Sorry it took me so long to finish this. That last one must have been REALLY boring. The second section of the first chapter is the most boring anyway. Well, this'll be a bit better I hope. I couldn't figure out where to end it, so I decided on a spot that won't make this section too long. Please review if you've read this please. I just want to see what you guys think. ~N. Skylarks

P.S. Thanks to toryn for pointing out the whole Fluffy-Snuffles mixup! I'm so sorry and I'm be changing that promptly!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in the books, J.K. Rowling does. Please help me reserve Natali and Devera Frost, please. Thank you.

~CHAPTER ONE. The White Dementor (3)~

Aunt Petunia was cooking breakfast when Harry got downstairs. During the course of the past school year, the school nurse had finally got Dudley to lose some weight with weight-loss food. Aunt Petunia was cooking the same old fattening food again. As Dudley waddled in, just as fat as he ever was, he smirked at Harry. Of all the Dursleys, Dudley was the only one who ever remembered Harry's birthday, just so he could make fun of Harry with all the great presents he got for his birthday. Harry could care less.

Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper at the table. Dudley plopped right beside him. Harry planned the perfect moment to tell Uncle Vernon about his staying at Ron's. Even though the stay was already set in stone, Harry knew that in order to stay out of too much trouble, it was best to at least inform the Dursleys about it.

Uncle Vernon grunted. "Seems like some American bloke got himself kidnapped. Says he's from the FBI or CIA. Guess he's important, but why put it in the front page of the London news?"

"Do they have any clue of who kidnapped him?" Aunt Petunia asked.

"Nah. Not a trace. Disappeared more like it."

"What's his name?"

It took a while for Uncle Vernon to find it. "Black. No first name."

Harry straightened up on his seat.

Vernon searched some more. "Huh. Doesn't even actually say a gender. News reporters these days. Never puts an ounce of good information on there. Just like for that one murderer…Hey, boy, your godfather or whoever he is, isn't his name Black?"

Harry nodded slowly. Who was this person? Harry shook his head as he realized Black was a very common last name. However, now was the perfect time to mention Ron. "Speaking of my godfather," he replied in innocence, "my friend Ron from school is inviting me to stay over at his house for the rest of the summer again."

Uncle Vernon stared suspiciously. "And what does this have to do with your godfather?"

Harry thought quickly. "Well, my godfather's expecting to visit me sometime soon, and unless you want him to visit me here…"

Aunt Petunia quickly looked out the window as if Sirius was going to pop in with a dagger anytime soon. Uncle Vernon immediately made up his mind. He nodded, and sent Harry away.

Harry almost ran up the stairs in excitement. He got out his pen, quill, and spell books. After all, the Dursleys weren't going to come up anytime soon and, well, Thursday was going to be a long wait.

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Thursday evening finally came. The Dursleys were sitting unusually stiff in their chairs. The house was cleaned to perfection. This, of course, was not because they wanted to show respect, but because they wanted to show the Weasleys exactly what a "real" family was to act like. Harry, however, did not care the least bit. All he wanted was for Ron to quickly come and take him away from this dreaded place.

As seven o'clock neared, the Dursleys became even more tense. Right as the clock in the living room chimed seven, a car screeched to a halt in front of the Dursleys' driveway. Four redheads and a small girl with bushy brown hair popped out. Two of the redheads climbed out and ran to the door, knocking harshly.

The Dursleys jumped at this sudden course of action. Grunting at the lack of manners. Uncle Vernon strutted to the door with Aunt Petunia following closely behind him. The door opened and Dudley gave a yelp and hid behind the love seat.

Fred and George bowed mockingly and said, "Hello, Fred and George at your service. We're here to pick Harry up, sir."

Uncle Vernon looked at them with utter disgust and motioned for Harry to bring his stuff to the door. As Harry stood up, Fred and George brushed Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia aside and rushed to Harry's aid. "Hello," the bowed, "Fred and George at your service. We're here to pick up your luggage, sir." They snickered and ran with the luggage back to the car.

By this time, Mr. Weasley, Ron, and Hermione had come to the doorway. Mr. Weasley laughed nervously as they stepped in. "Nice to see you again Mr. and Mrs. Dursley and…er…" He searched around the room. He finally noticed Dudley's fat head behind the love seat. "Ah…Dudley. I'm sorry about the mishap last time. I assure you it won't happen again."

Hermione had ran up to Harry with a big hug while a big snicker came from behind the love seat. Ron was behind her with a cheery "Hullo, Harry!" and a big smile on his face. By the time the twins were back to check if they forgot anything (and perhaps forget something on purpose), Mr. Weasley was already hopping around at all the Muggle things in the house.

Uncle Vernon grunted and Aunt Petunia had her hands on her hips. Vernon gave another grunt and his small, beady eyes followed everyone in the room, although they mostly fell on Fred and George, who were starting to poke at Dudley. Outside, it had started to rain. Suddenly, the lights went out with a huge clash and Dudley gave another yelp as he ran to his parents' sides. Nobody said anything except for a few mischievous giggles from Fred and George.

Harry felt drenched in cold, so much that it seemed to go into his heart. He heard a distance screaming and felt a little out of focus. That's when he realized it wasn't just ordinary coldness, but something quite more, quite worse. All his fears came true as the door squeaked open and a bony hand grabbed a hold of it to push it forward. Harry could hear its rattling breath and the clammy coldness ever stronger as if forcing to win over him. As the door swung open, everyone gasped, even the Dursleys. At the door was a dementor.