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Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
By: VirgoANDVenus


Chapter 2: Sirius's Mysterious Gift and an Insane Uncle

Harry opened his eyes slowly. His room slowly came into focus. He sat up, yawned, and stretched sleepily. He looked over at Hedwig, and yelped when he saw four owls in her cage. "Augh!" He cried.

Hedwig stared at him scornfully. She clucked her beak.

Harry ransacked his brain, trying to figure out what all those owls were doing in Hedwig's cage. Hedwig seemed a bit annoyed that her cage was being treated as an owlery.

Harry's eyes strayed to the floor, where he saw that someone had messily left wrapping paper, cakes, and presents lying around. Harry scowled, suddenly realizing that it was HE who had left everything on the floor. And they say, the memory goes first, he thought sheepishly.

He glanced at his watch. It read: 9:05 AM. He was surprised that Aunt Petunia hadn't rapped on his door and hollered at him to get up and cook breakfast. He sighed, and looked down at the delicious cakes (not counting Hagrid's). He decided he'd have most of his breakfast here, since the Dursleys never gave him much.

Harry's cousin, Dudley, had been put on a diet last year. He had gone from very big, last year, to huge. Aunt Petunia had just taken him off his diet saying mournfully to his doctor, "I don't want my poor Duddeykins to suffer any longer!"

Harry had to stifle his snorts and laughter when he had heard her. Harry settled himself on the floor and made a grab for the cake that Mrs. Weasley and Ginny had made for him. He blushed as he remembered what Ron had said in his letter. "Ginny demanded she help." Harry knew Ginny had had a crush on him since his second year when he first stayed at the Weasley's house, but he would always remind himself that she was just Ron's little sister. She was his little sister. But now that he thought about it, she was only a year younger than him. And he and Ginny were the only people who had faced Lord Voldemort face-to-face and come out alive. He thought about when he saved her from the Chamber of Secrets in second year. She was very brave, Harry thought to himself wistfully. Wait! What am I saying? This is Ginny..." He took the cake in his hands and forgot about Ginny for a moment.

The cake was chocolate with vanilla icing. He took a slice of it. It tasted as good as it looked. After finishing the last slice, Harry gathered all of the presents and cakes and put them under the loose floorboard in the floor where he hid all of school supplies and private possessions. He was just in time, too.

Not even two seconds later, Aunt Petunia opened his door. She looked in, "What are you doing on the floor and awake!" She shrieked. "You should have some sense to start breakfast!" She walked in and glared down at him.

"Sorry, Aunt Petunia," Harry muttered.

"Get up, boy! Don't try to get any filthier than you already are!" She barked. She looked up as the owls in Hedwig's cage hooted. She squealed. "Y-You- e-evil little creature!" She ran towards the door and grasped the doorknob. She had her other hand to her heart and was staring at Hedwig's cage in horror. "What are so MANY of them doing in there-In this HOUSE?!" She exclaimed. "Vernon! Come in here this instant!" She yelled.

"No, Aunt Petunia-It- er, wasn't my fault..." Harry trailed off at a loss for words. He forgot all about the owls. How stupid he had been to keep them there all night.

"You keep your mouth closed until your Uncle Vernon comes in here," Aunt Petunia snarled.

Harry sighed as he heard the thundering of the stairs as his large Uncle Vernon clamored up. "What is it Petunia? Where's my breakfast?"

"Look! The boy-Look what he's done!" Aunt Petunia said, gesturing to the cage. With one last look at the owls and a small gasp, she fainted on Harry's bed.

Uncle Vernon turned a nasty shade of purple as he looked at the cage of birds, "You IDIOT!" He exclaimed. "Where did you get so many of them?! Who gave you permission-Oh, YOU! This is the last straw! How dare you-Look what you've done to your Aunt. The least you could do is be grateful that you're still in this house after all these HAPPENINGS have been happening-!" Uncle Vernon yelled.

"But, Uncle Vernon, you see, it wasn't my FAULT. I just-" Harry started.

"Not another word out of you, boy! Keep your mouth shut!" Uncle Vernon snarled. He then bustled over to Aunt Petunia.

Big thumps on the stairs told Harry that Dudley was running up towards his room; no doubt going to complain about his breakfast. "Mum?" He called from the top step. "Just take your time. I can wait all day for my breakfast if you like." He muttered sarcastically. "MUM!" He called out getting annoyed that his mother wasn't answering him. He moaned as he walked closer to Harry's door. He looked into the room. "Mum-MUMMY!" He cried when he saw her lying on the bed unconscious.

Aunt Petunia slowly opened one eye, "Where. Am. I. Vernon?!" She said dramatically, grabbing Uncle Vernon's shirt collar desperately. Harry pretended to hurl and rolled his eyes.

"It's alright, Petunia. It's just the boy's room-Let's get you out of here," Uncle Vernon said, glaring at Harry nastily.

Dudley looked after his mum, then turned back to Harry with an evil grin, "You'll surely get it now," he said nastily.

"Get out before I turn you into a whale. Oh, I forgot, you already are one!" Harry said absentmindedly. He grinned.

Dudley gasped.

"Damn," Harry muttered as Dudley bustled out of the room to his father who was sure to pop Harry's arm out of its socket for threatening Dudley.

He sent all the owls out after giving them each a light snack. But no sooner had they gone, when another one came swooping in with a package and a letter.

Harry untied the parchment and gave the owl a snack, already sending it on its way. "Sorry for being rude," he told the owl. "But I'm already in enough trouble as it is."

The owl gave a curt nod and flew off.

Harry unrolled the parchment and saw that it was from his Godfather, Sirius Black. Harry eagerly read the letter:

Dear Harry,

How has your summer been? Dumbledore informs me that you might be staying with the Weasleys for the rest of the summer. If those Muggles of yours don't let you, just use the old trick okay? I feel that you are much safer with people who care about you.

