A/N Thanks for all the great reviews!!! Well, here si the next chapter.
Disclaimer: All this belongs to J.K. Rowling except for a few characters.
Chapter 2
Harry woke up to the sound of Aunt Petunia pounding on his door.
"You slept in! Poor Duddiekins is starving! The least you could do is make some pancakes, you ungrateful child," Aunt Petunia shrieked.
Guess they didn't remember my birthday, thought Harry. Or chose to ignore it.
Harry reluctantly threw his blankets off him and pulled some jeans over his boxers. Then he slowly descended the stairs and walked into the kitchen.
Dudley was sitting in a brand-new chair, after breaking five other ones this week due to his weight.
"Hurry up, Harry. I'm hungry!" Dudley announced. This was pretty bold of him. Harry knew Dudley was afraid of him. Not only did he have a "murdering" godfather, but he grew taller this summer and wasn't as scrawny as he was the previous year.
"Get it yourself," Harry replied, yawning.
"I'll tell mum...," Dudley warned.
"So Dudley. I was thinking. Should I invite Sirius over for next week?" Harry asked nonchalantly.
"No," Dudley said, glaring at Harry. "And move. I gotta get something to eat."
Harry smiled innocently at Dudley just as Aunt Petunia walked in.
"What's this? Harry, aren't you making Dudley a pancake? And put the butter back Duddie. You know we use margarine in this house," Aunt Petunia said all in one breath.
"Well, I would make Dudley a pancake, but he insisted on making it himself," Harry said angelically. "Isn't that right, Duddiekins?"
Dudley glared at Harry. "Of course," he said through clenched teeth.
"Oh! My wittle Dudders is acting all grown up! Making his own breakfast," Aunt Petunia said clapping her hands.
Harry resisted the urge to gag, picked up a lowfat pop tart as they didn't have regular ones, and headed back upstairs. Aunt Petunia didn't notice his absence. She was too busy ruffling Dudley's hair.
On the way upstairs, Harry bumped into Uncle Vernon.
"Watch where you're going!" Uncle Vernon snarled.
"Oh, Uncle Vernon. I was wondering. I need to get to London on August 27th."
"And your point?" Uncle Vernon questioned, smiling slightly.
"Can you bring me?" Harry asked.
"No," Uncle Vernon said simply.
"All right. I guess I'll have to get my godfather to bring me...."
Uncle Vernon jumped and all traces of a smile disappeared. "Actually, come to think of it, we're going to London that day. I suppose we could bring you."
"Oh, thanks. Where are you going?"
"Er...none of your business!" said Uncle Vernon, for lack of a better response.
"Right then." Harry ran to his room. He replied to both Ron and Hermione's letters, using Pig and Hedwig. In his reply notes, he told them the 27th was fine. Then he wrote thank you notes to Sirius and Hagrid and sent away the ant and school owl.
Harry shoved the pop tart in his mouth and began singing happy birthday to himself. He looked at his calendar and crossed out July 31st from the calendar.
"One more month," he muttered, "until I'm back in the wizard world."
The sight of red eyes suddenly made their way into Harry's head. Harry quickly thought of Hermione and Ron to drive the eyes away. One more month.
A/N Sorry it's short! I'll write more soon to make up for it. Please review! Thanks!