By ~Misty~
Harry Potter and the Amulet of Hogwarts: book five
Harry clutched his forehead, in his bed at home with the Dursleys, the agonizing pain searing through his body. "Voldemort can't be here, could he?" Harry thought.
It was nearly one o'clock. Harry needed to go back to sleep, although he would be woken up at seven whether he liked it or not. Harry crept to the bathroom, turned on the light, and put water on his forehead; his face was shiny with sweat.
"Great, now I'll never get to sleep," Harry muttered, drying his hands on the towel.
Harry went back into his room and pulled out his intermediate Transfiguration book to read. Harry found that compared to the Dursley's life Transfiguration was extremely fascinating, and it was. Muggles certainly led boring lives. If they could learn how to do magic, how much easier their lives would be! Dudley, the Dursleys son, was terrified of Harry, and so Dudley didn't often bother Harry. The only thing that kept the Dursleys in check was the fact that Sirius Black, a convicted murderer, was Harry's godfather. Harry sighed. How he wished he could live with Sirius, but his godfather was in hiding, since the Ministry of Magic was after him for a crime he didn't commit. Because of that, Harry had to stay with the Dursleys for summer vacation. Well, at least Harry would be able to spend the month of August at his friend Ron's house. That was always fun.
Harry went over to his owl, Hedwig, and let her out of her cage.
"Try to be quiet, though, girl, don't wake up the Dursleys, that's the last thing we need," Harry warned, gazing outside down at the garden in the backyard. It was certainly neat compared to the Weasley's tangled, weedy, gnome-infested garden. Harry, however, thought the Weasleys were the luckiest people alive, to be able to play Quidditch and do homework without being locked in a cupboard.
Just then Harry heard a rustling noise outside his window. There was a slight breeze, but he didn't think that was it, since the noise sounded vaguely like flapping. Harry poked his head out the window, and all of a sudden Ron's owl, Pigwidgeon, came fluttering into the room with a parcel tied to his leg. Harry tried to get a hold of Pig's leg to get the parcel untied, but Pigwedigon was moving far to fast around the room. Finally Harry grabbed Pigwidgeon in one hand and untied the string with the other.
The letter was from Ron.
Dear Harry
How are those Muggles treating you? Dad just got a promotion from the Ministry of Magic! Isn't that great! Now I will never have to wear those hideous dress robes again!
Harry smiled, remembering the hideous robes Ron had to wear last year at the ball.
Fred and George have been making their fake wands and many other things for their joke shop. Percy's head seems to swell larger every time he tells us about work, which has been for every minute all summer, but he seems happy. Hey, Bill and Charlie are going to visit us on the fifth of August and we want to come get you July thirty first if that's all right. So please write back and Pig'll deliver it.
- Ron
Harry searched around for a piece of paper and wrote back.
Dear Ron
Please do come, as early as possible in the morning. The Dursleys are driving me mad! I will most definitely be ready! See you soon.
-Harry
Harry got the string and waited until Pig stopped drinking water from an extremely annoyed
Hedwig's water bowl. Then Harry was finally able to quickly tie the letter on Pig's frantically moving leg, and Pig flew hastily out into the night. It was now nearly two o'clock in the morning, and the sky was pitch black. Harry laid his head on the pillow, where he fell into a deep sleep. Hours later, Harry was awoken by Aunt Petunia's screech.
"Get up! Get up, you lazy boy! I need you to make Dudley's breakfast so I can go out for a while! If you burn his bacon you'll wish you weren't alive!" Aunt Petunia shouted at Harry's startled face.
To save his poor ears the trouble of being shrieked into again, Harry hastily got dressed and went down into the kitchen. There was an egg carton full of eggs, and at least ten slabs of three pieces of bacon for Harry to fry. Dudley had lost ten pounds and that was a cause for celebration, in Aunt Petunia's eyes. Harry, however, doubted this would help, since Dudley would just gain back in this one meal and have to go back on his diet, which he despised. Harry began absentmindedly frying the eggs and bacon, thinking about Ron's letter. Just then Dudley lumbered into the kitchen, staring at the cooking food viciously, as if he was about to attack it.
"Hurry up with my breakfast, freak!" Dudley cried, feeling brave, but Harry glared at him and twitched his lips. Dudley was still afraid of being cursed, and he ran out of the room. He returned a moment later, with a grumpy Uncle Vernon by his side. "Isn't it done yet!" Dudley yelled. His father smiled lovingly at him.
"Little tyke wants his meals worth, that's a boy, Dudley!" Uncle Vernon said proudly as Dudley sat down, his bottom overhanging the chair as much as ever.
Harry rolled his eyes and continued slowly turning the slabs of bacon.
"Hurry up boy, we're hungry! Fry that bacon faster!" Uncle Vernon said, his eyes glittering maliciously. Harry turned up the heat on the stove and flipped the eggs and bacon. He quickly took out two plates, and put heaps of eggs and bacon on each, leaving three strips of bacon and a lump of eggs for him.
