Thank you for all the offers to beta my story but I learned how to do it all by myself! yay!! I know that chapter one was very short and uneventful but that was because I didn't feel like typing anymore and I wanted to actually get the chapter up. This was supposed to be part of chapter 1 but im "busy". This one isn't really longer but things actually happen (ooooh), not really.Thanks for the reviews! I was so excited when I saw that I actually got more than two! Hope you like this chapter.



Chapter 2

Five hours later, Harry woke with a start. Sitting up, slightly dazed, he realized that he had just been hit with his lavender (a/n: very fashionable...) quill. Slowly raising his head, afraid of what was coming, he made eye contact with his crabby aunt.

"Wake up already!! Dudley woke up at least ten minutes ago! What is he going to say when he sees no breakfast waiting for him? I have to do all the work around here!", said Petunia Dursley as angrily as she could, a hint of fear still blazing in her eyes.

"He doesn't need a breakfast..."

"What's that?"

"I said, I'm coming!"He waited for her to leave before getting out of bed and deciding it would be a better idea to open the rest of the presents after breakfast, went downstairs.

Harry walked into the kitchen much more cheerful than he had been before. Pulling out a chair next to Dudley, he wished them all a "Good Morning". Aunt Petunia muttered a "hello". Dudley muttered something that sounded like "You too" or "New Glue" through a mouthful of food. Uncle Vernon, on the other hand, gave him a small smile and said "Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" not really expecting an answer. Eversince his return from Hogwarts, his uncle had been exceptionally civil and sometimes even nice to him. For what reason, he didn't know, but he had a feeling that he wanted something.

The rest of breakfast passed by fine. Dudley had six strawberries, an orange, and half a bowl of whole wheat cereal topped with sliced bananas and about a teaspoon full of sugar for flavor while Uncle Vernon had four servings of bacon and eggs. This summer, Dudley was continuing his diet but in a different way. Seeing that Dudley wasn't losing weight at all on the old method of feeding him one fruit per meal (probably because he snuck lots of yummy Entenmann's chocolate fugde cakes and other Entenmann's and Peperridge Farm products or anyhting that has chocolate into his room when no one was looking...mmm), Aunt Petunia started giving him several fruits, vegetables, and grains in each meal. It was actually working, now Dudley only took up about seven-eighths of his side of the table. There was still one flaw, from Dudley's point of view, to this plan. The rest of the family didn't have to follow his diet which was something that he complained endlessly about. It looked as though he was just about to start when Uncle Vernon cleared his throat. Instictively, everyone present looked up.

"Happy Birthday, Harry", he said with a strained smile and a complexion going from Cappuccino to Raspberry.

"Erm... thankyou..." Uncle Vernon's courtesy was getting very disturbing.

"I have some news for you. For your birthday this year, we were thinking that maybe... you would like to... you could go to that red-headed freind of yours, whats his name? John? Anyway, we were wondering if you were thinking of going there this summer." Uncle vernon finished with that same smile glued on his face except there was something else there that to Harry looked disgustingly like hope.

"Actually, I'm going to my friend Hermione's house. She'll be here to pick me up on Tuesday at 6:00. Her parents are mu- like you guys so they should be arriving by car." Harry was grateful for having such an easy time asking permission.

"Tuesday, eh? Well, Marge is coming tomorrow... rats! That means you'll be here with her for a whole day." Now he and his wife exchanged meaningful glances. Petunia's seemed to say, "Can't we just throw him out?". Vernon' replied, "Remember what happened last time we got him mad??".

As this significant conversation continued, Harry groaned loudly (and very rudely). Aunt Marge? Coming again? Last time he'd seen her, he had somehow managed to inflate her whole body to the point that it was actually floating in midair. At least it would only be for a day. As he left the table to do some present opening, he had to stifle a laugh at the stupid looks on his aunt and uncle's faces, they seemed to be talking and gesturing to each other and trying very hard not to move their lips.

Upon walking into his room the first thing Harry spotted, glinting in the sunlight, was the foe-glass Hermione gave him. The crystal framing the delicate mirror was cut very carefully and looked sharp, but when Harry touched the tips, they felt like dough. He looked into the mirror and saw a circle and a dot in the middle. He put the dark detector on his bedside table and decided to take another look at Ron's present. Chewing on some fudge, he said the magic word and watched his whole room light up with bright green light. Placing the glostick next to the foe-glass, he pulled out the letter from the barn owl.

