A/N at end of chapter
Chapter Three
Harry spent the rest of the day in his room, waiting for Hedwig's return. She still hadn't came back when Mrs. Dursley called Harry down for dinner.
Mr. Dursley and Dudley were already seated at the table, looking miserably down at their dinner, a bowl of mixed chilled fruit. Petunia slid his much smaller bowl to him as she sat down, and peered at him coldly.
"Well, what did your...friend say?" she snapped.
"I don't know." Harry shrugged, he took a bite to lengthen the conversation. "I didn't get my answer yet."
"Do they think we have all summer?" Petunia snorted. Her voice softened as she turned to Dudley. "Eat your dinner dear."
"This isn't enough." Dudley grumbled, but he poked at the fruit with his fork.
"Eat what your mother made boy." Mr. Dursley said, looking up from his own.
Harry, however, was no longer listening to the conversation. He glanced out the kitchen window, hoping for a glance of Hedwig. Only the street in the fading light met his eyes, the sky was clear, except for the occasional star.
"May I be excused." Harry asked suddenly. Petunia looked shrewdly at his bowl, which was half finished.
"Go." Mr. Dursley said before Petunia. Petunia glanced at her husband with a look of disbelief and anger. Mr. Dursley wasn't looking at her though, he focused on his dinner and seemed to be ignoring the precense of others.
Harry didn't question, he left the Dursley's in their kitchens and headed back up to his room. Hedwig still hadn't come back.
***
"It's been fifteen years since I've been back in the human world." the elf said, as she watched Korona approach the portal.
Kori paused and glanced back at her friend. She had told her the story that no one else had ever heard. The story of her life, how she abandoned her human world, her blood history.*
"Why so long?"
The elf didn't answer, just simply looked passed her to the portal. Kori almost smiled, Diana was so complex it was hard to understand her.
"Come back tomorrow." Diana said finally.
"I will."
"You will miss your train."
"I know."
"You will miss the beginning of the term." Diana said, eyes still on the portal.
"I really don't want to go." Kori sighed.
"You will. I will take you." Diana said, her eyes turning to Kori's.
Kori grinned, and said as she moved through the portal, "Till tomorrow."
***
Harry woke up in the middle of the night to the soft sound of tapping on his closed window. Hedwig waited calmly as Harry tore across the room and opened the window. She hooted with annoyance as he practically pulled off her leg as he yanked off the letter attached.
"Sorry girl." Harry said apologetically, as he carried her to her cage. She ruffled her feathers and stepped lightly into the cage, heading for the water bowl.
Harry unrolled the letter, there was Ron's familiar scrawl, only it seemed more sloppy then usual. It read:
Harry,
Something important has happened, and I had to leave
the Burrow to a safe place. I can't tell you now in case
this letter is intercepted, but I will be sure to talk to you
at Hogwarts. Hermione is with me, and I've spoken to
Proffessor Dumbledore about your summer vacations
with us. He will let me know what I can do so you can
stay with me this summer. See you at Hogwarts.
Ron
Harry re-read the letter a few more times to be sure he understood it. With a frustrated cry he let the letter drop from his hands. Something had happened to Ron and Hermione so they had to go into hiding.
Voldemort.
Another low groan escaped his lips and he shuffled back to his bed. Again Cedric's death came to his mind, but his worries for his friends pushed them away. A sharp pang of pain crossed his foreward. Harry's cold hands shot up and pressed against the pain. It was different from the ones he'd been having over the summer, more painful.
Worry creased his features as he lay back on his bed, hand still pressed against the scar, as the pain faded. It wasn't as serious as when Voldemort would curse someone, but whatever it was had been serious enough to cause such a feeling.
He glanced back at Hedwigs cage, her head was tucked under her wing and he could see her breathing lightly. She must have had a hard journey to get so tired, Harry thought. He crawled under his blankets and shut his eyes. He would let her rest, and try and reach Ron again tomorrow.
"Harry!" a voice interrupted his sleep.
"What?" Harry croaked, he coughed slightly. His mouth was was dry, and his lips felt chapped as he ran his tongue across them.
"Get up you lazy boy, breakfast is ready." the voice called again.
Oh, Aunt Petunia, Harry thought. He sat up slowly and put on his glasses. His head hurt, and he still felt very tired. Hedwig was still asleep, unbothered by Petunia's calls. Harry's eyes looked down to the floor as he remembered the letter, it still rested where it had fallen.
Harry left his bed and moved to the letter, picking it up carefully and setting it in his school trunk. He didn't want Petunia to find it, and she wouldn't touch his trunk. Harry started out of his bedroom door, thoughts racing as he thought over last night. His hand unconsciously reached up and brushed his scar. He hadn't felt any pain, at least none serious enough to wake him or to notice. Maybe it was nothing, Harry inwardly hoped, but he knew he was wrong.
Harry stepped into the bright kitchen, squinting in the bright morning light. Dudley wasn't at the table, but Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were. Mr. Dursley was buried in the morning paper, and as usual, ignored Harry as he entered the room. Petunia, however, watched him with her sharp eyes as he moved over and sat at his seat.
"Why aren't you dressed?" Aunt Petunia snapped.
"I forgot to." Harry said, looking down at himself. He was still in his pajama's, and truthfully he'd forgotten to change.
"Well get back up there and change then." Petunia said.
Harry stood with a heavy sigh and turned to go back up to his room. The sound of paper being moved quickly made him pause and look back. Uncle Vernon was watching Harry go.
"Sit back down." Uncle Vernon said.
"But-" Harry started.
"Sit." Vernon said in a low, menacing tone. "Finish your breakfast."
"Vernon." Petunia cried, turning to him. Mr. Dursley just glared at her, making her look back down at her food and he continued reading his paper.
Harry shoveled his oatmeal into his mouth as fast as he could. When he was finished, he exited the kitchen quickly and went up to his room to change. Something weird was going on. Uncle Vernon had never really stuck up for him like that, unless he was threatened. Harry sat at his desk, and picked up his quill. He sat there a long moment, then set it down. He didn't know who to write to or what he would write.
Something didn't feel right.
A/N: You saw this * back when Korona was saying about her blood history and such. You will see these more often throughout
the story. There are bits of information that would not be able to be described in the story with out it sounding weird. So I'll continue
*- Korona only told you part of her history, if I told you her entire story it would be the story itself, so you only got the part that
would be going into this particular story.
That's what they'll be like. So far I hope anyone and everyone who is reading this like the story. As I said before, beginnings are my weakest point, but I get better. Thank you all who reviewed and Kori, I love you too. Please review!
Trin