A/N:WOW!! I didn't expected sooo many Reviews in such a short time. I checked the very next day that I posted and it already reached 18 Reviews. I couldn't believe it.Thanks you guys. I didn't know that my story was that good. I just hope that I can live up to your expectations in the future chapters. Sorry that I had to make you wait for this for soo long after I said I might posted again after 18 of them. But I had to see if there were going to be more reviews. What is this!?!? I babbling here. (slapping my left hand with my right) Shame on me! Anyways, I hope you will enjoy this one as well. Thanks again.
Declaimer:I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
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Chapter 3
Uncle Vernon watched Harry striding out of sight. Ungrateful little rodent. He thought angrily.
With that, he went back inside the house and slammed the door behind him, still red in the face. Without looking at anything, except where he was heading, he stomped to the kitchen and sat down in the only chair that was still standing next to the dinner table. He was too forced on where he was going that he didn't notice two figures following him at a distance. Uncle Vernon quickly cleard it with his bare hands with one swipe, which caused all of the ruins from the table to crash to the floor. Uncle Vernon roughly sat down and lifted his fit above his head and brought it down so fast that it became a blur as it crashed down on the table. With a sickening crack, the table was spit in two and crumpled to the floor, which only made the man even more angerier at his nephew. When he looked up to review the damage again, he saw a white faced woman and a plumped size boy standing in front of him, who was trying to hide behind his mother's back, which was unsuccessful at the kitchen door.
"What?" Uncle Vernon barked as he glared at his family for a moment before surveying the room around them again.
"Uh...Dear, what are we going to do if the boy gets his...his godfather to come here and....and...?" Aunt Petunia faltered too scared to finish the sentence. Clearly frightened by the fact that her husband destructive behavior and the thought of what might happen next.
It told him a few seconds for the information to process through his currently small brain of his. ( A/N: Hehehe) Uncle Vernon was white-faced in mere milli-seconds. He hadn't thought of that. He was too into the squabbling that his anger had gotten the better of him, that he didn't think of the consequences of yelling at the boy. Uncle Vernon was beginning to panic. He had to think quickly. If his repulsive nephew ever got his godfather involved with the tussle, they might not live to see light again. The man was looking frantically around the house again to see if looking at something would give him an idea of what to do next. While he was looking, he only saw everything out of place. The chairs all were turned over, broken china peices were also on the floor. The TV was still smoking and food that was suppose to be for supper that night was all on the floor. The only thing that wasn't damaged too much was the couch in the next room. Then he saw a pile of picture frames that was shattered on the ground next to the fire place. Uncle Vernon walked out of the kitchen at a slow pace to the pile, making Aunt Petunia and Dudley moved out of the way. He bent down, making his big posterior stick out, facing his family as he rummaged in the pile looking for something but the two that was standing there behind him from a short dictance that was watching, had no clue what he was doing. Aunt Petunia was getting worried about her husband's well-being. She didn't know if she should call someone to help straighten out Vernon's mind or just let him be, in fear if she interfer with the search through the broken picture frames.
After a few minutes of cuts on his hands from digging in the pile, Uncle Vernon suddenly jumped to his feet so fast that Petunia and Dudley gasped and jumped back in surprise.
"I have the most brilliant idea! Uncle" Vernon shouted in delight. He turned around to face his lovely family (A/N: Which we all know that they are not) and was holding a picture that was a little beaten up but still in one peice, only to find that they were looking at him like he was mad.
"What is it, Vernon, dear?" Petunia asked nervously.
"We could go to Marge's home and stay their for a while. Those freaks don't know where she lives. We'll stay there for a few weeks until we are certain that they wouldn't bother us anymore. Well, not until the boy comes back for the summer next year." He said this with a proud look on his face, like as though he was king of England.
"But dear, what if the freaks won't stop until they find us? Remember four years ago? They didn't stop until the boy got his letter to go to that....school of his. What do we do then?" Petunia said this all very fast and was beginning to tremble with fear.
"Sweetums. Don't worry. I bet the only reason tht they kept going was because they had him already signed up for that...that...school of his. We are not, very fortunate indeed. So they do not have a point of dragging their lazy tushie all the way over their, just to get revenge. Besides, we'll stay at Marge's house until we are sure that the boy is at his school. We will come back here maybe in October. That way, those freaks will be too busy teaching the boy and his friends, to bother with us." Vernon said calmly, trying to ease the fear of his darling wife.
"Well...I suppose that might work." Petunia said warily but still didn't looked all-the-way convinced.
"Right then!" Vernon said happily. "Let's go an pack."
"Dad? Can I bring my TV with me?" Dudley finally spoken up for the first time.
"Anything for you son. Go on ahead." Vernon said as he wrapped his arms around his son's shoulder which didn't full reached the other side of the shoulder.
