Chapter 2: The Weasleys Invitation
All of a sudden, there was a light tapping on the window. Harry jumped, and turned, only to see it was Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl. He opened the window and let the little owl in. He gave Pigwidgeon some food and water, then opened the letter.
Harry,
Hi, how it's going? I hope the muggles aren't treating you too badly. We heard about this show called The Wizarding Animal Show, it's going to be at Hogsmeade this Wedensday. It's supposed to have all of these exotic animals that are very rare. I heard it's really great. If you want to go, send Pig back with your decision, and we'll pick you Tuesday at noon. If not, we'll pick you up Thursday at noon after the show. Hope all is well.
Ron
Harry quickly pulled out his quill, and wrote a quick response. He was so excited, he could write.
Ron,
I would love to go. I'll be waiting for you Tuesday at noon.
Harry
Tuesday was only a day away, but he knew Pigwidgeon would make it in time. But he was bothered by something else. Hedwig. Harry had sent Hedwig to deliver a letter to Sirius, which was over a week ago. Harry didn't want to leave without Hedwig. He would have to hope that Hedwig arrived in time. Harry had written Sirius about his dreams about Voldemort. He didn't want to tell Ron or Hermione, they would probably go crazy, or tell him to read a book. Harry always knew to write Sirius about things like this. Sirius had helped him in the past with issues, most of which dealt with Voldemort.
He was about to send off Pigwidgeon when he remembered one more thing.
P.S- Don't floo in this time, the muggles got really mad about it last time.
Tuesday morning came, Harry came out of his room for some breakfast. He hadn't slept well the last night, and was continually disturbed by his dreams. He wondered where Hedwig was. In a few hours, he would be gone. Hedwig would probably know where to go, but he would feel better if he was back.
"Bring me some coffee." Uncle Vernon spat out as Harry walked into the room.
"Excuse me?" Harry said taken aback.
"Excuse you what?" Uncle Vernon said in a punkish way.
"I would like a please, Harry?" Harry said approaching Uncle Vernon.
"No, this is my house, if I tell you tell get me some coffee, you will get it. Is that understood?" Uncle Vernon jumped out of his chair, he was furious. Aunt Petunia had entered the room. Harry didn't want to start a scene, especially right before the Weasleys came.
"Fine, take your damn coffee." He sloppily poured a cup and somewhat tossed it to Uncle Vernon. He caught it, but it splashed all over his suit. At that moment, his face turned redder than Ron's hair. He jumped up, and threw the coffee mug on the floor, breaking it.
"BOY! MARCH BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Harry stopped, and knew he had gone too far. Harry turned back around, and was half-afraid of what he might do, but he didn't show it. Harry stared him straight in the eye. Neither of them said a word.
"You and your teenage defiance. All of you... we'd be much better without you. Every year, you and those redheads come and screw somethi-" but he never finished the sentence. Harry had blown his top. He boiled with rage every time the Dursleys or anybody insulted his friends or his family. He didn't have his wand, but he could still do something. All of a sudden, two coffee mugs flew by Harry and slammed into Uncle Vernon. He fell over into his chair breaking his fall, but he was cut all over his pudgy fat face.
"The Weasleys, I think you meant to say. By the way, they are coming to pick me up today. I'm sure you won't have a problem." Harry half-smiled, and then turned to walk upstairs. For the rest of the morning, he thought about his fight with Uncle Vernon. He become more angry every time what he said ran through his head. However, Harry seemed to agree about one thing he said. 'You and your teenage defiance.' He was right, Harry had become slightly more aggressive and defiant towards the Dursleys. Before he would go along with them, and usually kept out of trouble. Now, he had grown up, and didn't always do their bidding. However, soon only one more summer would he ever have to spend with the Dursleys. He checked his watch, 11:38. Almost time. Harry made sure that all of his stuff was packed. He suddenly noticed the owl cage, empty. Then he remembered, Hedwig was off delivering a letter to Sirius. He decided to scribble a note to Hedwig. After all his years with Hedwig, he didn't know if Hedwig could read or not. It was worth a try.
Hedwig,
I'm at Ron's house.
