Chapter 2- The Visit to Mrs. Figg
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of Aunt Petunia knocking on his door and telling him very loudly to wake up.
"Wake up boy! You need to cook breakfast before you leave for Mrs. Figg's house." yelled Aunt Petunia. She waited a second to see if she could hear him moving in his room.
"Are you up yet boy?!"
He threw the moth-bitten blankets off his body and put his feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Yes..." he groaned still not quite awake.
"Well hurry up!" she demanded than walked off towards the kitchen.
Harry put on some of Dudley's old clothes that where hung over a chair, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and to also try to tame his hair, (which of coarse was impossible). After giving up, he went down stairs to cook breakfast.
In the kitchen was the usual breakfast Dursley seen: Uncle Vernon reading the morning newspaper while Petunia told her husband the latest gossip and tried to look over their neighbors fence to see what they where doing while Dudley tried to sneak his father's cinnamon bun on to his plate to eat.
He grabbed the bacon and eggs and began to cook.
"Erm...Uncle Vernon...why exactly am I going to Mrs. Figg's house today?" he said as he quickly glanced at his uncle.
"Because your aunt and I are taking Dudley to London to buy a new Smeltings uniform. It seems that Dudley's changed a bit since we've taken him off the diet."
Vernon reached for the cinnamon bun that was supposed to be on his plate. When he finally realized that it wasn't there he quickly glanced at Dudley then look at Harry who had been watching.
"Hurry up with that blasted breakfast!" he snapped.
Indeed Dudley had changed since they had taken him off the diet, but it was more than just a bit. In fact his waste line had actually grown about 4 1/2 inches, since he didn't have to sneak food as much as when he was on a diet.
After Harry finished making the bacon and eggs, he sat down and only ate 1/2 of his breakfast because Dudley had stolen his bacon right off his plate.
"Can I stay here while you're away in London?" Harry asked. "It could be a birthday present!" at that moment he could have hit him self up-side-the- head with one of his Hogwarts books because he knew exactly what was coming.
"HA! Do you really think we give a rat's ass about your birthday?! I would've thought that you'd learned by now that the only important birth- dates in this house is Dudley's, Petunia's, and mine." he paused for a moment, "As for your birthday present, here's a piece of lent." he said while digging into his pocket and then pulling out a bluish-purple piece of fuzz.
"Please, I'll just sit up in my room and sleep." Harry said in a final attempt to get out of going to Mrs. Figg's.
"Absolutely not!" said Uncle Vernon.
"You think we'd leave you to do -magic- and what ever else you please?! I think not! You're going to Mrs. Figg's house and that's final. And if I hear another word you then you'll be going there the second you say it!" cried Aunt Petunia.
"Great! I not only have to go over there on Dudley's birthdays, but now I have to go over there on my birthday as well." Harry grumbled.
"I heard that! Come here now!" Aunt Petunia boomed, "You're going over there this instant! Now!" Harry looked at her absolutely stunned. Aunt Petunia had never acted like this before no matter how mad with him she was.
"Come on Dudley, we had better get our things and go with them."Uncle Vernon said in a low voice to Dudley as Harry got up from the table and walked into the hall.
It only took Vernon, Dudley, and Harry two minutes to get to their things together and to get into the car. When Aunt Petunia dropped him off, she practically pushed him onto the curb and sped away.
As Harry slowly walked to Mrs. Figg's house, he began to think of the night before and of the dream which had been at the back of his mind all morning itching to make it's way to him main thoughts. He was still on the question of exactly who Jade was but couldn't make out anything else from the dream that could hint as to who Jade was.
Harry was suddenly brought back to reality when he tripped over a small black cat in Mrs. Figg's front yard. He heard a small scream inside as a small old women came running out of the house at a surprising speed.
"Harry how could you?" said the women.
"I-I didn't mean to, really." he stammered.