"Come on, Duddy's got to get ready to meet his auntie. Let me help you pack. You can go play on your new computer that we got you. That is if the boy didn't break that too." Petunia smoothing Dudley's thick blond hair.
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Hedwig was flying gracefully back to her master's home with a mouse in her talons and a letter from one of her owner's godfather. IT had been two days since she had seen her master and was very anxious to see him again. There were only a few times when they got into a dispute but they were never serious enogh to ruin the friendship they had together. When she was within a few yard of Harry's window, which was left open so she could fly in and out as she please, she flapped her mighty wings to slow herself down before landing. With a soft landing on Harry's bed, she ruffled her feathers quickly and gave a small hoot, telling Harry that she had returned. There was no greeting for her arrival. Hedwig scanned the room for her owner. To her surprise, he wasn't there. This worried her a little but not enough to return the letter back. Hedwig decided to wait until Harry return and once he does, she's was going to give him a piece of her mind for making her wait before eating.
After what felt like days to Hedwig, but was really an hour or two, she began to worry. With a powerful stroke of her wings, she flew through the slightly open door from her master's room and glided down the stairs. She skimmed the house for any sign of life but found none. All she found was that it was a mess. Trash was everywhere. Hedwig couldn't even find a clear area with her amber eyes, which were exceedingly good in spotting even a mouse eating in tall grasses from a hundred feet. Something was wrong here. With that Hedwig flew back into Harry's room again to leave the house and return the letter back. Hedwig hopped quickly to the window and flew silently through the night's sky as fast as she could without her supper..
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It was a quiet evening that night. The only thing that could be heard was the crickets from the outside fields and a few wild owls. Remus Lupin at the moment in the living room, of a small cabin in the countryside so that no one would bother him or Sirius, reading a novel that he had had in his little library. While, Remus was reading quietly in a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace which was burning brightly and warming the cabin nicely, Sirius was pacing the room with a worried expression on his face. Sirius had been at Remus' home for about a week now. Both of them enjoy the quiet as much as possible because they knew, it will be harder to find with Voldemort out there. But for some reason, Sirius didn't look peaceful.
"Padfoot, would you please stop pacing and sit down. You're giving me a headache." Remus said calmly without lifting his eyes off the book as he turned to the next page and continued reading.
"I can't Remus. I have a bad feeling about something but I don't know exactly what. Maybe....maybe I should go check on Harry to see if he is okay and well cared for." Sirius said warily still pacing back and forth in front of the fire.
The werewolf sighed. Lupin reached over to the coffee table to grab the bookmark and placed it where his left off, closed his book gently and putted down his book on the coffee table that was placed in between 2 chair, which he sat in one of them. Then watched his best friend pacing with a worried look on the werewolf's face.
"Sirius, don't worry so much. If you do, you will wear yourself out enough to not help out Harry if he is in trouble. Why don't you lay down and rest or maybe some hot tea. This stress is not good for anybody, now that Voldemort is back into power again" Remus said in a soothing voice.
Sirius stopped pacing for a moment and fixed his gaze at Remus for a few seconds then gave up the fight. Remus was always the one who could get someone to relax without even trying. That's how Remus was. Always calm when things were looking bad. Sirius didn't have that gift.
"Alright. Fine. But if I don't get an answer from Harry then, be damn with the consequences, I'm going over there in a heart beat and you or anyone else can stop me." Sirius snapped at his best friend.
Remus smiled gently.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Padfoot."
Sirius gave the werewolf a feeble smile back in return. With that sat in the other chair in front of the blazing fire, deep in thought.
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A/N: Yea, yea I know. It's a little boring. But hey, there's always boring parts in the bestest stories( I also know that "bestest" isn't a word). I'm also sorry for its shortness. But don't worry again. You are definitly are going to enjoy the next chapter!( Laughing evilly) I'm not going to tell you, even if you begged me now. (laughing insanely). I think all make you wait until I see at least 36 reviews. If not.......
Thanks to these people:
Anya- Sorry about the shortness. I know what you mean. I don't like them either, but I haven't gotten very far in the future chapters to post as much at one time.
Emma Malfoy- I wonder too....(Hehehe)
Billy Bob Joe- Thanks. I will continue, you can count on that!
Dark Whispers- (Taking a bow) Thank you! Thank you!
Fireangle- Well here it is, huh?
Nikki- I wish I could, but I can't. It will ruin the suspension and excitement. Besides, I haven't finished the story yet. But if you want it when I'm done, I'll give it to you.
Lei Dumbledore- Thanks.
Ashley- Thanks. You'll find out what will happen to Harry very soon. (laughing evilly)
PissedOffEskimo-Lol! You'll have to find out, won't you? It'll be evil for a while.
Angel-Well, you won't have to wait long. The next will be soon.
Draconic Ragnorock- Thanks. I thank you deeply.
