The Third Traitor

The Third Traitor

Chapter 1: Visitor in the Night

Harry jumped up in his bed. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked out the window. It was his only way to tell time since his aunt and uncle no longer allowed a clock. Harry hated his aunt and uncle as much as they hated him. When Harry was only one year old an evil man, named Voldemort, killed his parents.  After the man finished off his parents he turned to Harry.  But, he couldn't kill him. No one knows why. He ended up dying himself.  And now fourteen years later a fifteen-year-old Harry sat in his aunt and uncle's house on a lumpy bed.  Harry had the same nightmare, of the Tri-Wizard Tournament.  Harry always had this dream.  He tried not to but he did.  He remembered it perfectly, Cedric lying dead and worst of all Voldemort living again. He shook it off and looked out the window.  The sun had started to come up.  He waited patiently from an owl from his friend Ron.  He waited very patiently.  Almost two months of a wait now.

"Happy birthday to me!" Harry said to himself after looking at the calendar, which hung on his wall above his bed. He smiled thinking it was one day closer until his return to Hogwarts.

Hogwarts was a school in London. It was not for usual boys and girls.  No, it definitely wasn't for normal kids. You see Hogwarts was a school to train young witches and wizards.

So, now Harry fell back asleep with a smile on his face thinking of the school called Hogwarts.

"GET UP! I'm not going to holler up again! You want a beating boy?" The piercing voice of Aunt Petunia filled Harry's bedroom.

"I'm up!" He called grumpily retreating from his bed. He walked down the stairs. He walked silently across the living room and to the steps leading out of the house. He was at the bottom step. He almost made it. He could do it.

"BOY!" The deep voice of Uncle Vernon made him jump. He never called Harry by his real name-just boy. He felt his uncle's hand land on his shoulder and turn him around. "To work with you!"

"What? It's my birthday!" Harry complained.

"And your birthday never meant anything before why should it now?" Uncle Vernon said with a content smile on his face.

"Oh." Harry managed to get out through gritted teeth. He turned to see his fat cousin Dudley walk from the kitchen (which is where he usually was) and into the living room.

"You tell him dad." Dudley said. Then changing his voice into the usual whine he said, "Daddy I don't feel like cutting the grass!"

"What?" Aunt Petunia shouted coming out of the Kitchen. "My little Duddy cut the grass? That's slave work. Leave it for this thing." She added pointing to Harry. "No." Uncle Vernon said in a firm voice. "He has his work and Dudley needs to loose weight. I don't want to have to waste money on having someone make him a school uniform again." Harry sat there stunned. He had a broad smile on his face when he saw Dudley's. His fat face was a rosy color making him look even more like a pig. A real tear rolled down his eyes. Harry didn't know if it was because of the work he had to do or the insult. Aunt Petunia wore the same face as Harry only without the smile. She was muttering something while crying.

"Do you mind finishing breakfast?" Uncle Vernon asked. "What's that smell?"

"Oh no! I left the bacon burning!" Aunt Petunia cried running out to a smoke filled kitchen. The others followed closely. Aunt Petunia grabbed the fire extinguisher and sprayed the fire but the damage had already been done. The kitchen was a mess and everything was practically burnt.

"Do I still have to cut the grass?" Dudley asked ignoring the mess.

"No." Uncle Vernon said looking around the kitchen.

"Do I still have to work?" Asked Harry hopefully.

"Yes!" answered the whole Dursley family at once.

"Great!" said Harry walking out of the kitchen looking at a list on the table and read the things on the list and started doing his daily chores.

Around five o'clock he finished and sat down next to Dudley who was watching television.

"You still like cartoons?" Harry asked with a chuckle.

"Yeah. Why not?" Dudley said with a serious face.

"Because your fifteen." Harry said but before Dudley could answer he walked off to the kitchen.

He walked in and looked around. They hadn't fixed it they just made it worse. He laughed as he thought of a plan in his mind.

"You know I could fix that with my magic, right?" Harry called from the Dining Room.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY BOY!?" Uncle Vernon called from the Kitchen.

"Oh nothing." Harry said with a chuckle.

"YOU THINK THIS IS FUNNY? WELL THEN DON'T EAT BECAUSE YOU AREN'T GOING OUT TO DINNER WITH US TONIGHT!" Vernon shouted while spitting in Harry's face.

So, as a punishment Harry sat in the dark watching television two hours later. Uncle Vernon hid all the food and Harry couldn't magic anything up. He wasn't allowed to on summer vacation. So he went up to his room and decided to sleep. He looked at the calendar before he went to sleep.

" I can't believe my friends forgot my birthday." He said with a sigh.

Then he heard something from down stairs. "It must be the Dursley's. Dudley must've forgotten something. He heard it again so he decided to check outside, but the Dursley's car wasn't there so he went downstairs to check. When he reached the bottom of the step he felt something grab his shoulder. It felt like a hand. A very thin hand but strong. He turned around to look but nothing was on his shoulder or around him. Then the hand started to drag him and out of the house. He looked around and still saw nothing. All he could do was scream for help.