Dudley shoveled the meal down in a record time of 15.5 seconds; Harry counted. "That's my boy!" Uncle Vernon said, grinning. He glared at Harry. "No trouble from you today, eat and get out of your aunt's way or else!" Uncle Vernon snapped, puffing up like a bullfrog. That day he was going out with Dudley for a special present at the amusement park. They would be taking Dudley's friends Jake and Piers from his school Smeltings, a private school Uncle Vernon went to. "Mrs. Figg will be taking you! And you better behave!"
Harry nodded. Mrs. Figg was an old senile lady whom the Dursleys had watch Harry at her house while they were gone.
The phone suddenly rang, and Uncle Vernon answered it. "WHAT? Oh, that's horrible, yes, thank you for letting us know. Goodbye." Uncle Vernon slammed the phone down, clearly fuming. "Mrs. Figg is in the emergency room for a stroke. You'll have to come with us, but you will simply stay with Petunia or I when we aren't on a ride, we'll be watching you!"
Aunt Petunia walked in the door. "Bad news. Mrs. Figg had a stroke and is in the emergency room. He will have to come too," Uncle Vernon said, pointing to Harry as if he was vermin.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOO! Dad, I don't want him to come! He'll ruin everything, Mommy!" Dudley screamed, flapping his massive blubbery arms all around him and banging his fists. "The last time he ruined everything!", Dudley banged still banging his gigantic fists on the table and burst into a wailing tantrum.
"Oh, Duddykins, we won't let him ruin your special trip!" Aunt Petunia said, rubbing Dudley's beefy shoulder. "Vernon, what should we do? I won't have him destroying Dudley's special trip, we promised him!"
Uncle Vernon sighed. Harry could tell he was thinking because he put his hand on his chin and squinted. Suddenly, after twenty minutes of squinting and glaring at Harry, Uncle Vernon yelped in joy.
"Petunia, what about your new friend Claire?" he asked smugly. Aunt Petunia frowned and tapped her foot.
"Well, I guess, but.... if Harry does anything with his magic!" Aunt Petunia said, her horse like face turning to its usual frown. "Fine then, I'll call her Dudley stopped wailing and grinned as he turned to switch on the TV. Harry sat there, wondering what this Claire would be like. Aunt Petunia picked up the phone, dialed a number and said "Yes, Petunia Dursley. Claire I have a little problem. You see, my Duddykins is going to FUN-O-LAND theme park today, and his cousin whom, yes the one I told you about... would you mind watching him for a few hours? Yes we'd be back about six. You would! That's simply wonderful, oh, thank you! You have no idea how much this means, oh, thank you again, ok, we'll see you at ten, bye-bye!"
Aunt Petunia hastily hung up the phone "She said yes!"
Uncle Vernon and Dudley broke into cheers.
"Boy! Behave yourself, or else...." Uncle Vernon growled at Harry. "Don't do any funny business around your aunt's friend! You'll be in the cupboard for the whole year!"
Harry gulped. He knew the Dursleys didn't fool around, especially since they found out that he wasn't allowed to use magic out of school on his second year summer vacation, only three summers ago. They had shut him up in his room, put bars in his windows and a cat flap to but in small portions of food in three times a day. It had been horrible. Harry had been rescued by Ron Weasley and his older twin brothers Fred and George by way of a flying car. The only remaining thing that would shut them up was the mention of Sirius Black, his godfather.
"Fine, I'll be good, but I don't think Sirus would like you shutting me up again. Kinda makes him angry. If I were you..." Harry said smugly, and Uncle Vernon turned white.
"Only if... if you don't behave! Don't threaten me, boy!" Uncle Vernon sputtered spraying spit on the table. Harry shrugged and ran upstairs to his room. His alarm clock said that it was only eight in the morning. He went over to Hedwig's cage and gave her some egg scraps and a half piece of bacon. Hedwig cooed appreciatively and began to nibble the yellow shreds.
"Hedwig, I wish we could live with Sirus, we'd be able to read the Daily Prophet and talk to Ron on the telephone and even have Hermione and Ron stay over, and Hedwig, to have someone who really wants me in their house it would be so nice, but he's on the run, what a stupid thing to wish, he'll probably be on the run for years. Well I'm going to be away for the rest of the day, so see you tonight, I guess," Harry said, stroking Hedwig's bent neck. Harry then went over to the loose floorboard and took out his copy of ' Hogwarts a History' and began to read. About a hundred pages later at nine forty-five, Harry heard his Aunt Petunia's familiar shriek.
"GET GOING, BOY, DUDDER'S FRIENDS NEED TO BE PICKED UP NOW!" Aunt Petunia shrieked from the bottom stair. Harry rolled his and walked slowly downstairs. " Hurry, you slow, ignorant, ungrateful boy!" Aunt Petunia snapped, marching Harry outside and to the car. Harry sat farthest from Uncle Vernon, who was driving, and looked out the window. Suddenly the car lurched as Dudley clambered into the back seat. Aunt Petunia got it and Uncle Vernon started the car and they were soon on their way. About twenty minutes the car lurched to a stop. Everyone gasped and stared at the house that lay before them.
I'm working on chapter two now, please tell me what you think of this, thanks ~Misty~