Alaskantiger- I'm hurrying! What happen to quality over quanity? Lol.
Heath 999- Maybe...
ElvenRanger- Lol. You're MAD!! Thanks anyway!
Declaimer:I own Nothing of Harry Potter or any other chara. that The Great J.K. Rowling created. I own only the few chara. that I made.
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Chapter 3
Uncle Vernon watched Harry striding out of sight. Ungrateful little rodent. He thought angrily.
With that, he went back inside the house and slammed the door behind him, still red in the face. Without looking at anything, except where he was heading, he stomped to the kitchen and sat down in the only chair that was still standing next to the dinner table. He was too forced on where he was going that he didn't notice two figures following him at a distance. Uncle Vernon quickly cleard it with his bare hands with one swipe, which caused all of the ruins from the table to crash to the floor. Uncle Vernon roughly sat down and lifted his fit above his head and brought it down so fast that it became a blur as it crashed down on the table. With a sickening crack, the table was spit in two and crumpled to the floor, which only made the man even more angerier at his nephew. When he looked up to review the damage again, he saw a white faced woman and a plumped size boy standing in front of him, who was trying to hide behind his mother's back, which was unsuccessful at the kitchen door.
"What?" Uncle Vernon barked as he glared at his family for a moment before surveying the room around them again.
"Uh...Dear, what are we going to do if the boy gets his...his godfather to come here and....and...?" Aunt Petunia faltered too scared to finish the sentence. Clearly frightened by the fact that her husband destructive behavior and the thought of what might happen next.
It told him a few seconds for the information to process through his currently small brain of his. ( A/N: Hehehe) Uncle Vernon was white-faced in mere milli-seconds. He hadn't thought of that. He was too into the squabbling that his anger had gotten the better of him, that he didn't think of the consequences of yelling at the boy. Uncle Vernon was beginning to panic. He had to think quickly. If his repulsive nephew ever got his godfather involved with the tussle, they might not live to see light again. The man was looking frantically around the house again to see if looking at something would give him an idea of what to do next. While he was looking, he only saw everything out of place. The chairs all were turned over, broken china peices were also on the floor. The TV was still smoking and food that was suppose to be for supper that night was all on the floor. The only thing that wasn't damaged too much was the couch in the next room. Then he saw a pile of picture frames that was shattered on the ground next to the fire place. Uncle Vernon walked out of the kitchen at a slow pace to the pile, making Aunt Petunia and Dudley moved out of the way. He bent down, making his big posterior stick out, facing his family as he rummaged in the pile looking for something but the two that was standing there behind him from a short dictance that was watching, had no clue what he was doing. Aunt Petunia was getting worried about her husband's well-being. She didn't know if she should call someone to help straighten out Vernon's mind or just let him be, in fear if she interfer with the search through the broken picture frames.
After a few minutes of cuts on his hands from digging in the pile, Uncle Vernon suddenly jumped to his feet so fast that Petunia and Dudley gasped and jumped back in surprise.
"I have the most brilliant idea! Uncle" Vernon shouted in delight. He turned around to face his lovely family (A/N: Which we all know that they are not) and was holding a picture that was a little beaten up but still in one peice, only to find that they were looking at him like he was mad.
"What is it, Vernon, dear?" Petunia asked nervously.
"We could go to Marge's home and stay their for a while. Those freaks don't know where she lives. We'll stay there for a few weeks until we are certain that they wouldn't bother us anymore. Well, not until the boy comes back for the summer next year." He said this with a proud look on his face, like as though he was king of England.
"But dear, what if the freaks won't stop until they find us? Remember four years ago? They didn't stop until the boy got his letter to go to that....school of his. What do we do then?" Petunia said this all very fast and was beginning to tremble with fear.
"Sweetums. Don't worry. I bet the only reason tht they kept going was because they had him already signed up for that...that...school of his. We are not, very fortunate indeed. So they do not have a point of dragging their lazy tushie all the way over their, just to get revenge. Besides, we'll stay at Marge's house until we are sure that the boy is at his school. We will come back here maybe in October. That way, those freaks will be too busy teaching the boy and his friends, to bother with us." Vernon said calmly, trying to ease the fear of his darling wife.
"Well...I suppose that might work." Petunia said warily but still didn't looked all-the-way convinced.
"Right then!" Vernon said happily. "Let's go an pack."
"Dad? Can I bring my TV with me?" Dudley finally spoken up for the first time.
"Anything for you son. Go on ahead." Vernon said as he wrapped his arms around his son's shoulder which didn't full reached the other side of the shoulder.
"Come on, Duddy's got to get ready to meet his auntie. Let me help you pack. You can go play on your new computer that we got you. That is if the boy didn't break that too." Petunia smoothing Dudley's thick blond hair.
