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Every Time I close My Eyes - Chapter 2
What he saw on the letter made Harry smile for the first time that day. It
was from one of his best friends, Ron.
* Hey Harry! Mum has been nagging Dumbledore this whole month to let
you come stay, and he finally said yes! You can come for the last week of
the holidays, and Hermione will meet us in Diagon Ally the day before
school. Hope this cheers you up, and we'll see you at 1.00pm on Monday.
Ron
PS. Errol died. Ginny was upset but he was old. Good thing Hedwig
stopped by.*
Harry smiled at Hedwig and she hooted at him softly. Five more days at
the Dursley's and he could leave them again until next year. Just the
thought made him grin even wider. Suddenly he heard angry shouting
from downstairs, and he remembered the state his uncle had been left in.
He could only make out a few words.
"..........disgrace............what if Dudley had..........should pull yourself
together......." This all sounded like Aunt Petunia, but Harry had never
heard her really shout before. But, he thought, he'd never seen his uncle
roaring drunk either. Just as he was wondering how long he'd have to stay
in his room, he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then heard a door slam.
"HARRY!" Petunia's screechy voice echoed up the stairwell. "GET
DOWN HERE AND DO YOUR CHORES!" Harry quickly got up and
trotted down the stairs. His Aunt looked flustered, and she just briskly
gave him his chore list before proclaiming she was going shopping and his
uncle wasn't to be disturbed.
Harry spent the afternoon doing his chores as usual. He had got them
down to a fine art, basically getting them done quickly and dawdling
between them so the Dursley's thought it took him all day. When he was
finished he looked at his watch which told him it was nearly six in the
evening. It also told him that Ron and Hermione were at home, and Sirius
was 'hiding'. He went inside and noticed that his Aunt still hadn't come
home. Thinking this was a bit odd, Harry went up to his room. He could
hear loud snores coming from his Aunt and Uncle's room, and the sound
of a computer game coming from Dudley's. His cousin had taken to
avoiding him completely, which suited Harry just fine. Remembering he
hadn't replied to Ron, he sat at his desk.
*Ron. That's great! Thank your parents for me. The Dursley's are acting a
bit odd, nothing too weird though, they just seem to be arguing allot. I'll
be glad to get out of here, as usual. I'll see you on Monday, I best not ask
my uncle, think I'll just surprise him.
Harry
PS How are you getting here?*
Harry added the last part when he remembered what had happened last
summer. He personally wouldn't mind if Fred and George did something
to Dudley again, but he thought he'd better not risk it. It all seemed a long
time ago now, being so excited to leave. Harry couldn't help thinking that
everything was different now. He used to be so happy boarding the
Hogwarts express, happier than most of the other students anyway.
Hogwarts used to be a place of safety, but now......, now it was where
someone had died. It was where a memorial service had been held, it was
where Harry was in the hospital wing so often. Mentally shacking himself,
Harry thought of Hagrid's words, that whatever happened they would just
have to meet it. Wishing he could feel more optimistic, Harry sent Hedwig
off again with his reply.
The next few days were in a new pattern. Harry would go downstairs each
morning after writing his letter, argue with his drunk uncle, cook
breakfast, do his chores, eat then sleep again. Harry had seen on the small
business section of the local paper, "Grunnings going under." Harry
almost felt sorry for his uncle, after all he had built that company up for a
long time. Then he would meet him on the landing or in the lounge and
barely escape getting hit, and remind himself of the way his uncle had
treated him all his life. Harry stuck to his plan of not telling the Dursley's
he was leaving, he would just leave it to surprise. Ron had written back
telling him they would be using floo powder again, as it was the quickest
and cheapest way. The Dursley's had kept the fireplace in, as it would
have cost to have got it blocked again. Finally, after patiently crossing off
the day's on his calendar, Monday arrived.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes: ok, I know not a lot is happening, but this is all relevant.
This story is under Drama for a reason guys, stuff will begin to happen.
Oh, and you only find out about the title in the last part. Sorry. Thanks to
all who reviewed the last part, I posted this the same day cos I'm just as
impatient as everyone else and want to get to the good bits! So anyway,
please R&R!