The simple truth was that Mrs. Figg loved cats. Every time he'd been over her house she would make him look through dozens of photo albums of cats, and when ever he asked to read anything that look even remotely interesting she would quickly tell him that he'd be much more interested in looking through the photo albums. Then she would shoo him out of her study and close the door.
Mrs. Figg looked at him very sternly, "My dear boy, you must watch where you're going, otherwise some day you might walk right into a trap or something." Harry looked up from his shoes to see into the old women's face.
"I'm very sorry, it'll never happen again."
"Well, I hope not and I also hope you've learned your lesson. Now come inside, I need to check the cake." She said as she picked up the black cat.
Harry tried to look happy and excited at the last statement, but he suspected that the cake would be as it has always been in the past, bitter to the taste and hard like it had been as old as its cook Mrs. Figg. Harry had always believes that if Hagrid and Mrs. Figg were in a baking can test; Hagrid would win, though not by much.
By now Mrs. Figg was in the kitchen looking after the cake so Harry sat down on the living room couch and stared at a rather thick book on the coffee table. On the cover it said 'Vol. No. 1' and nothing more. Just as he began to open the curious looking book (or at least a book that would look like some thing Mrs. Figg would never have), he had to quickly close the book when he saw a girl come in from the garden.
The girl looked only about a year older than himself. She had a blackish- brown hair which was pulled back in pony-tail, chocolate brown eyes, and she was wearing a soccer shirt with black sport pants that had 2 white stripes on both outer parts of the pant legs.
Mrs. Figg came back into the living room with her arms full of folded boxes, which she quickly put down as she saw Harry looking at the girl who had just come in and smiled.
"Oh yes, Harry, I'd like you to meet my niece Sarah."
"Hi" Sarah said shyly.
"Hello."
"Well I must really go check on the cake again, so I'll have to leave you here." Mrs. looked at the black dog," I know you'll be distressed to know that this time you won't be able to look at the photo albums of the cats seeing how I've already packed them up." Mrs. Figg hummed a merry tune as she left the room.
Harry looked back at Sarah who had mixed emotions.
"So where are you from, because you don't sound like you're from around here." he said casually.
"Well I just transferred here from Germany, my friend and I am supposed to go to this school here. It's said to be the greatest school of its kind in the world!" Sarah said with a smile.
He thought for a moment.
"Umm...what's the name of the school?"
"I can't really say at the moment, I've seemed too forgotten."
"Do you know where it is?" Harry asked.
"No, not really. To tell the truth, I don't think anyone knows exactly where it is besides the head master and the teachers.... I only know it's somewhere in Britain."
She looked at Harry as if she was searching for some thing.
"So how old are you going to be?" she said trying to change the subject.
"What do you mean?" he said kind of confuse because he was thinking so much.
"Well it's your birthday isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah it is. I'm turning 15."
"That kinda stinks..."
"Why??" Harry said trying to figure out why turning 15 would be so bad.
"Because it's the final stage if innocence in your life is passing...plus you have to be over here eating my aunt's awful cake." Sarah said laughing.
"HEY, I HEARD THAT!!" they heard Mrs. Figg call from the kitchen.
Harry and Sarah were both laughing now.
"I thought I was the only one who thought that!" Harry said laughing and also trying to keep his voice low at the same time, which is kind of hard. "Nope! She's known through out our family for being an awful cook. God if she ever tried to make a healing potion for me, I wouldn't drink it, it would probably turn me into a frog!"
He thought again. A look of surprise came over his face as he put it all together. But he still had to ask just one more question...just to be on the safe side of things.
"Hey do you believe that there is another world, I don't mean like planets and stuff, but like a secret community?" he said with a rather serious tone in his voice.
"Well so far that I know of there's only the wizarding world and the Muggle world. But you know that, I mean your a wizard after all, I mean because how else would u been able to go to Hogwarts and beat-"she looked around half expecting to see a death-eater pop up out of no where, "You-know-Who?"
"Oh just say it already! His name is Voldemort!" he said slightly annoyed.
