Hello Harry,
I know it's been your birthday..."

Harry had totally forgotten! Ron had got him some book on old wizard artifacts (freebie from his dad's work the Ministry of Magic Harry had guessed, Ron's family didn't have much money), a cake from Mrs. Weasley, a magic contraption from Hermione (Harry didn't know what it was for), unmatching socks from Dobby and other bits and bobs, but nothing from Sirius...

".....and thanks to a, um, 'helpful contact', (you can probably guess!)..."

"Dumbledore!" whispered Harry

"...I've recovered something I used to own, but have no longer use for. I thought you might like it. Just throw some Floo Powder on a fire and say 'Wizard's Floo Mail!' and say it's from Snuffles, gottit? Well, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, I think I'll be seeing you soon, love your godfather,
Snuffles.

"What gift?" muttered Harry "And what does he mean 'seeing me soon?"
"Floo Powder? Explain Harry!"
So Harry explained to the Dursley's what the letter meant and they agreed to give him some money to get the bus to Little Whinging Park, to make his fire away from Muggle eyes.
"Anything to get you out the house" muttered Uncle Vernon fiercely. "And that paper?"
Harry had forgotten his Daily Prophet,
"Oh it's nothin'....thanks, I'll go later" and he went to his room and put Pig in Hedwigs cage, and she was out so he couldn't write to Ron or Hermione. He quickly glanced at his Daily Prophet, which he had subscribed, just some special deal, a written apology from Rita Skeeta - Harry grinned - and something about some stolen artefacts from the Wizards' Museum of Magic and stuffed the paper into his suitcase for reading on the train tomorrow, when Harry would be going back to Hogwarts. Harry saw his scar in the mirror and for the first time since Dudley had watered him, thought about his dream....There was Voldemort, and Malfoy, Voldemort kills him and it was thanks to one of Harry friends...but....who was it?....Harry just couldn't remember!!!
"I'll tell Ron and Hermione tomorrow" he decided and continued packing.......