Disclaimer: I 4got this in the last chapter so J.K. Rowling owns all of these characters and sadly I do not.
A/N: ok thanks to the people who reviewed before and I'm sorry about all those spelling errors and stuff I'll try and not do that this time.
Chapter 2: The Letter from Hogwarts and Mrs. Figg
"Morning!" Harry exclaimed as he bounded into the kitchen.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Uncle Vernon snapped. Uncle Vernon was a very large man with a purple face and very little neck.
"Got a letter from Sirius today, you know my god-father," Harry replied with a slight grin on his face. Uncle Vernon blanched. "Y-you did?" he asked shakily. Harry's godfather was Sirius Black, and escaped convict. Except he really didn't commit the murders he was imprisoned for, but the Dursley's didn't know that.
"Yup. He was just checking upon me, making sure I was happy on my birthday. By the way, can I spend next week at my friend Ron's?"
"Next week, umm well we're vacationing in Majorca, you were gonna stay with Mrs. Figg, but I guess, IF you tell your godfather, then you could go," Uncle Vernon said still a bit shaken.
"You guys are vacationing in Majorca? Since when? Were you planning on telling me?"
"We don't tell you everything," Aunt Petunia said pointedly from the window. His aunt was a tall and extremely skinny woman with a very long neck that she used for spying on the neighbors.
"Okay, when are you leaving?" Harry questioned.
"The limo comes at 4 this afternoon. Tell your 'friend' to pick you up at Mrs. Figg's," Aunt Petunia said.
"K," Harry said as he scampered upstairs. He sat down at his desk to write to Ron and Sirius.
Ron-
My uncle said I could stay with you. But you have to pick
me up at Mrs. Figg's house. She lives about two streets over from me; the muggles are vacationing to Majorca for the week. I'll be there starting this evening.
-Harry
P.S. Thanks for the mini me!
Harry walked over to his wardrobe and poked Pig awake. Pig hooted loudly and looked around. "Take this to Ron, okay?" he asked Pig as he tied the letter to his leg. Pig took off out the window. As Harry walked back to his desk to write his letter to Sirius, he stepped on a piece of parchment.
It was his unopened Hogwarts letter. Harry picked it up and opened it. He walked back to his desk and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
As you well very well know this letter is to inform you that term starts
on September 1st. Please board the Hogwarts Express at 11:00 a.m. on Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station. We look forward to seeing you then.
-Professor M. McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. A list of your supplies for next year is inclosed.
The standard book of spells grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk
Advanced Transfiguration By Emeric Switch
Defensive tactics against the very dark arts By James Liteton
Advanced Magical Drafts and Potions By Arsenius Jigger
Upper Years Psychology By Drini Bushmear
Upper years psychology? Thought Harry. Why would we need a psychology book? That's odd. The next sheet of paper was a note from Dumbledore to all the students:
Dear Students,
As you all know from my announcement at the end of last term, the Dark Lord
Voldemort has returned. The Ministry of Magic still refuses to believe it. Our program has set up a defense to start in the fight against Lord Voldemort. We've taken extra precautions against any attacks at Hogwarts. I want you all to know that you are perfectly safe within the school grounds but all Hogsmeade visits are cancelled until further notice.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Yet another page was in the envelope:
Dear Harry,
For the remainder of the summer you're to stay at the Burrow with the Weasleys. At
their place you don't have the protective charm that you have at your Aunt and Uncle's. So I figured we should put some extra protection on you. I'm planning on using the same charm on you that we used on your parents. I'm stopping by the Burrow tomorrow afternoon to perform the charm and I beg that you make me your secret keeper.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
So Dumbledore was gonna use the same charm on him that he had used on his parents. But why would Dumbledore put such protection on him for just one week? That's odd. Oh well, Harry thought and sat down to write his letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
Thanks for the card and watch. The watch is amazing.