Harry-

Happy birthday! How are you doing? I'm staying with Remus
but since I come up to Hogwarts all the time, I've decided to send
this from here. I might just see you at Hermione's next week. She
sent a letter asking Dumbledore's permission whether to invite you
or not. Has your scar been giving you any trouble? If it does, contact
Dumbledore immediately. In the envelope I sent is your birthday
present. Its from Dumbledore, Remus, Hagrid, and me.


Sirius

Harry found a crumpled up peice of tissue paper inside the letter's envelope.He opened it up with sweaty fingers and uncovered a pendant. It was made of two circular, clear, misty red stones connected with a diagonal strip of gold. Like that!!--
o ---A

_|_
O`- ,O
(the middle is a solid line)

It looked a lot like a pair of lop-sided glasses. He glanced back at the tissue paper and noticed a completely transparent chain. It looked like bendable glass and felt like string. Harry supposed this was what he was supposed to wear the pendant with so he put it through the loop (A, as shown on diagram) and instantly felt it warm up. The warmth spread throughout his body. First at his fingers, then his arms, his chest, torso, legs, and just as it reached his ears and his cheeks, it stopped. He suddenly felt very empty and the warmth slowly died away. He glanced at the tissue paper once more and saw tiny golden letters dancing around and, after a couple of seconds, forming words. It read;

-To The Golden Heir-
Handed down from generation to generation
for thousands of years, this pendant shall protect
the Golden Heir from peril. Handle this with
the care that your fore-fathers imposed upon it.

And underneath that, in green writing, read this:


Harry Potter, you are now the guardian of the Gryptorr stone.


Harry finished reading the fine script, reread it about three times, and finally put it down. He was very confused and wondered why he was the golden heir. He also wondered what being the golden heir was supposed to mean. Did he inherit this from his father? Right now he hated Sirius for not providing him with more information as well as everone else who sent this.
His thoughts were interrupted by a loud screech from the bird still lying on his bed. It was obviously getting homesick so Harry reached over and pulled the package off it's leg. As he did so, he took a longer look at the bird's strange appearance. It was definitely the most beautiful bird he had ever seen, even more so than Fawks. Its purple feathers looked as though they were polished daily and its talons were the color of pure gold, but what really caught Harry's attention were it's eyes. They looked like diamonds glued onto the bird's skull. Harry shuddered and looked away; it was really creepy to see no pupils or to not know in which direction the creature was looking. He finally untied the knot. As soon as he pulled the package away, the bird turned bright orange with a pop! and hurried out of his opened window. It flew towards the bright sun, dodged a tree, and rushed out of sight. He figured the bird wanted to get back to it's owner asap but couldnt help the feel of his stomach sinking.
Harry stopped gazing out the window and picked up the package. He took off the green wrapping and found in his hands, a silver sphere about 1 1/2 inches in diameter. It reminded him of the golden egg from last year. It was hollow and even had a groove down the middle which ened in a tiny clasp. Curiously, he opened the clasp with his nails and instantly the entire room went a smoky black.
Suddenly Harry's scar felt like fire. The pain was so intense he couldnt hold himself up. he dropped the sphere and collapsed to the floor. Lying on the beige carpet, he could see that the sphere was emmiting the black smoke.With all the strength he could muster, he reached his hand over to the sphere, thinking that if he closed it, the pain in his scar would subside and everything would go back to normal. As he enclosed the ball in his palm, pain like he had never felt before was cousing through him. It felt like someone had set his skin on fire while subjecting him to the Cruciatus Curse. he tried to let go but his fingers felt glued on. In no time, he heard himself screaming in agony. Hefelt his eyes rolling to the back of his head, trying to rip themselves out of his skull. he saw uncle Vernon open the door to hius room, Aunt Petunia and Dudley cowering behind him. He looked enraged at the fact that Harry was making so much noise until he saw him lying on the floor covered in red scratch marks. Harry got one fleeting glimpse of Vernon Dursley walking cautiously towards him before the world went black.

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a/n: is that a cliffhanger? cool, it is.oh yeah, all this stuff belongs to me if its not in the hp books... i cant tell u how much i've learned from this last month! b4 when i used to see h/r, or h/h, i used to b like, wtf? then i realized wat it was and in no time, my questions changed to "r/r, thats stands for Ron and...?"...anyways...i would like to thank the *6* wonderful people who reviewed my story and i luv you all!!!
blazing catarax- thankyou cathy, ur dumb, wat r u supposed to put in a review!?! god... good luck w/ ur story.
sirius-thanki for reviewing, very meaningful words they were.. hurry up w/ bttf-11!!!
lily- thankyou, it is a great story, lol
lillyphoenix- i learned how to beta myself, but thanks neways, thanks for the review
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