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Chapter 2
Harry sat, shocked, in silence for a good long time. He sat on the edge of his bed staring wide-eyed off into nothing. He still didn't believe it but it had to be true. Dumbledore wouldn't joke around about this kind of thing. It wasn't fair! Why did he have to leave the one place where he was ever accepted? The one place where he had friends? The one place where he was ever happy? He had no idea what to do next. And Sirius agreed to this too! He didn't want to go to another school so far away from his friends. But he knew there was no use in protesting. Dumbledore had made his decision. Now he certainly wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. His life was about to be turned upside down. He sat there on the edge of his bed glasses falling off his nose, until sunlight began to peek into his room. Finally, he decided he would write Ron and Hermione and tell them about this whole horrible happening. Then he would write Sirius and yell at him for agreeing to this whole mess. Then he would just have to wait until he visited Ron and do what he could to convince Dumbledore he would be safe at Hogwarts. If that didn't work he would turn to his last resort he would go to this school, Knockridde Academy, and form a plan to defeat Voldemort. He knew Ron and Hermione would help him. Then once Voldemort was killed he would be able to return to Hogwarts for next term.
He guessed it was around six but he was too tired to look at the clock. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose got up and stumbled over to his desk. He was so tired that he could barley walk straight. Once at his desk he collapsed into the flimsy wooden chair and fumbled through a drawer for some parchment, ink, and a quill. He began his letter to Ron. It read.
Ron,
August 15 is fine. I haven't asked the Dursley's yet but their reply doesn't matter because I'm coming anyway. Jamaica sounds great. It's ok that I can't come I understand. Hermione wrote me that she's on vacation in Ireland. Have you heard the terrible news yet? Probably not but here it is anyway. I'm not coming back to Hogwarts this year. It's no joke that's what I thought at first too, but Dumbledore wrote me a letter himself. Voldemort's after me (surprise surprise) so he's sending me to some wizard school in The States. It's called Knockridde Academy. Ever heard of it? I'm meeting Dumbledore at your house next week to work out the details. Anyway, hope you are well. Can't wait to see you.
-Harry
Harry reread the letter. He figured it would do. Next, he began his letter to Hermione. He dipped his quill into the ink bottle and began:
Hermione,
How are you? Ireland sounds really nice. I hope you're having fun. Everything's the same around here. The Dursley's are yelling at me as much as ever. If it's possible, Dudley's gotten fatter. Oh and before you can ask again, yes I am done my homework. It doesn't really matter now though. I have some terrible news. Voldemort's after me again so Dumbledore's sending me to another wizard school in the USA. It's called Knockridde Academy. This isn't a joke and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Dumbledore's made his decision. I think I can meet you at Diagon Alley on August 23 but I have to make sure I can get the Dursley's to give me a ride. Anyway, hope you are well.
-Harry
Harry was becoming more and more depressed at the thought of having to leave his friends. Somehow, writing it down in ink made the whole thing seem more real. Dudley's snores had stopped which meant he was awake now. Harry had better hurry with his letter to Sirius. Aunt Petunia would be banging on his door for him to wake up any minute. He hurriedly dipped his quill in the ink once more and quickly scrawled this note:
Sirius,
I've just gotten a letter from Dumbledore. I can't believe you agreed to this whole thing. Wouldn't I be much safer if I was near Dumbledore? Everyone says he more powerful then Voldemort. I'm very angry with you right now. Hope you're well. Loved the flying penguin.
-Harry
His letters to Sirius were usually much longer but under the circumstances, Harry didn't feel much like talking with Sirius right at the moment. He folded each of the letters and placed them carefully in envelopes. Then he carried the letters over to Hedwig's cage where the three owls and the penguin were sleeping. He tapped on the cage a little bit to wake them up. Once they were awake, he tied Ron's letter to the leg of the black owl, who he concluded was Midnight, and threw the owl out the window into the bright morning sunlight. Then, he tied Hermione's letter to the plain brown owl and sent that one out the window too. He wasn't quite sure who should take his letter to Sirius, Hedwig or the penguin. A flying penguin in England in the middle of the day might attract some attention, he reasoned, so he ended up sending the letter with Hedwig. Just as Hedwig disappeared off into the horizon, Harry's door burst open.
Harry's cousin Dudley burst into Harry's room. Another button popped off Dudley's shirt, hitting Harry's leg.