Now I'll always know where you guys are and won't ever have to worry. It's great. I have a question for you. Professor Dumbledore wants to use the charm he used on my parents to keep them safe from Voldemort, when I go to Ron's next week. Has something happened that would require extra protection for me? I'm only going to be there the week before term starts. When you write back I'll be at Ron's. I hope you're well and Buckbeak too.
_Harry
Harry reread the letter and decided it was okay. He rolled it up and walked to Hedwig's cage where she sat snoozing. Hedwig was a snowy white owl that had been given to Harry, by Hagrid, on his 11th birthday.
Harry poked Hedwig awake. "Are you up for another trip?" he asked her. She drew herself up and stuck out her leg for Harry to tie on the note. "Take this to Sirius," he said as he stroked her back. She gave him an affectionate nip on the finger and flew out the window.
Harry glanced at the clock. It was 1:30. Two and a half hours from now he'd be free of the Dursley's for another year. Harry flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Voldemort couldn't get to me at Ron's, could he? Harry thought, as the ceiling became fuzzy.
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"Harry!!" Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs. "Get your lazy bum sown here right now!"
The sound of Uncle Vernon's voice made Harry jump. He got up off his bed and glanced at the clock, it was 3:20, he must have dozed off. Harry trudged out of his room and down the stairs. "Get your stuff," Uncle Vernon barked, "you're leaving in ten minutes."
"I need my trunk. You've still got it locked under the stairs," Harry stated. The Dursley's hated anything magical, so they locked all of Harry's things away in the cupboard under the stairs so he couldn't do anything even remotely magical all summer.
Uncle Vernon just grunted in response and walked into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later Harry had all of his things in his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage in the trunk of Uncle Vernon's car. They drove in silence over to Mrs. Figg's house.
Mrs. Figg is the old lady who watches Harry every time the Dursley's leave. She's rather old and quite fond of her cats. Her husband died a long time ago.
Uncle Vernon dropped Harry at the curb and popped the trunk of his car. Harry heaved his trunk out of the car and Uncle Vernon sped away. Harry was left to drag his huge trunk up to the door alone. Once he got there he rang the bell.
"Hello Harry!" said Mrs. Figg as she opened the door. "So you're only staying the night huh?"
"Uh, yes," Harry replied as Mrs. Figg helped him carry his trunk inside. "Well no sense in lugging this around the house then," she said setting down Harry's trunk.
"I guess not," Harry said dropping the other end of his trunk, "um Mrs. Figg, how exactly did you know I was only staying the night?"
"I spoke to Arthur Weasley about twenty minutes ago and he informed me you were staying at the Burrow with them next week."
"You know Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked incredulously. "How?"
"Well my husband and I used to work with him at the ministry and with Dumbledore."
It was like a light bulb went on in Harry's head. "You're Arabella Figg. Dumbledore mentioned your name at the end of last year, as part of the 'old crowd'. So you, you knew my parents?"
"Yes I knew your parents. They were wonderful, wonderful people," she replied smiling. The rest of Harry's evening went really well. He had hotdogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Afterward, Mrs. Figg told him storied about his parents instead of the usual cat stories. Then at around 11:30 she sent him to bed.
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The next morning Harry was awaken by the smell of bacon frying and pancakes cooking. Oh a real breakfast, Harry thought. With Dudley's diet still in effect Harry's breakfasts this summer had usually consisted of a slice of grapefruit or half a banana. Thankful for the real food he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.
"Morning," Mrs. Figg said cheerfully, "The Weasleys are coming for you at 11." Harry glanced at the clock it was 10:30. Half an hour and he'd be back where he belonged.
"Morning," he muttered in reply. He hungrily ate all the food placed in front of him. By the time he was done eating he felt about Dudley's size, and it was ten minutes until 11:00. Harry had to run and change and get ready to leave.
A/N: Oke doke the third chapter will probably be up within a week or so but until then please review!!
A/N: ok thanks to the people who reviewed before and I'm sorry about all those spelling errors and stuff I'll try and not do that this time.
