"Now Sirius, be reasonable! If a muggle saw you you'd be caught and taken back to Azkaban! Remember, Fudge had the muggles know about you too!" Sirius Black didn't answer her.
"You know I'm right." Finally Sirius answered.
"Yeah Catherine, I do, it's just that Harry's my godson! I swore to James and Lily that if anything happened to them I'd take care of him! And now he's been attacked! And the Dursley's little prat of a son is dead! What else am I supposed to do?"
Catherine Snape took his hand and said, "Just wait Sirius, Albus will sort this out. Besides, Harry has other protection over him that Voldemort doesn't know about yet."
Harry sat in the front row of the church next to his Uncle and Aunt. They all held hands now, even though Harry felt a little uncomfortable. Though he didn't complain, he knew they needed it. No matter how much Harry hated Dudley he didn't want him dead.
When Harry sat down at the dinner table that night Uncle Vernon spoke up "Um… Harry, who was that man who, um, you know, killed," He stopped to take a breath, "who killed Dudley."
Harry answered "Lord Voldemort."
"And this, this, this Lord Voldemort, you've met him before?"
"Yes, he also killed my parents. The same way he killed Dudley. The same way he tried to kill me."
The Dursleys were a lot nicer after that. To Harry's surprise Aunt Petunia tucked him into bed that night, the first time since he was a baby.
As she walked out the door Harry said "Aunt Petunia? Um, I was wondering, my friend Ron and his family have invited me to stay with them starting next week, and I was wondering if I could go?"
"Of course, Harry dear. Your Uncle and I can even drive you if you like."
She said in a voice that sounded a lot like Mrs. Weasley.
"I would like that very much." Aunt Petunia walked out of the room and shut the door behind her. Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep.
"You have failed me, Lucius."
"My lord, I could not make him do it, Draco repelled my curse."
"And you could not handle a fifteen-year-old boy?"
"My lord, I..."
"I don't have to deal with this, Crucio!"
Harry woke up to the sound of Lucius Malfoy screaming into the night. What was Mr. Malfoy trying to make Malfoy do? Harry thought. He looked at the clock at his bedside, it flashed three AM over and over again. Even though he tried Harry still couldn't get back to sleep. I know, he thought, I'll write to Sirius, he still doesn't know what happened. He got out a quill and some parchment and wrote:
Dear Sirius,
I don't really know where to begin except for that You-Know-Who finally showed up at Privet Drive. And now Dudley's dead.
Harry wrote out all that had happened in the last two days except for the dream. That he wanted to save for his letter to Ron and Hermione. After the letter was done he went over to Hedwig's cage to send it, then remembered that she was sending the letter to Cho. Then, as if she had read his mind, Hedwig flew in the window with another letter tied to her leg. Harry pulled it off eagerly, almost forgetting to pet her for going on such a long journey. Harry ripped open the letter.
Dear Harry,
Oh Harry, I just heard what happened from my mother! Are you all right? I'm really worried about you! My Mom said that they're not going to put it in the paper for fear of causing a panic. Please write back immediately!
- Love,
- Cho
Harry scribbled a note to Cho as soon as he finished reading her letter. Sorry Ron, Hermione, but I've got to get this to Cho! Harry thought. All he said was that he was just fine and that he was really glad she wrote.
That morning as Uncle Vernon was getting ready for work there was a knock at the door.
Uncle Vernon shouted "Coming!" as he was buttoning his coat, then he opened the door. Harry peered around the banister to see who it was. To his surprise it was a very pretty lady of about thirty wearing turquoise robes and a cloak of the same color with sea-green fastenings.
"Hello," she said, "You must be Vernon Dursley, I'm Catherine Snape. I'm here to see Harry Potter."