A very much expected escape
Harry woke up. It was not the first time that he had dreamt about Voldemort. Last year he had done it twice. It
was not the burning scar which worried him, but what he had just seen. Apparently Voldemort wanted to carry out his plans. He remembered then the encounter which had opposed him to the resurrected dark sorcerer. He had managed to escape him four times, yet it had been close. He had only some fragments of his dream left but he remembered that Voldemort intended to launch an assault against Azkaban.
« Should I warn Dumbledore? No, he must already know it, » he thought. « But if.. well I am going to write to Sirius, he will know what to do. »
Sirius was his godfather. Condemned for a crime he had not committed, he had escaped from Azkaban two years ago.
Harry went down noiselessly from his bed: he must not wake the Dursleys; he took a piece of parchment, a feather and wrote:
Dear Sirius,
Thank you for your last letter, this time Hedwige accepted the presence of this bird.
I am very well although Dudley, who is still on diet, is in a very bad mood. He certainly looks a bit slimmer but he must eat in secret because his progresses are very slow; well, I'm writing to tell you that I have just had a new dream: Voldemort gathered Deatheaters and planned to attack Azkaban. I don't know if warning Dumbledore is useful.
What do you think I should do ?
I hope that you are well.
Harry
Two days later, while Harry and the Dursleys had breakfast, something strange happened. Everything was well till an owl arrived through the window before crashing in uncle Vernon's plate, who burst into insults against all bizarre persons.Then he discovered the letter and roared:
« What a disaster are those wizards! You can't even eat quietly! »
Still muttering all sorts of curses towards wizards, he read the letter aloud:
« Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
We would be very happy to come and fetch Harry and have him at home for the end of the summer holidays. My son would be very happy about it as well as Harry, I am sure of it.
We preferred to use the normal way because I did not remember any more how the muggle post office worked.
Hoping to see Harry very soon,
Sincerely Yours.
Arthur Weasley »
« Well? » He said, looking at Harry.
Harry did not even answer:
« May I ? »
« Depends: if you want to go there, write them at once to find another means of transport than last year. »
« Right away! »
Harry hurried to climb upstairs to his room before his uncle could change his mind. He wrote then to the Weasleys to ask if it was possible for them to come and fetch him by another means than Floopowder.
The answer arrived fast: Mr Weasley would come and fetch him with a portkey and they would leave the same way, if it was possible to bring Harry in the neraby forest the next day.
So uncle Vernon hurried to take Harry there, too satisfied to get rid of him without further problems. Mr Weasley had arrived before Harry and his uncle. At his feet one could see an old sock, which even Dobby would not want. Once the greetings done, Mr Weasley showed the sock to Harry:
« We have to touch it together. »
When Harry took it, he felt the rush of beeing taken in the airs. And a few seconds later, he landed in a clearing which was familiar to him: he had already come there to play Quidditch with the Weasleys. Then a few more minutes later he was on the road to the Burrow. Harry wondered then about the reason for which he had been invited: everything had happened so fast.
When he arrived at the Burrow, he understood as he saw a big black dog in the yard: Sirius must have asked the Weasleys to invite him.
Harry woke up. It was not the first time that he had dreamt about Voldemort. Last year he had done it twice. It
was not the burning scar which worried him, but what he had just seen. Apparently Voldemort wanted to carry out his plans. He remembered then the encounter which had opposed him to the resurrected dark sorcerer. He had managed to escape him four times, yet it had been close. He had only some fragments of his dream left but he remembered that Voldemort intended to launch an assault against Azkaban.
« Should I warn Dumbledore? No, he must already know it, » he thought. « But if.. well I am going to write to Sirius, he will know what to do. »
Sirius was his godfather. Condemned for a crime he had not committed, he had escaped from Azkaban two years ago.
Harry went down noiselessly from his bed: he must not wake the Dursleys; he took a piece of parchment, a feather and wrote:
Dear Sirius,
Thank you for your last letter, this time Hedwige accepted the presence of this bird.
I am very well although Dudley, who is still on diet, is in a very bad mood. He certainly looks a bit slimmer but he must eat in secret because his progresses are very slow; well, I'm writing to tell you that I have just had a new dream: Voldemort gathered Deatheaters and planned to attack Azkaban. I don't know if warning Dumbledore is useful.
What do you think I should do ?
I hope that you are well.
Harry
Two days later, while Harry and the Dursleys had breakfast, something strange happened. Everything was well till an owl arrived through the window before crashing in uncle Vernon's plate, who burst into insults against all bizarre persons.Then he discovered the letter and roared:
« What a disaster are those wizards! You can't even eat quietly! »
Still muttering all sorts of curses towards wizards, he read the letter aloud:
« Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley,
We would be very happy to come and fetch Harry and have him at home for the end of the summer holidays. My son would be very happy about it as well as Harry, I am sure of it.
We preferred to use the normal way because I did not remember any more how the muggle post office worked.
Hoping to see Harry very soon,
Sincerely Yours.
Arthur Weasley »
« Well? » He said, looking at Harry.
Harry did not even answer:
« May I ? »
« Depends: if you want to go there, write them at once to find another means of transport than last year. »
« Right away! »
Harry hurried to climb upstairs to his room before his uncle could change his mind. He wrote then to the Weasleys to ask if it was possible for them to come and fetch him by another means than Floopowder.
The answer arrived fast: Mr Weasley would come and fetch him with a portkey and they would leave the same way, if it was possible to bring Harry in the neraby forest the next day.
So uncle Vernon hurried to take Harry there, too satisfied to get rid of him without further problems. Mr Weasley had arrived before Harry and his uncle. At his feet one could see an old sock, which even Dobby would not want. Once the greetings done, Mr Weasley showed the sock to Harry:
« We have to touch it together. »
When Harry took it, he felt the rush of beeing taken in the airs. And a few seconds later, he landed in a clearing which was familiar to him: he had already come there to play Quidditch with the Weasleys. Then a few more minutes later he was on the road to the Burrow. Harry wondered then about the reason for which he had been invited: everything had happened so fast.
When he arrived at the Burrow, he understood as he saw a big black dog in the yard: Sirius must have asked the Weasleys to invite him.