Chapter 2: The Letter from Hogwarts and Mrs. Figg
"Morning!" Harry exclaimed as he bounded into the kitchen.
"Why are you in such a good mood?" Uncle Vernon snapped. Uncle Vernon was a very large man with a purple face and very little neck.
"Got a letter from Sirius today, you know my god-father," Harry replied with a slight grin on his face. Uncle Vernon blanched. "Y-you did?" he asked shakily. Harry's godfather was Sirius Black, and escaped convict. Except he really didn't commit the murders he was imprisoned for, but the Dursley's didn't know that.
"Yup. He was just checking upon me, making sure I was happy on my birthday. By the way, can I spend next week at my friend Ron's?"
"Next week, umm well we're vacationing in Majorca, you were gonna stay with Mrs. Figg, but I guess, IF you tell your godfather, then you could go," Uncle Vernon said still a bit shaken.
"You guys are vacationing in Majorca? Since when? Were you planning on telling me?"
"We don't tell you everything," Aunt Petunia said pointedly from the window. His aunt was a tall and extremely skinny woman with a very long neck that she used for spying on the neighbors.
"Okay, when are you leaving?" Harry questioned.
"The limo comes at 4 this afternoon. Tell your 'friend' to pick you up at Mrs. Figg's," Aunt Petunia said.
"K," Harry said as he scampered upstairs. He sat down at his desk to write to Ron and Sirius.
Ron-
My uncle said I could stay with you. But you have to pick
me up at Mrs. Figg's house. She lives about two streets over from me; the muggles are vacationing to Majorca for the week. I'll be there starting this evening.
-Harry
P.S. Thanks for the mini me!
Harry walked over to his wardrobe and poked Pig awake. Pig hooted loudly and looked around. "Take this to Ron, okay?" he asked Pig as he tied the letter to his leg. Pig took off out the window. As Harry walked back to his desk to write his letter to Sirius, he stepped on a piece of parchment.
It was his unopened Hogwarts letter. Harry picked it up and opened it. He walked back to his desk and began to read.
Dear Mr. Potter,
As you well very well know this letter is to inform you that term starts
on September 1st. Please board the Hogwarts Express at 11:00 a.m. on Platform 9 3/4 at King's Cross Station. We look forward to seeing you then.
-Professor M. McGonnagall
Deputy Headmistress
P.S. A list of your supplies for next year is inclosed.
The standard book of spells grade 5 by Miranda Goshawk
Advanced Transfiguration By Emeric Switch
Defensive tactics against the very dark arts By James Liteton
Advanced Magical Drafts and Potions By Arsenius Jigger
Upper Years Psychology By Drini Bushmear
Upper years psychology? Thought Harry. Why would we need a psychology book? That's odd. The next sheet of paper was a note from Dumbledore to all the students:
Dear Students,
As you all know from my announcement at the end of last term, the Dark Lord
Voldemort has returned. The Ministry of Magic still refuses to believe it. Our program has set up a defense to start in the fight against Lord Voldemort. We've taken extra precautions against any attacks at Hogwarts. I want you all to know that you are perfectly safe within the school grounds but all Hogsmeade visits are cancelled until further notice.
Professor Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster
Yet another page was in the envelope:
Dear Harry,
For the remainder of the summer you're to stay at the Burrow with the Weasleys. At
their place you don't have the protective charm that you have at your Aunt and Uncle's. So I figured we should put some extra protection on you. I'm planning on using the same charm on you that we used on your parents. I'm stopping by the Burrow tomorrow afternoon to perform the charm and I beg that you make me your secret keeper.
Yours truly,
Albus Dumbledore
So Dumbledore was gonna use the same charm on him that he had used on his parents. But why would Dumbledore put such protection on him for just one week? That's odd. Oh well, Harry thought and sat down to write his letter to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
Thanks for the card and watch. The watch is amazing.