Harry
That's basic enough, he thought. A quick tap on the window made him look up, but there's was nobody there. He ran over to the window and opened it. He looked down and saw Ron.
"Hey Ron!" Harry said, locking the window into position. "Hey Harry. Come on down." Ron somewhat shouted up to the second floor. "Just a sec, I gotta get my stuff." Harry rushed over and tried to lift his trunk. It was really heavy. "Hey Ron, can you come up and help me with this." "Sure thing, Harry."
Ron knocked on the door, and Harry opened it.
"Hey, come on up." They both ran upstairs. They both heaved his trunk down the stairs. Uncle Vernon came into the hall, wandering what all the noise was about.
"What in the name... oh no...PETUNIA!" Vernon ran after them, pushing Ron out the door, while pulling Harry and the trunk back inside. Fred and George ran up just in time, and yanked Harry away. Uncle Vernon fell to the floor, but pushed himself up slowly, and ran after them. They heaved Harry's trunk in the car, and crammed themselves inside. Mrs. Weasley rolled down her window, and Mr. Weasley spoke to Uncle Vernon, who was still pounding toward them, as fast as he could run, which wasn't very fast.
"I'm sorry if you didn't know. We decided we'd take Harry with us, I'm sure you won't mind. Don't worry, we'll take Harry to Kings Cross." Mr. Weasley was trying to sound as nice and forthcoming as he could, and trying not to make him even more mad. When he realized it wasn't working, he sped off down Privet Drive. All of a sudden, the car lifted into the air.
"I thought your flying car was still in the Forbidden Forest." Harry asked, surprised. "It is. This is a car the Ministry let me borrow, we're joining with some other people in our area to fly over to Hogsmeade for the show tomorrow."
For the rest of the trip, he and Ron talked about what they might see at the show, however, Harry's mind was still on Hedwig. Where was she? Would she get Harry's note? He didn't want to worry Ron or anyone else about it, so he kept it to himself.
Well, another chapter in the books. Many more are to come. I thought about that clue I gave you of Artoure. It was kinda bad, and probably gonna be very hard to figure out. Anyway, the next chapter should be up on Wednesday or so.
All of a sudden, there was a light tapping on the window. Harry jumped, and turned, only to see it was Pigwidgeon, Ron's owl. He opened the window and let the little owl in. He gave Pigwidgeon some food and water, then opened the letter.
Harry,
Hi, how it's going? I hope the muggles aren't treating you too badly. We heard about this show called The Wizarding Animal Show, it's going to be at Hogsmeade this Wedensday. It's supposed to have all of these exotic animals that are very rare. I heard it's really great. If you want to go, send Pig back with your decision, and we'll pick you Tuesday at noon. If not, we'll pick you up Thursday at noon after the show. Hope all is well.
Ron
Harry quickly pulled out his quill, and wrote a quick response. He was so excited, he could write.
Ron,
I would love to go. I'll be waiting for you Tuesday at noon.
Harry
Tuesday was only a day away, but he knew Pigwidgeon would make it in time. But he was bothered by something else. Hedwig. Harry had sent Hedwig to deliver a letter to Sirius, which was over a week ago. Harry didn't want to leave without Hedwig. He would have to hope that Hedwig arrived in time. Harry had written Sirius about his dreams about Voldemort. He didn't want to tell Ron or Hermione, they would probably go crazy, or tell him to read a book. Harry always knew to write Sirius about things like this. Sirius had helped him in the past with issues, most of which dealt with Voldemort.
He was about to send off Pigwidgeon when he remembered one more thing.
P.S- Don't floo in this time, the muggles got really mad about it last time.
Tuesday morning came, Harry came out of his room for some breakfast. He hadn't slept well the last night, and was continually disturbed by his dreams. He wondered where Hedwig was. In a few hours, he would be gone. Hedwig would probably know where to go, but he would feel better if he was back.
"Bring me some coffee." Uncle Vernon spat out as Harry walked into the room.
"Excuse me?" Harry said taken aback.
"Excuse you what?" Uncle Vernon said in a punkish way.
"I would like a please, Harry?" Harry said approaching Uncle Vernon.