"Mum sent me to get you for breakfast." Dudley declared. Then, spotting the penguin he added, " What is that?"
"Why, it's a present for you, Dudley. It's a magical flying penguin but it doesn't like you and it's about to blow up!" Harry knew that he would get in trouble for this but he figured it didn't matter. Everything else in his life was falling apart and besides, he was quite irritable from not getting any sleep the entire night.
" Muuuuuum!" Dudley shrieked, bolting from the room, " Harry's got a magical flying penguin in his room and he said it's about to explode!"
Of course Aunt Petunia knew this wasn't true but she marched upstairs into Harry's room and after yelling at him a good deal told him he wasn't allowed food until he had weeded her garden, washed the car, cleaned all the bathrooms in the house, and sewed all the buttons back onto Dudley's shirts.
"It's not my fault Dudley's fat." Harry muttered as his aunt left the room and slammed the door quite rudely in Harry's face, leaving him to get dressed.
~
By six-thirty, Harry was still sewing buttons on Dudley's vests. He had three blisters on his left hand and five on his right hand. The worst part about this was that he knew Dudley would never wear any of these vests again.
Finally, at seven o'clock Aunt Petunia was satisfied that Harry had been punished enough, and although there were still seventeen shirts left, allowed Harry to come down for dinner. Harry was exhausted, due to that fact that he had been up the entire night, and ravenous, due to the fact that he hadn't eaten one thing the entire day.
At dinner, Harry was served a piece of cold bread and a sliver of steak. The rest of the family had baked potatoes, filet mignon, and warm rolls. Harry didn't mind at all, as long as whatever was put on his plate was edible. Finally, midway through dinner, Harry decided to ask about Ron's and Diagon Alley.
" Uncle Vernon," Harry began. His Uncle grunted to acknowledge that he was listening. "My friend Ron, the one who had me over last summer, wants me to visit him next week." "He can pick me up and bring me home." Another grunt, " Is that ok?" Vernon grunted once more, Harry supposed in agreement. " And my other friend Hermione, wants to meet me in London on August 23 to get our school supplies together. Will you drive me there?" Harry knew he had pushed too far. He could see the color rising in his Uncle's face, a sure sign he was about to explode in fury. Here it came...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? YOU'RE PERSONAL CHAUFFER?" Vernon bellowed. Harry could see the glee in Dudley's face. Dudley always loved to watch Harry get yelled at.
"HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO DRIVE YOU TO LON-"
"Well I suppose," Harry quietly interrupted, "That I'll just have to write my godfather and tell him you won't let me meet my friend in London. He won't be very happy about this I daresay." That had done it. His uncle's face had gone from purple to white quicker that Harry thought possible. His aunt gasped and Dudley jumped into his mother's arms, knocking her down.
"Alright," Vernon replied reluctantly after quite some time had passed " I'll drive you to London on August 23. You'll have to take the train back though. I'm only driving as far as the train station to pick you up."
"Jolly good then." Harry replied happily, clearing his plate and walking it to the sink.
He started to exit the kitchen when his uncle barked at him " Where do you think you're going?"
"To my room." Harry replied. Where else? You won't let me anywhere else in the house. He added silently.
"Oh no you aren't. You're going to have to earn that drive to London. Now get back in here and clear the table and wash the dishes for your aunt, who so graciously cooked you dinner."
Yeah Right Harry though, but he only answered, " Ok."
~
In his bedroom that night Harry pulled a book he had rented from the Hogwarts library out of his trunk. He would have to give it to Hermione or Ron to return for him he thought sadly. He sat on the floor comfortably, paging through the book blankly, not really reading it but thinking. At least I'll get to see my friends once more before I leave England.
Surprisingly, Harry had no trouble falling asleep that night. He had no idea why after everything that had happened last night. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept at all last night and had spent the whole day doing chores. Or maybe because he knew he could look forward to seeing Ron and Hermione one more time. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would have to find a way to defeat Voldemort.
A/N: Hoped you liked it. Please Review I love getting reviews. The next chapter should be out before next week. I just realized I forgot to put a disclaimer in last time. Here it is. Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. Everyone belongs to the great mind of J.K. Rowling. How sad is that? A few of my own characters will show up...... eventually.
