Chapter 2
The next day Harry woke up and had forgotten all of the fighting that had went on the night before. He climbed out of bed, dropped to his knees and checked on the puppy he had received from Sirius the night before. He went downstairs to find the Dursley's at the table a little bit less friendly with each other than ever before. This was when Harry remembered the argument between Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. Dudley was eating less than usual and Vernon wasn't even reading the paper. Reading the paper had been Uncle Vernon's daily ritual for as long as Harry could remember.
Harry cleared his throat as if he was about to talk. At this all of the Dursley's froze and stared at him. "I got a letter from my friend Ron last night." he said. "And I will be going to his house today at somewhere around noon."
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US AS IF WE DON'T MAKE THE DESICIONS AROUND HERE" exploded Uncle Vernon. He was obviously angry with what had happened the night before.
"Well, Sirius, my godfather said that it would be a good idea to..." Harry was quickly cut off by Uncle Vernon
"Why didn't you say that before. Of course you can go."
With that Harry stood up and was about to walk out of the room. He turned around and picked up Dudley's food. "He's very fat." he said. "He could use not to eat anything for a whole year than maybe he'll be just a tad bit obese.". Harry walked out smiling about the looks of surprise on the faces of the three Dursley's. So what if they wanted to punish him for it. They wouldn't be able to. Next year he would be living with Sirius.
He went upstairs and started packing his things in his trunk he would have put Scabbers on the bottom but he knew he would need to keep him alive to tell his story. He slowly lugged the trunk down the stairs.
"Are they coming to get you?" asked Vernon when Harry came downstairs.
"No" said Harry. "They gave me my own flew powder You Know, magic stuff." With those words Vernon shot up and ran at Harry. Each thundering step shaking the whole house. But Harry was too quick for him he threw his flew pouder into the fire stepped in and shouted "The Burrow!" He tucked his elbows in and braced himself for the familiar sickening ride he was about to endure.
Before he knew it he was on his knees on the floor of the Weasleys kitchen. Mrs. Weasley must have heard Harry hit the floor because she was immediately by Harry offering more than her family could afford. "No thanks." said Harry when she offered him a new broomstick. "I think i'll just head up to Ron's room."
As Harry walked up the stairs he noticed it was a lot cleaner than he had ever even seen their whole house. When he walked into Ron's room he noticed that it was as well clean and he had a new bed. It was a four poster bed. The only thing that hadn't changed about Ron's room was that it was still decorated in the familiar orange of Ron's favorite Quiditch team the Chudley Cannon's. Quidditch was a sport played on broomsticks with 6 players, 4 balls and 3 goal posts.
"What's up with everything being clean?" asked Harry
"Haven't you heard" said Ron. "Since Crouch died they promoted Dad to his position and he gets paid alot more. It's not long before he becomes the minister of magic. Me and Fred have a bet on it."
"Yeah, that's really cool." Harry was completely surprised about that fact.
"You wanna see something really cool" said Ron. "Follow me" He said beforee Harry could answer. Harry would have said yes anyway.
Ron walked all the way down the stairs and was going through the kitchen when his mom stopped him. "Where are you and Harry going dear." she asked
"I'm showing him the you-know-what." said Ron and rushed out the door. He led Harry to the other side of a hill in his backyard when they reached the top Harry saw a full Q uidditch feild
The next day Harry woke up and had forgotten all of the fighting that had went on the night before. He climbed out of bed, dropped to his knees and checked on the puppy he had received from Sirius the night before. He went downstairs to find the Dursley's at the table a little bit less friendly with each other than ever before. This was when Harry remembered the argument between Mr. and Mrs. Dursley. Dudley was eating less than usual and Vernon wasn't even reading the paper. Reading the paper had been Uncle Vernon's daily ritual for as long as Harry could remember.
Harry cleared his throat as if he was about to talk. At this all of the Dursley's froze and stared at him. "I got a letter from my friend Ron last night." he said. "And I will be going to his house today at somewhere around noon."
"HOW DARE YOU TALK TO US AS IF WE DON'T MAKE THE DESICIONS AROUND HERE" exploded Uncle Vernon. He was obviously angry with what had happened the night before.
"Well, Sirius, my godfather said that it would be a good idea to..." Harry was quickly cut off by Uncle Vernon
"Why didn't you say that before. Of course you can go."
With that Harry stood up and was about to walk out of the room. He turned around and picked up Dudley's food. "He's very fat." he said. "He could use not to eat anything for a whole year than maybe he'll be just a tad bit obese.". Harry walked out smiling about the looks of surprise on the faces of the three Dursley's. So what if they wanted to punish him for it. They wouldn't be able to. Next year he would be living with Sirius.
He went upstairs and started packing his things in his trunk he would have put Scabbers on the bottom but he knew he would need to keep him alive to tell his story. He slowly lugged the trunk down the stairs.
"Are they coming to get you?" asked Vernon when Harry came downstairs.
"No" said Harry. "They gave me my own flew powder You Know, magic stuff." With those words Vernon shot up and ran at Harry. Each thundering step shaking the whole house. But Harry was too quick for him he threw his flew pouder into the fire stepped in and shouted "The Burrow!" He tucked his elbows in and braced himself for the familiar sickening ride he was about to endure.
Before he knew it he was on his knees on the floor of the Weasleys kitchen. Mrs. Weasley must have heard Harry hit the floor because she was immediately by Harry offering more than her family could afford. "No thanks." said Harry when she offered him a new broomstick. "I think i'll just head up to Ron's room."
As Harry walked up the stairs he noticed it was a lot cleaner than he had ever even seen their whole house. When he walked into Ron's room he noticed that it was as well clean and he had a new bed. It was a four poster bed. The only thing that hadn't changed about Ron's room was that it was still decorated in the familiar orange of Ron's favorite Quiditch team the Chudley Cannon's. Quidditch was a sport played on broomsticks with 6 players, 4 balls and 3 goal posts.
"What's up with everything being clean?" asked Harry
"Haven't you heard" said Ron. "Since Crouch died they promoted Dad to his position and he gets paid alot more. It's not long before he becomes the minister of magic. Me and Fred have a bet on it."
"Yeah, that's really cool." Harry was completely surprised about that fact.
"You wanna see something really cool" said Ron. "Follow me" He said beforee Harry could answer. Harry would have said yes anyway.
Ron walked all the way down the stairs and was going through the kitchen when his mom stopped him. "Where are you and Harry going dear." she asked
"I'm showing him the you-know-what." said Ron and rushed out the door. He led Harry to the other side of a hill in his backyard when they reached the top Harry saw a full Q uidditch feild
