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CHAPTER 2
Mrs. FIGG
Harry awoke with a start to hear frantic whispering below. No doubt, Uncle Vernon had been told all about Harry's dangerous plans to harm Dudley. Harry looked at the clock (a rusty broken one); it was late in the afternoon. He wondered how long he had slept, the clock could not be relied upon given its tendency to break down or stop completely every few hours. Harry wished he could have disappeared on the spot; he wasn't in a mood to hear Uncle Vernon yell at him about dangerous owls and mad lunatic wizards.
Suddenly, thundering footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The door of Harry's room flew open with a bang similar to the BIG BANG at the start of the universe. Vernon Dursley stood there, his face red, eyes bulging, moustache quivering and hands balled into fists. He looked so angry Harry was afraid he would kill him.
"It might be better than at the hands of Voldemort" Harry thought nervously. He waited for the blow to fall.
"You ungrateful little PUP, you dared to try and kill Dudley!" he choked, trying to shout so loudly that he had difficulty trying to say anything properly.
Harry did not say anything; it would just infuriate Uncle Vernon even more, if that were possible. The idea of tackling a hundred fully-grown Blast-ended Skrewts alone looked enormously appealing in front of this.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW" roared Uncle Vernon, now gasping for breath.
Within five minutes, Harry was on the street with a heavy trunk in one hand and Hedwig in another. He had just decided to find a deserted street, signal the Knight bus and head off to the Leaky Cauldron. This had been his worst summer ever. Even the summer before he had first attended Hogwarts hadn't been this bad despite the fact that he had then actually set a snake after Dudley. This summer, it seemed that Ron, Hermione and Sirius had forgotten all about him. With the exception of the letter that had been his doom, no one had written to him. He heard a slight noise and turned around, ready to defend himself in case it was a Death Eater. It was Mrs. Figg, the mad lady down the street with tons of cats and Harry's babysitter during Dudley's birthday.
"Hello, Mrs. Figg" said Harry, surprise evident in his voice.
"Hello, dear. What are you doing out here?" her voice tingling with amusement for some reason.
"It's a long story, but I did not see you on my way out!" exclaimed Harry, suddenly realizing that she had been nowhere on the street.
"Of course you could not" she said, leaving a puzzled Harry.
"Would you like to have a cup of tea and some snacks?" she asked.
"I-I have to go to the Leak-I mean, to…somewhere" he finished lamely, not wanting to spend his time in Mrs. Figg's cabbage smelling house.
"Come on, just a cup of tea" wheedled Mrs. Figg as she led him to her house.
"Something strange is going on," thought Harry, "She did not even start when she saw Hedwig". Indeed, she was looking quiet amused when Harry had seen her.
He stepped into the house after Mrs. Figg and gave an audible gasp. Gone were the mismatched chairs, cats and smell of cabbage, instead on the shelf lay a SNEAKOSCOPE, FOE-GLASS and a WAND.
"Mrs. Figg, are you a…?" he whispered, shocked.
"Yes, Harry, I am a witch" she replied calmly.
"But-why didn't you tell me?" he asked, throat rather dry.
"I'm sorry, dear, Dumbledore asked me not to. Why don't you sit, now?"
"Why?" he asked, seating himself on the sofa.
"I'm sure Albus will explain that himself" she replied.
She left him and went to the kitchen. Harry tried to adjust himself to this new revelation.
She was back within five minutes, carrying biscuits and tea. As Harry sipped through his tea Mrs. Figg remained quiet.
"So, Harry, I'm sure you would like to know the answers to a few odd things that have happened to you already this summer," She said playfully.
"Like what" he asked puzzled. Surely nothing could be more odd than being thrown out of a house by an extremely enraged Uncle who seemed to think that an owl could murder his overly overlarge son.
"Like, hmm… not receiving any letters from your friends despite the fact that you left them a week ago at platform 9 ¾?"
"How did you know?" he asked, worried that something might have happened to them. He was beginning to regret being left out of the wizarding world at such a crisis, the return of Lord Voldemort.
"Oh, no need to worry, Voldemort has done nothing to them," she said, then noticing that Harry had not flinched at the sound of Voldemort's, continued "nice to see that a few youngsters are not afraid of his name. As I was saying, here are their letters". She handed out a huge bag filled with nothing but letters. "Some friends you've got there, I spent the whole week scanning them for curses.
"What about the owl with my prefect letter, then?" asked Harry.
"You see, Harry, that was Dumbledore's idea. It was time to get you away from the Dursleys to a safer place. I'll explain the 'Why' later. Didn't you wonder why the owl did not come to you straightaway? That's because Dumbledore sent it to them, not to you.
After it had annoyed them enough, I increased Mr. Dursley's anger to abnormal levels with a spell. It worked fine, I must say, you got thrown out of the house where I was waiting, invisible."
"Another reason I had for taking you was that Dumbledore said that a person I would not trust would be coming to see me and that I would have to listen to your story first.
So, who is this person?"
Harry sank deeper into the sofa and sighed loudly, "My Godfather, Sirius Black." he finished.
Mrs. Figg sat in her chair, shocked.
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The story is gonna get more exciting as dark secrets are revealed and plots are hatched.