"No, this is my house, if I tell you tell get me some coffee, you will get it. Is that understood?" Uncle Vernon jumped out of his chair, he was furious. Aunt Petunia had entered the room. Harry didn't want to start a scene, especially right before the Weasleys came.
"Fine, take your damn coffee." He sloppily poured a cup and somewhat tossed it to Uncle Vernon. He caught it, but it splashed all over his suit. At that moment, his face turned redder than Ron's hair. He jumped up, and threw the coffee mug on the floor, breaking it.
"BOY! MARCH BACK HERE RIGHT NOW!" Harry stopped, and knew he had gone too far. Harry turned back around, and was half-afraid of what he might do, but he didn't show it. Harry stared him straight in the eye. Neither of them said a word.
"You and your teenage defiance. All of you... we'd be much better without you. Every year, you and those redheads come and screw somethi-" but he never finished the sentence. Harry had blown his top. He boiled with rage every time the Dursleys or anybody insulted his friends or his family. He didn't have his wand, but he could still do something. All of a sudden, two coffee mugs flew by Harry and slammed into Uncle Vernon. He fell over into his chair breaking his fall, but he was cut all over his pudgy fat face.
"The Weasleys, I think you meant to say. By the way, they are coming to pick me up today. I'm sure you won't have a problem." Harry half-smiled, and then turned to walk upstairs. For the rest of the morning, he thought about his fight with Uncle Vernon. He become more angry every time what he said ran through his head. However, Harry seemed to agree about one thing he said. 'You and your teenage defiance.' He was right, Harry had become slightly more aggressive and defiant towards the Dursleys. Before he would go along with them, and usually kept out of trouble. Now, he had grown up, and didn't always do their bidding. However, soon only one more summer would he ever have to spend with the Dursleys. He checked his watch, 11:38. Almost time. Harry made sure that all of his stuff was packed. He suddenly noticed the owl cage, empty. Then he remembered, Hedwig was off delivering a letter to Sirius. He decided to scribble a note to Hedwig. After all his years with Hedwig, he didn't know if Hedwig could read or not. It was worth a try.
Hedwig,
I'm at Ron's house.
Harry
That's basic enough, he thought. A quick tap on the window made him look up, but there's was nobody there. He ran over to the window and opened it. He looked down and saw Ron.
"Hey Ron!" Harry said, locking the window into position. "Hey Harry. Come on down." Ron somewhat shouted up to the second floor. "Just a sec, I gotta get my stuff." Harry rushed over and tried to lift his trunk. It was really heavy. "Hey Ron, can you come up and help me with this." "Sure thing, Harry."
Ron knocked on the door, and Harry opened it.
"Hey, come on up." They both ran upstairs. They both heaved his trunk down the stairs. Uncle Vernon came into the hall, wandering what all the noise was about.
"What in the name... oh no...PETUNIA!" Vernon ran after them, pushing Ron out the door, while pulling Harry and the trunk back inside. Fred and George ran up just in time, and yanked Harry away. Uncle Vernon fell to the floor, but pushed himself up slowly, and ran after them. They heaved Harry's trunk in the car, and crammed themselves inside. Mrs. Weasley rolled down her window, and Mr. Weasley spoke to Uncle Vernon, who was still pounding toward them, as fast as he could run, which wasn't very fast.
"I'm sorry if you didn't know. We decided we'd take Harry with us, I'm sure you won't mind. Don't worry, we'll take Harry to Kings Cross." Mr. Weasley was trying to sound as nice and forthcoming as he could, and trying not to make him even more mad. When he realized it wasn't working, he sped off down Privet Drive. All of a sudden, the car lifted into the air.
"I thought your flying car was still in the Forbidden Forest." Harry asked, surprised. "It is. This is a car the Ministry let me borrow, we're joining with some other people in our area to fly over to Hogsmeade for the show tomorrow."
For the rest of the trip, he and Ron talked about what they might see at the show, however, Harry's mind was still on Hedwig. Where was she? Would she get Harry's note? He didn't want to worry Ron or anyone else about it, so he kept it to himself.
Well, another chapter in the books. Many more are to come. I thought about that clue I gave you of Artoure. It was kinda bad, and probably gonna be very hard to figure out. Anyway, the next chapter should be up on Wednesday or so.