Now I'll always know where you guys are and won't ever have to worry. It's great. I have a question for you. Professor Dumbledore wants to use the charm he used on my parents to keep them safe from Voldemort, when I go to Ron's next week. Has something happened that would require extra protection for me? I'm only going to be there the week before term starts. When you write back I'll be at Ron's. I hope you're well and Buckbeak too.
_Harry
Harry reread the letter and decided it was okay. He rolled it up and walked to Hedwig's cage where she sat snoozing. Hedwig was a snowy white owl that had been given to Harry, by Hagrid, on his 11th birthday.
Harry poked Hedwig awake. "Are you up for another trip?" he asked her. She drew herself up and stuck out her leg for Harry to tie on the note. "Take this to Sirius," he said as he stroked her back. She gave him an affectionate nip on the finger and flew out the window.
Harry glanced at the clock. It was 1:30. Two and a half hours from now he'd be free of the Dursley's for another year. Harry flopped down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. Voldemort couldn't get to me at Ron's, could he? Harry thought, as the ceiling became fuzzy.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
"Harry!!" Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs. "Get your lazy bum sown here right now!"
The sound of Uncle Vernon's voice made Harry jump. He got up off his bed and glanced at the clock, it was 3:20, he must have dozed off. Harry trudged out of his room and down the stairs. "Get your stuff," Uncle Vernon barked, "you're leaving in ten minutes."
"I need my trunk. You've still got it locked under the stairs," Harry stated. The Dursley's hated anything magical, so they locked all of Harry's things away in the cupboard under the stairs so he couldn't do anything even remotely magical all summer.
Uncle Vernon just grunted in response and walked into the kitchen.
Ten minutes later Harry had all of his things in his trunk and Hedwig's empty cage in the trunk of Uncle Vernon's car. They drove in silence over to Mrs. Figg's house.
Mrs. Figg is the old lady who watches Harry every time the Dursley's leave. She's rather old and quite fond of her cats. Her husband died a long time ago.
Uncle Vernon dropped Harry at the curb and popped the trunk of his car. Harry heaved his trunk out of the car and Uncle Vernon sped away. Harry was left to drag his huge trunk up to the door alone. Once he got there he rang the bell.
"Hello Harry!" said Mrs. Figg as she opened the door. "So you're only staying the night huh?"
"Uh, yes," Harry replied as Mrs. Figg helped him carry his trunk inside. "Well no sense in lugging this around the house then," she said setting down Harry's trunk.
"I guess not," Harry said dropping the other end of his trunk, "um Mrs. Figg, how exactly did you know I was only staying the night?"
"I spoke to Arthur Weasley about twenty minutes ago and he informed me you were staying at the Burrow with them next week."
"You know Mr. Weasley?" Harry asked incredulously. "How?"
"Well my husband and I used to work with him at the ministry and with Dumbledore."
It was like a light bulb went on in Harry's head. "You're Arabella Figg. Dumbledore mentioned your name at the end of last year, as part of the 'old crowd'. So you, you knew my parents?"
"Yes I knew your parents. They were wonderful, wonderful people," she replied smiling. The rest of Harry's evening went really well. He had hotdogs and macaroni and cheese for dinner. Afterward, Mrs. Figg told him storied about his parents instead of the usual cat stories. Then at around 11:30 she sent him to bed.
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The next morning Harry was awaken by the smell of bacon frying and pancakes cooking. Oh a real breakfast, Harry thought. With Dudley's diet still in effect Harry's breakfasts this summer had usually consisted of a slice of grapefruit or half a banana. Thankful for the real food he walked into the kitchen and sat at the table.
"Morning," Mrs. Figg said cheerfully, "The Weasleys are coming for you at 11." Harry glanced at the clock it was 10:30. Half an hour and he'd be back where he belonged.
"Morning," he muttered in reply. He hungrily ate all the food placed in front of him. By the time he was done eating he felt about Dudley's size, and it was ten minutes until 11:00. Harry had to run and change and get ready to leave.
A/N: Oke doke the third chapter will probably be up within a week or so but until then please review!!