So, I'm fine at the moment. No need to worry. There have been times where I was in danger, but nothing too bad. Seriously. Hey, my name isn't Sirius for nothing. Ha, get it? Serious, Sirius. Right. I remember that being an old joke between your Dad and I... Oh, well I seem to be digressing off the subject... What was I writing to you for in the first place?

Oh yes! Your birthday. How old are you now? 15? My, time does fly by
fast. I remember myself at 15... young, carefree, innocent... (Harry snorted. From what he had heard, Sirius along with his father, Remus Lupin, and that traitor Peter Pettigrew had been anything but innocent.) ...exceptionally handsome. (Harry laughed out loud that time. Sirius had been very handsome when he was young and he still was, but he definitely wasn't modest about it). Er, where is my mind today? I seem to be going down memory lane... My, is this the longest letter you've read, talking about nothing? Terribly sorry, Harry.

Now then, your birthday. I had no idea what to give you. If you have noticed, I forgot last year's... So I thought that I would make it up to you. So go ahead. Open it.


Harry turned to look at the package. He unwrapped the wrapping paper and opened the box. Out fell a- a... something. Harry frowned at the object. It seemed to be a mirror... sort of. It was a piece of a mirror, at least, in the shape of a woman's profile. Harry studied his reflection in it. A skinny, average sized boy stared back at him with stunning emerald eyes. His jet black hair was sticking up at all different angles. There was a pair of glasses sitting on the bridge of the boy's nose, and they seemed ready to fall. Harry pushed his glasses up. Then turned back to Sirius's letter.

But there was a thumping of footsteps coming closer to his door. With a blink of an eye, Harry stuffed the letter and package under his bed.

Uncle Vernon poked an eyeball through the crack in his door. A long iron rod pushed the door aside, and Uncle Vernon leaped into the room. His hands had such a tight grasp on the rod, that his knuckles were dead white. Harry leaped up and frowned at his Uncle Vernon.

"What do you think you're going to do with that thing?!" Harry asked looking surprisingly at his Uncle. That's it, he's officially gone starkers. Harry thought to himself.

"What do I think I'm going to do with this thing?" Uncle Vernon said mocking Harry in a small voice. He gestured towards the rod. "What do I think I'm going to do with this thing?!" He shouted as if it were obvious.

"Yes, that's what I just asked you," Harry replied calmly. "But you still haven't answered."

"What do YOU think I'm going to do with this thing, you stupid BOY?!" Uncle Vernon shouted. "I plan on popping all of those damned birds OUT OF MY HOUSE.
That's what I'm going to do with this THING!" Uncle Vernon madly raised the rod and swung it at the air dangerously.

"Where are they, boy?" He shouted. "Where are you hiding the lot of those ruddy birds?"

"Errr... they're gone," Harry said. He racked his brain, wondering how he could save poor Hedwig. She was shrieking in her cage as Uncle Vernon madly swung the rod at the air.

"Stop that RACKET!" Uncle Vernon shouted, swinging the rod down onto Dudley's broken television set that he had gotten when he was 5. The rod shattered the glass screen, splattering the glass everywhere. The television let out white and blue sparks, then died down.

Hedwig ruffled her feathers, and pursed her beak. She grew quiet, too frightened to make a sound.

"I'll finish off that bird. Once and for all," Uncle Vernon declared in a small and maddening voice. He made his way to the cage.

Harry stepped in front of Hedwig's cage, alarmed. "Get away from her... or I'll... I'll..." Harry thought hard.

"You'll WHAT boy? Use your silly magic, eh? Well, if I remember correctly, you aren't ALLOWED to use your magic outside of school. So HA!" Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry's shoulder, and roughly pushed him out of the way.

Harry stumbled and fell on the floor. His head banged hard, and he grabbed his temple.

...If those Muggles of yours don't let you, just use the old trick okay?...

Harry struggled to remember the old trick that Sirius had mentioned. He sat up. Uncle Vernon was struggling to open the cage. Hedwig, Harry's brain screamed. OLD
trick... old trick... Augh! What was the OLD TRICK!


Harry couldn't think. What was the old trick?

"Sirius!" Harry exclaimed in frustration.

Uncle Vernon paused and turned to Harry. "What's that, you say?" He asked Harry, scrunching up his face to glare at the boy.

"Sirius," Harry repeated. "Sirius!" He exclaimed, his memory coming back to him. "I completely forgot..." Harry trailed off as his clever plan formed.

"You forgot what?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"I forgot to... write my Godfather, Sirius. Yes, that's right. My godfather, you know the one?"

"The murderer?" Uncle Vernon whispered.

"Er, yeah that's the one. The mad murderer." Harry said nodding.

"What are-What are you planning on writing to him about?" Uncle Vernon asked, swallowing nervously.

"Well, I suppose I'd tell him that I can't stay with the Weasleys like he had wanted since I'm in big trouble with you and Aunt Petunia..." Harry trailed off.

"Weasley?" Uncle Vernon's nose wrinkled in disgust. "That redheaded fellow? Well, you're damn right you're not going. I'm not about to let that nutter into my house again."

"This time they'll come by car," Harry persisted. "And I won't be in your hair until next summer-Think about it," Harry reasoned.

Uncle Vernon's eyes showed a definite possibility. "Fine," he spat as if he was unhappy about it. He strode to Harry's door. "But until then-You're grounded!" And with that, Uncle Vernon slammed Harry's door shut. The walls shook.

Harry shuddered, but his face broke into a smile. No more Dursleys until next year, he thought happily.

He unrolled a new piece of parchment. He had to write to Ron, and tell him to come fetch him as soon as possible. The Burrow, he thought dreamily. Ron's so lucky...

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