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Hedwig was flying gracefully back to her master's home with a mouse in her talons and a letter from one of her owner's godfather. IT had been two days since she had seen her master and was very anxious to see him again. There were only a few times when they got into a dispute but they were never serious enogh to ruin the friendship they had together. When she was within a few yard of Harry's window, which was left open so she could fly in and out as she please, she flapped her mighty wings to slow herself down before landing. With a soft landing on Harry's bed, she ruffled her feathers quickly and gave a small hoot, telling Harry that she had returned. There was no greeting for her arrival. Hedwig scanned the room for her owner. To her surprise, he wasn't there. This worried her a little but not enough to return the letter back. Hedwig decided to wait until Harry return and once he does, she's was going to give him a piece of her mind for making her wait before eating.
After what felt like days to Hedwig, but was really an hour or two, she began to worry. With a powerful stroke of her wings, she flew through the slightly open door from her master's room and glided down the stairs. She skimmed the house for any sign of life but found none. All she found was that it was a mess. Trash was everywhere. Hedwig couldn't even find a clear area with her amber eyes, which were exceedingly good in spotting even a mouse eating in tall grasses from a hundred feet. Something was wrong here. With that Hedwig flew back into Harry's room again to leave the house and return the letter back. Hedwig hopped quickly to the window and flew silently through the night's sky as fast as she could without her supper..
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It was a quiet evening that night. The only thing that could be heard was the crickets from the outside fields and a few wild owls. Remus Lupin at the moment in the living room, of a small cabin in the countryside so that no one would bother him or Sirius, reading a novel that he had had in his little library. While, Remus was reading quietly in a comfortable chair in front of the fireplace which was burning brightly and warming the cabin nicely, Sirius was pacing the room with a worried expression on his face. Sirius had been at Remus' home for about a week now. Both of them enjoy the quiet as much as possible because they knew, it will be harder to find with Voldemort out there. But for some reason, Sirius didn't look peaceful.
"Padfoot, would you please stop pacing and sit down. You're giving me a headache." Remus said calmly without lifting his eyes off the book as he turned to the next page and continued reading.
"I can't Remus. I have a bad feeling about something but I don't know exactly what. Maybe....maybe I should go check on Harry to see if he is okay and well cared for." Sirius said warily still pacing back and forth in front of the fire.
The werewolf sighed. Lupin reached over to the coffee table to grab the bookmark and placed it where his left off, closed his book gently and putted down his book on the coffee table that was placed in between 2 chair, which he sat in one of them. Then watched his best friend pacing with a worried look on the werewolf's face.
"Sirius, don't worry so much. If you do, you will wear yourself out enough to not help out Harry if he is in trouble. Why don't you lay down and rest or maybe some hot tea. This stress is not good for anybody, now that Voldemort is back into power again" Remus said in a soothing voice.
Sirius stopped pacing for a moment and fixed his gaze at Remus for a few seconds then gave up the fight. Remus was always the one who could get someone to relax without even trying. That's how Remus was. Always calm when things were looking bad. Sirius didn't have that gift.
"Alright. Fine. But if I don't get an answer from Harry then, be damn with the consequences, I'm going over there in a heart beat and you or anyone else can stop me." Sirius snapped at his best friend.
Remus smiled gently.
"I wouldn't have it any other way, Padfoot."
Sirius gave the werewolf a feeble smile back in return. With that sat in the other chair in front of the blazing fire, deep in thought.
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A/N: Yea, yea I know. It's a little boring. But hey, there's always boring parts in the bestest stories( I also know that "bestest" isn't a word). I'm also sorry for its shortness. But don't worry again. You are definitly are going to enjoy the next chapter!( Laughing evilly) I'm not going to tell you, even if you begged me now. (laughing insanely). I think all make you wait until I see at least 36 reviews. If not.......
Thanks to these people:
Anya- Sorry about the shortness. I know what you mean. I don't like them either, but I haven't gotten very far in the future chapters to post as much at one time.
Emma Malfoy- I wonder too....(Hehehe)
Billy Bob Joe- Thanks. I will continue, you can count on that!
Dark Whispers- (Taking a bow) Thank you! Thank you!
Fireangle- Well here it is, huh?
Nikki- I wish I could, but I can't. It will ruin the suspension and excitement. Besides, I haven't finished the story yet. But if you want it when I'm done, I'll give it to you.
Lei Dumbledore- Thanks.
Ashley- Thanks. You'll find out what will happen to Harry very soon. (laughing evilly)
PissedOffEskimo-Lol! You'll have to find out, won't you? It'll be evil for a while.
Angel-Well, you won't have to wait long. The next will be soon.
Draconic Ragnorock- Thanks. I thank you deeply.
Alaskantiger- I'm hurrying! What happen to quality over quanity? Lol.
Heath 999- Maybe...
ElvenRanger- Lol. You're MAD!! Thanks anyway!