Authors notes: see bottom of page
Every Time I close My Eyes - Chapter 2
What he saw on the letter made Harry smile for the first time that day. It
was from one of his best friends, Ron.
* Hey Harry! Mum has been nagging Dumbledore this whole month to let
you come stay, and he finally said yes! You can come for the last week of
the holidays, and Hermione will meet us in Diagon Ally the day before
school. Hope this cheers you up, and we'll see you at 1.00pm on Monday.
Ron
PS. Errol died. Ginny was upset but he was old. Good thing Hedwig
stopped by.*
Harry smiled at Hedwig and she hooted at him softly. Five more days at
the Dursley's and he could leave them again until next year. Just the
thought made him grin even wider. Suddenly he heard angry shouting
from downstairs, and he remembered the state his uncle had been left in.
He could only make out a few words.
"..........disgrace............what if Dudley had..........should pull yourself
together......." This all sounded like Aunt Petunia, but Harry had never
heard her really shout before. But, he thought, he'd never seen his uncle
roaring drunk either. Just as he was wondering how long he'd have to stay
in his room, he heard heavy footsteps on the stairs, then heard a door slam.
"HARRY!" Petunia's screechy voice echoed up the stairwell. "GET
DOWN HERE AND DO YOUR CHORES!" Harry quickly got up and
trotted down the stairs. His Aunt looked flustered, and she just briskly
gave him his chore list before proclaiming she was going shopping and his
uncle wasn't to be disturbed.
Harry spent the afternoon doing his chores as usual. He had got them
down to a fine art, basically getting them done quickly and dawdling
between them so the Dursley's thought it took him all day. When he was
finished he looked at his watch which told him it was nearly six in the
evening. It also told him that Ron and Hermione were at home, and Sirius
was 'hiding'. He went inside and noticed that his Aunt still hadn't come
home. Thinking this was a bit odd, Harry went up to his room. He could
hear loud snores coming from his Aunt and Uncle's room, and the sound
of a computer game coming from Dudley's. His cousin had taken to
avoiding him completely, which suited Harry just fine. Remembering he
hadn't replied to Ron, he sat at his desk.
*Ron. That's great! Thank your parents for me. The Dursley's are acting a
bit odd, nothing too weird though, they just seem to be arguing allot. I'll
be glad to get out of here, as usual. I'll see you on Monday, I best not ask
my uncle, think I'll just surprise him.
Harry
PS How are you getting here?*
Harry added the last part when he remembered what had happened last
summer. He personally wouldn't mind if Fred and George did something
to Dudley again, but he thought he'd better not risk it. It all seemed a long
time ago now, being so excited to leave. Harry couldn't help thinking that
everything was different now. He used to be so happy boarding the
Hogwarts express, happier than most of the other students anyway.
Hogwarts used to be a place of safety, but now......, now it was where
someone had died. It was where a memorial service had been held, it was
where Harry was in the hospital wing so often. Mentally shacking himself,
Harry thought of Hagrid's words, that whatever happened they would just
have to meet it. Wishing he could feel more optimistic, Harry sent Hedwig
off again with his reply.
The next few days were in a new pattern. Harry would go downstairs each
morning after writing his letter, argue with his drunk uncle, cook
breakfast, do his chores, eat then sleep again. Harry had seen on the small
business section of the local paper, "Grunnings going under." Harry
almost felt sorry for his uncle, after all he had built that company up for a
long time. Then he would meet him on the landing or in the lounge and
barely escape getting hit, and remind himself of the way his uncle had
treated him all his life. Harry stuck to his plan of not telling the Dursley's
he was leaving, he would just leave it to surprise. Ron had written back
telling him they would be using floo powder again, as it was the quickest
and cheapest way. The Dursley's had kept the fireplace in, as it would
have cost to have got it blocked again. Finally, after patiently crossing off
the day's on his calendar, Monday arrived.
SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS
Author's notes: ok, I know not a lot is happening, but this is all relevant.
This story is under Drama for a reason guys, stuff will begin to happen.
Oh, and you only find out about the title in the last part. Sorry. Thanks to
all who reviewed the last part, I posted this the same day cos I'm just as
impatient as everyone else and want to get to the good bits! So anyway,
please R&R!