This is the continuation of my story

This is the continuation of my story.  It is in Harry's point of view now.  It also starts out at Privet Drive and, well, you know the rest.  I don't own anything except Briana Sullivan and Artemis.  They all belong to J.K. Rowling. Have fun reading!

Chapter 2

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Many miles away from Hogwarts, Harry Potter lay awake on his bed in 4 Privet Drive. Ever since he came back from Hogwarts, he had have trouble sleeping. Every time he closed his eyes, he sees that night, that terrible night. He was slowly recovering but it was difficult. Mainly because he kept remembering that specific event when he saw his parents coming out of Voldemort's wand.  He remembered his dad's messy dark hair and glasses, and his mum's long, flowing hair and her eyes. Then he got up and went to his trunk on the foot of his bed.  Careful not to wake up his relatives, he opened it and searched for something in between his spellbooks.  When he found what it was he was looking for, which was his photo album, he went back to his bed and opened the pages. 

He usually just flipped to the page of his parents' wedding, but this time he looked carefully at the album.  He came to a picture of two girls having their arms around each other.  They were at least twelve years old.  He recognized the girl on the right, which had long, red hair and green eyes, but the other girl he did not know.  She had a broomstick on her hand and was wearing what Harry recognized as a Ravenclaw Quidditch robes.  She was also tall, little bit taller than his mum at that time, and had her brown hair in two plaits.  Her eyes were darting here and there, as if she was a little bit afraid of the camera.  He was sure that this picture was taken after a quidditch game, because the girl with brown hair was a bit muddy and dirty.  He flipped the pages again and came across a picture of four teenage boys and four girls outside at Hogsmeade.  The girls were sitting down and the boys were standing right behind them making faces and goofing off.  The girls, however, were just sitting and waving.  Harry recognized the boys.  They were his father and his father's friends-Sirius Black, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew.  Harry glanced at the girls.  He saw his mum sitting next to the exact same girl he saw on the other picture.  The others- a girl with black hair and dark brown eyes, and a girl with dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes- he did not know.

He became distracted when he saw about six owls coming in his window.  The small one was Pigwidgeon who was obviously carrying Ron's letter and a package.  There was a big barn owl that carried, from the writing on the parchment, Sirius's letter and package.  There was another one, strange eagle owl that carried a package. There was two Hogwarts tawny owls that carried letters.  The last one was a screech owl that carried Hermione's letter and package.  He hurried over to the window and began to unload his packages.  He untied Ron's letter first which read:

Harry,

Happy Birthday! I know mum promised you that you were coming here later this holiday.  I can't wait till you're here.  Everyone's just been nervous lately, most especially mum, she reckons that I should have told her about the whole Sirius thing.  Well, we argued and argued, and, well, argued some more, but you get the idea. Anyway, I hope you like my gift.

Ron

P.s.

Do you know where Hermione is? She hasn't given me an owl in awhile.     

He opened Ron's package. It was a poster of the Chudley Cannons. Harry smiled and put it aside.  He took Hermione's letter and read:

Harry,

Happy Birthday! I'm at Durmstrang right now.  I didn't want to tell Ron because I know he'll make fun of me.  Anyway, Viktor helped me pick this one out.  Don't worry, I'll be at the Burrow this holiday too, I have only got a few more days left here.  Well, till next time.  Bye!

Hermione

Harry unwrapped Hermione's package.  It was a silver necklace with a green dragon.  He gasped and held it out at the moonlight.  It glowed and shined.  He put it carefully at his bedside table.  He picked up Sirius's letter and read:

Harry,

Happy Birthday! As you know I'm staying with Remus this summer.  He also has something to say to you.

Harry,

It's me Remus Lupin, not Professor Lupin anymore.  Anyway, I just wanted to say happy birthday.  I don't really have a lot of money but I reckon I should give you something.  Well, I hope you like it.  And oh yes, I wish I hadn't told you but I couldn't help myself.  I haven't told Sirius yet so here it goes.  This year in Hogwarts, you are in for a real treat.  Well, that's all I can tell you.  Bye!

It's me again, Sirius.  Remus won't tell me what he wrote, but that's okay I'll try to get it out of him.  Happy Birthday! I hope you like your gift.   I'll see you again as soon as we are done here.  Dumbledore reckons I shouldn't tell you anything about our job but I'm sure you can put it all together.  I know you are pretty clever.  Say hello to Ron and Hermione for me, and, er, say sorry for Ron's mum for me. 

