Harry Potter laid, awake, in the mists of the early mourning, looking at the wall with his school calendar. In two weeks he would be off to Hogwarts for a year of learning. This would be Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts and would be taking the O.W.L's. He already got all of his summer homework done, the worst of it was the five scroll essay in potions.
The Dursleys, the dreaded muggles that he lived with, were away on a business trip to Germany for his uncles company, Grunnings that made drills. They would be gone for the rest of the summer holidays. he had the best week of his life, in number four Privet Drive, after they had gone. But as the days wore on he was growing restless from having no one to talk to.
They had left with little food and no money to buy more, so he had to save the little food he had. All he had was cans of soup, molded bread, molded cheese and sour milk.
He had hoped that Ron, his best friend from school, would invite him to his house, but his family had went to Romania to see his brother Charlie, who studied dragons. Ron would only be home in time to catch the train back to Hogwarts.
Hermione decided to go with Victor Krum, the seeker on the Bulgarian Qudditch team, to his house in Bulgaria. In each of her letters to Harry it sounded like she was having a great time. While she was out shopping, she had bought herself an owl that looked a lot like Hedwig, Harry's owl. It was snow white, and also an female, which she named snow.
In her last letter, it looked like it was written when she was upset, she told Harry that Ron wrote an angry letter about her going to Krum's house for the summer. After Harry read the letter he became extremely angry
Harry got out of be and looked out of his bedroom window, over the vast darkness of the early mourning sky but it was unusually dark today because of the storms that had been raging through the past week. He had not been able to go outside and was very bored being stuck inside for a week.
He went over to the wardrobe and got dressed in the baggy clothes that his aunt and uncle had given him after his fat cousin had grown out of them. He then headed down the dark stairwell and stepped into the kitchen to cook a can of tomato soup. He ate the soup quietly at the large table that sat near the back door.
Heavy thunder sparked, then followed by a heavy downfall of rain to start the eighth straight day of storms. Harry knew the lights would soon go out, so he got up and headed to the far, right, cabinet and grabbed the large flash light. He then headed toward the living room, which had ugly pictures of his fat cousin all around it, and sat down in the chair in front of the television.
He turned it on and flipped around the channels and then saw a news report of a family, that lived a few miles away from privet drive, dying suddenly from causes unknown to the police. They showed a shot of the house and it had the dark mark over the roof of the small house.
He thought that if Fudge, the Minister of Magic, still didn't believe Dumbledore then he would have to be very stupid. Just then the lights flickered and went out.