CHAPTER 2
Mrs. FIGG
Harry awoke with a start to hear frantic whispering below. No doubt, Uncle Vernon had been told all about Harry's dangerous plans to harm Dudley. Harry looked at the clock (a rusty broken one); it was late in the afternoon. He wondered how long he had slept, the clock could not be relied upon given its tendency to break down or stop completely every few hours. Harry wished he could have disappeared on the spot; he wasn't in a mood to hear Uncle Vernon yell at him about dangerous owls and mad lunatic wizards.
Suddenly, thundering footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The door of Harry's room flew open with a bang similar to the BIG BANG at the start of the universe. Vernon Dursley stood there, his face red, eyes bulging, moustache quivering and hands balled into fists. He looked so angry Harry was afraid he would kill him.
"It might be better than at the hands of Voldemort" Harry thought nervously. He waited for the blow to fall.
"You ungrateful little PUP, you dared to try and kill Dudley!" he choked, trying to shout so loudly that he had difficulty trying to say anything properly.
Harry did not say anything; it would just infuriate Uncle Vernon even more, if that were possible. The idea of tackling a hundred fully-grown Blast-ended Skrewts alone looked enormously appealing in front of this.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW" roared Uncle Vernon, now gasping for breath.
Within five minutes, Harry was on the street with a heavy trunk in one hand and Hedwig in another. He had just decided to find a deserted street, signal the Knight bus and head off to the Leaky Cauldron. This had been his worst summer ever. Even the summer before he had first attended Hogwarts hadn't been this bad despite the fact that he had then actually set a snake after Dudley. This summer, it seemed that Ron, Hermione and Sirius had forgotten all about him. With the exception of the letter that had been his doom, no one had written to him. He heard a slight noise and turned around, ready to defend himself in case it was a Death Eater. It was Mrs. Figg, the mad lady down the street with tons of cats and Harry's babysitter during Dudley's birthday.
"Hello, Mrs. Figg" said Harry, surprise evident in his voice.
"Hello, dear. What are you doing out here?" her voice tingling with amusement for some reason.
"It's a long story, but I did not see you on my way out!" exclaimed Harry, suddenly realizing that she had been nowhere on the street.
"Of course you could not" she said, leaving a puzzled Harry.
"Would you like to have a cup of tea and some snacks?" she asked.
"I-I have to go to the Leak-I mean, to…somewhere" he finished lamely, not wanting to spend his time in Mrs. Figg's cabbage smelling house.
"Come on, just a cup of tea" wheedled Mrs. Figg as she led him to her house.
"Something strange is going on," thought Harry, "She did not even start when she saw Hedwig". Indeed, she was looking quiet amused when Harry had seen her.
He stepped into the house after Mrs. Figg and gave an audible gasp. Gone were the mismatched chairs, cats and smell of cabbage, instead on the shelf lay a SNEAKOSCOPE, FOE-GLASS and a WAND.
"Mrs. Figg, are you a…?" he whispered, shocked.
"Yes, Harry, I am a witch" she replied calmly.
"But-why didn't you tell me?" he asked, throat rather dry.
"I'm sorry, dear, Dumbledore asked me not to. Why don't you sit, now?"
"Why?" he asked, seating himself on the sofa.
"I'm sure Albus will explain that himself" she replied.
She left him and went to the kitchen. Harry tried to adjust himself to this new revelation.
She was back within five minutes, carrying biscuits and tea. As Harry sipped through his tea Mrs. Figg remained quiet.
"So, Harry, I'm sure you would like to know the answers to a few odd things that have happened to you already this summer," She said playfully.
"Like what" he asked puzzled. Surely nothing could be more odd than being thrown out of a house by an extremely enraged Uncle who seemed to think that an owl could murder his overly overlarge son.
"Like, hmm… not receiving any letters from your friends despite the fact that you left them a week ago at platform 9 ¾?"
"How did you know?" he asked, worried that something might have happened to them. He was beginning to regret being left out of the wizarding world at such a crisis, the return of Lord Voldemort.
"Oh, no need to worry, Voldemort has done nothing to them," she said, then noticing that Harry had not flinched at the sound of Voldemort's, continued "nice to see that a few youngsters are not afraid of his name. As I was saying, here are their letters". She handed out a huge bag filled with nothing but letters. "Some friends you've got there, I spent the whole week scanning them for curses.
"What about the owl with my prefect letter, then?" asked Harry.
"You see, Harry, that was Dumbledore's idea. It was time to get you away from the Dursleys to a safer place. I'll explain the 'Why' later. Didn't you wonder why the owl did not come to you straightaway? That's because Dumbledore sent it to them, not to you.
After it had annoyed them enough, I increased Mr. Dursley's anger to abnormal levels with a spell. It worked fine, I must say, you got thrown out of the house where I was waiting, invisible."
"Another reason I had for taking you was that Dumbledore said that a person I would not trust would be coming to see me and that I would have to listen to your story first.
So, who is this person?"
Harry sank deeper into the sofa and sighed loudly, "My Godfather, Sirius Black." he finished.
Mrs. Figg sat in her chair, shocked.
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The story is gonna get more exciting as dark secrets are revealed and plots are hatched.