Sirius aka Padfoot

Remus aka Moony

He opened Sirius's and Remus's gifts.  Sirius has given him what looked like a Swiss army knife, but Harry knew it was magical.  Remus has given him a beautiful eagle feather quill.  He now came upon the strange eagle owl, which was now sitting on his desk chair.  It looked like the owl that Draco Malfoy had.  For a second, Harry thought that Malfoy was playing a trick on him, but there was a huge curiosity he had that made him approach the owl.   The owl, as if knowing what he was about to do, stuck out her leg and let him untie the letter.  He opened it, and a strange unfamiliar handwriting was scrolled on it:

Harry,

Happy Birthday!  I have heard that you like quidditch.  So I hope you like it.  May my gift to you be quite enjoyable!

It didn't have a name or a postscript.  He looked for a name on the letter but found none.  He then just opened the package and gasp at the content.  It was a big snow globe, and inside was two, tiny quidditch teams were playing in a miniature field.  It glowed every time a chaser made a point.  It was like a captured quidditch game in a small, round glass.  He watched at it for a long time.  Who could have sent me this? Harry thought. Maybe it's Voldemort. Out to jinxed me!  Listen to yourself, said a voice inside him, you sound like Mad-Eye Moody, well, the real one at least.

After awhile, he decided it wasn't Voldemort's plan to kill him.  Because he remembered the last time he had gotten an unexpected gift.  It turned out to be Sirius. But who could have sent him this? The light beginning to show at his window distracted him.  He stuffed all of his present, including Hagrid's gift to him and the Hogwart's letter, inside his lose floorboard under his bed. 

He got dressed and waited till he heard noises downstairs.  When he came downstairs, he saw his Aunt Petunia making breakfast, uncle Vernon reading the newspaper, and his cousin Dudley sulking at his chair, his diet was still in effect. 

   "Grapefruit again?!" exclaimed Uncle Vernon. 

Petunia shot him a you-are-not-being-very-supportive look. "Well, at least my little Dudders is eating his all up."

Harry nearly choked at the words "little Dudders." His cousin's not what you can call little.  Though, his diet seems to be taking a rather good turn. He looks less and less like an oversized killer whale, and more and more like a pig that had taken a rather nasty Engorgement Charm.  The doorbell rang, and Vernon went to go see who it was.  Petunia, nosy as she was, was craning her neck at the kitchen door to see who it could possibly be.  After a few minutes, Vernon came back with a letter on his hand.  He was looking at Harry with a suspicion on his face.

   "This just came for you," he said. "What exactly is Ministry of Magic?"

Harry gulped. The Ministry of Magic? What could it be now? He didn't do anything wrong. 

   "It says here that an Albus Dumbledore wants you to stay at the Burrow?" continued Vernon. "What in the devil's name is the Burrow?"

   "It's Weasley's house.  You know, my friend who asked to me to stay with them last summer.  Albus Dumbledore is my headmaster at Hog- my school," explained Harry.  He wanted to see his letter but was impossible because of his uncle's state of mind.   

   "Why would he want you there? It says here it's his special request. What's that's suppose to mean?" asked Vernon, though to himself mostly.

   "Well, can I stay with them or not?" asked Harry.  Although, he'd already know what he was going to say. As if a light bulb lit in his head, he added, "My god father wants me to be there.  That's why it's on special request."

He knew he had said the right words. Vernon's face contorted.  God father, eh? He thought.  Hmm… I don't like the sound of that. 

   "Your god father? Err… Sure, you can," he chuckled in a nervous short of way.  "Why wouldn't I let you?"

   "Great.  Can I reply to them our way?"

   "Your way?! Err… It says here that a Ministry car will stop here on Saturday at 5:00 p.m.," said Vernon.  "Good, they're arriving here by a car."

Harry figured that his uncle still hadn't forgotten that time last year when Mr. Weasley arrived here by Floo Powder. 

  "Okay, thanks.  I'll send them a reply right now.  I'll tell my god father that I will be staying there," added Harry, as raced upstairs three at the time.

 Wow! Going to the Burrow! Yes!

He arrived to his room noticing that Pigwidgeon was still there hooting excitedly.  He grabbed him and said,  "I need you to deliver to Ron my reply."

He wrote to Ron saying that his relatives said yes and that he can be picked up at that time.  He tied his reply at Pig and threw him out the window.  He saw that Hedwig came back from her nightly flights.  He approached her and said, "I need you to deliver something too.  I need you to give my letter to Sirius."

He pulled out a piece of parchment and started to write:

Dear Sirius,

I will be at Ron's if you need me.  I like your gift and Remus's too.  Wow! That was weird. Anyway, that's all for now.  Say hi to Buckbeak for me and Remus too. Bye!

Harry

He tied it to Hedwig's leg and brought her to the window.  He stroked her and she flew off.  He watched after her.  It's another summer at the Burrow he was looking forward to. 

That was sort of long I think.  Till next time.  Leave a review. Thanks! I know that the one with uncle Vernon was a little bit stupid.  I didn't know how to put that one together.