Chapter 2
Harry sat, shocked, in silence for a good long time. He sat on the edge of his bed staring wide-eyed off into nothing. He still didn't believe it but it had to be true. Dumbledore wouldn't joke around about this kind of thing. It wasn't fair! Why did he have to leave the one place where he was ever accepted? The one place where he had friends? The one place where he was ever happy? He had no idea what to do next. And Sirius agreed to this too! He didn't want to go to another school so far away from his friends. But he knew there was no use in protesting. Dumbledore had made his decision. Now he certainly wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. His life was about to be turned upside down. He sat there on the edge of his bed glasses falling off his nose, until sunlight began to peek into his room. Finally, he decided he would write Ron and Hermione and tell them about this whole horrible happening. Then he would write Sirius and yell at him for agreeing to this whole mess. Then he would just have to wait until he visited Ron and do what he could to convince Dumbledore he would be safe at Hogwarts. If that didn't work he would turn to his last resort he would go to this school, Knockridde Academy, and form a plan to defeat Voldemort. He knew Ron and Hermione would help him. Then once Voldemort was killed he would be able to return to Hogwarts for next term.
He guessed it was around six but he was too tired to look at the clock. He pushed his black-rimmed glasses up his nose got up and stumbled over to his desk. He was so tired that he could barley walk straight. Once at his desk he collapsed into the flimsy wooden chair and fumbled through a drawer for some parchment, ink, and a quill. He began his letter to Ron. It read.
Ron,
August 15 is fine. I haven't asked the Dursley's yet but their reply doesn't matter because I'm coming anyway. Jamaica sounds great. It's ok that I can't come I understand. Hermione wrote me that she's on vacation in Ireland. Have you heard the terrible news yet? Probably not but here it is anyway. I'm not coming back to Hogwarts this year. It's no joke that's what I thought at first too, but Dumbledore wrote me a letter himself. Voldemort's after me (surprise surprise) so he's sending me to some wizard school in The States. It's called Knockridde Academy. Ever heard of it? I'm meeting Dumbledore at your house next week to work out the details. Anyway, hope you are well. Can't wait to see you.
-Harry
Harry reread the letter. He figured it would do. Next, he began his letter to Hermione. He dipped his quill into the ink bottle and began:
Hermione,
How are you? Ireland sounds really nice. I hope you're having fun. Everything's the same around here. The Dursley's are yelling at me as much as ever. If it's possible, Dudley's gotten fatter. Oh and before you can ask again, yes I am done my homework. It doesn't really matter now though. I have some terrible news. Voldemort's after me again so Dumbledore's sending me to another wizard school in the USA. It's called Knockridde Academy. This isn't a joke and there's nothing I can do to stop it. Dumbledore's made his decision. I think I can meet you at Diagon Alley on August 23 but I have to make sure I can get the Dursley's to give me a ride. Anyway, hope you are well.
-Harry
Harry was becoming more and more depressed at the thought of having to leave his friends. Somehow, writing it down in ink made the whole thing seem more real. Dudley's snores had stopped which meant he was awake now. Harry had better hurry with his letter to Sirius. Aunt Petunia would be banging on his door for him to wake up any minute. He hurriedly dipped his quill in the ink once more and quickly scrawled this note:
Sirius,
I've just gotten a letter from Dumbledore. I can't believe you agreed to this whole thing. Wouldn't I be much safer if I was near Dumbledore? Everyone says he more powerful then Voldemort. I'm very angry with you right now. Hope you're well. Loved the flying penguin.
-Harry
His letters to Sirius were usually much longer but under the circumstances, Harry didn't feel much like talking with Sirius right at the moment. He folded each of the letters and placed them carefully in envelopes. Then he carried the letters over to Hedwig's cage where the three owls and the penguin were sleeping. He tapped on the cage a little bit to wake them up. Once they were awake, he tied Ron's letter to the leg of the black owl, who he concluded was Midnight, and threw the owl out the window into the bright morning sunlight. Then, he tied Hermione's letter to the plain brown owl and sent that one out the window too. He wasn't quite sure who should take his letter to Sirius, Hedwig or the penguin. A flying penguin in England in the middle of the day might attract some attention, he reasoned, so he ended up sending the letter with Hedwig. Just as Hedwig disappeared off into the horizon, Harry's door burst open.
Harry's cousin Dudley burst into Harry's room. Another button popped off Dudley's shirt, hitting Harry's leg.
"Mum sent me to get you for breakfast." Dudley declared. Then, spotting the penguin he added, " What is that?"
"Why, it's a present for you, Dudley. It's a magical flying penguin but it doesn't like you and it's about to blow up!" Harry knew that he would get in trouble for this but he figured it didn't matter. Everything else in his life was falling apart and besides, he was quite irritable from not getting any sleep the entire night.
" Muuuuuum!" Dudley shrieked, bolting from the room, " Harry's got a magical flying penguin in his room and he said it's about to explode!"
Of course Aunt Petunia knew this wasn't true but she marched upstairs into Harry's room and after yelling at him a good deal told him he wasn't allowed food until he had weeded her garden, washed the car, cleaned all the bathrooms in the house, and sewed all the buttons back onto Dudley's shirts.
"It's not my fault Dudley's fat." Harry muttered as his aunt left the room and slammed the door quite rudely in Harry's face, leaving him to get dressed.
~
By six-thirty, Harry was still sewing buttons on Dudley's vests. He had three blisters on his left hand and five on his right hand. The worst part about this was that he knew Dudley would never wear any of these vests again.
Finally, at seven o'clock Aunt Petunia was satisfied that Harry had been punished enough, and although there were still seventeen shirts left, allowed Harry to come down for dinner. Harry was exhausted, due to that fact that he had been up the entire night, and ravenous, due to the fact that he hadn't eaten one thing the entire day.
At dinner, Harry was served a piece of cold bread and a sliver of steak. The rest of the family had baked potatoes, filet mignon, and warm rolls. Harry didn't mind at all, as long as whatever was put on his plate was edible. Finally, midway through dinner, Harry decided to ask about Ron's and Diagon Alley.
" Uncle Vernon," Harry began. His Uncle grunted to acknowledge that he was listening. "My friend Ron, the one who had me over last summer, wants me to visit him next week." "He can pick me up and bring me home." Another grunt, " Is that ok?" Vernon grunted once more, Harry supposed in agreement. " And my other friend Hermione, wants to meet me in London on August 23 to get our school supplies together. Will you drive me there?" Harry knew he had pushed too far. He could see the color rising in his Uncle's face, a sure sign he was about to explode in fury. Here it came...
"WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? YOU'RE PERSONAL CHAUFFER?" Vernon bellowed. Harry could see the glee in Dudley's face. Dudley always loved to watch Harry get yelled at.
"HOW DARE YOU ASK ME TO DRIVE YOU TO LON-"
"Well I suppose," Harry quietly interrupted, "That I'll just have to write my godfather and tell him you won't let me meet my friend in London. He won't be very happy about this I daresay." That had done it. His uncle's face had gone from purple to white quicker that Harry thought possible. His aunt gasped and Dudley jumped into his mother's arms, knocking her down.
"Alright," Vernon replied reluctantly after quite some time had passed " I'll drive you to London on August 23. You'll have to take the train back though. I'm only driving as far as the train station to pick you up."
"Jolly good then." Harry replied happily, clearing his plate and walking it to the sink.
He started to exit the kitchen when his uncle barked at him " Where do you think you're going?"
"To my room." Harry replied. Where else? You won't let me anywhere else in the house. He added silently.
"Oh no you aren't. You're going to have to earn that drive to London. Now get back in here and clear the table and wash the dishes for your aunt, who so graciously cooked you dinner."
Yeah Right Harry though, but he only answered, " Ok."
~
In his bedroom that night Harry pulled a book he had rented from the Hogwarts library out of his trunk. He would have to give it to Hermione or Ron to return for him he thought sadly. He sat on the floor comfortably, paging through the book blankly, not really reading it but thinking. At least I'll get to see my friends once more before I leave England.
Surprisingly, Harry had no trouble falling asleep that night. He had no idea why after everything that had happened last night. Perhaps it was because he hadn't slept at all last night and had spent the whole day doing chores. Or maybe because he knew he could look forward to seeing Ron and Hermione one more time. The only thing he knew for sure was that he would have to find a way to defeat Voldemort.
A/N: Hoped you liked it. Please Review I love getting reviews. The next chapter should be out before next week. I just realized I forgot to put a disclaimer in last time. Here it is. Disclaimer: No one belongs to me. Everyone belongs to the great mind of J.K. Rowling. How sad is that? A few of my own characters will show up...... eventually.