"Oh, alright....V-Voldemort." Sarah said in a low voice.
"Thank you...look I'm sorry for getting like that. I just don't get why people say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, because it's not like he's just going to pop up out of no where and kill you for saying his name."
"It's ok..."
"Well I guess since you know about me then your a witch?" he said quickly trying to get back to the conversion they where having before his out burst. Sarah nodded with a strange expression on her face.
"Yeah, didn't you know?"
"I kind of guessed.....it's not like you hear muggles talk like that every day you know. I just had to make sure. But I didn't know until now-you know- because of you aunt and all."
"Why would you think that?" she looked at Harry who had a surprised expression on his face, "Oh gosh, you thought she was a muggles?!"
"She seemed ad muggle-ish as the Dursleys."
"Who are the Dursleys?" she asked.
"Oh they're the muggles I have to live with."
"So that's who they are...I mean I've heard allot about them."
"What have you heard?"
"Just that they're really awful and that they hate 'our kind' is it true?"
"Unfortunately yes." he said with a grim face, "Well at least I can get away from them while I'm away at Hogwarts."
"Hey, that's the school where I'll be going also!" Sarah exclaimed. Harry smiled at her. Just then there came a sudden barking from the garden.
"I'm coming! Just a moment!" Sarah yelled as she got up from her seat. She opened the door and a shaggy black dog walked inside, and Harry recognized the dog at once. It was his godfather Sirius Black who he had met in his 3rd year at Hogwarts.
As Sarah closed the door the dog changed form from the shaggy black dog to his godfather Sirius Black.
"Hey Harry! Happy Birthday!" Sirius said with a wide smile on his face.
"Thanks!" Harry said as Mrs. Figg came out of the kitchen.
"Great! You've come back from your walk just in time for cake!" said Mrs. Figg.
"I guess I've come too soon."
"Oh don't worry, it's not exactly home made this time. It's one of those box cakes where you just add water."
"That's very reassuring." Sarah said sarcastically.
"Wait a second...how do you know each other and why aren't you scared?" Harry said quiet confused.
"It's all quiet simple really." Mrs. Figg said casually, "You see, Moody, James, Lily, Peter, Sirius, and I were all really good friends back in our days at Hogwarts. So when I heard that Sirius blew up Peter and killed all those people, I knew it was all preposterous and of coarse I didn't believe it. Actually, Moody and I were part of a very small group of people that didn't believe and protested against the Ministry about the whole idea. Unfortunately they quickly put an end to it by telling us that if we didn't stop, they would accuse us of being some of Voldemort's supporters and put us in Azkaban as well."
"Well why didn't you tell me you were a witch?" Harry asked.
"After the told us that, I became so mad that I decided to boycott the Ministry even further by moving out of the Magical Community and in to the Muggle Community. After living like a muggle for a couple months, I kind of became accustom to the whole idea and used magic less and less until one day I just didn't use it at all. The reason I didn't ever tell you that I was a witch was because I was under strict order from Dumbledore not to tell you or anyone that I was a witch. But it became hard when I started to baby-sit you. You don't know how many times I wanted to tell you about your parents and the magical community but I couldn't. I was under very strict orders not to and it also might have put the magical community at risk."
"That explains allot." Harry said stunned.
For what seemed like hours, there was an incredible silence.
"Well it's really good to see you Harry!" Sirius said trying to break it. "You too." Harry smiled.
"It's a little before two, so why don't I get the cake, some sandwiches, and tea so that we can have a late lunch outside in the garden?"
"That sounds delightful Alberta! How about Sarah and Harry get plates while I wipe down the table out there."
After Sirius said this they all went to the kitchen to grab plates, make lunch and tea, and to also grab a dishtowel.
Sirius, Sarah and Harry now walked into the garden. Although Harry had been to Mrs. Figg's house many times before, he had never seen it, let alone walk out into the garden. He had always been looked up in the house up until now.
The garden seemed to be in prime season, as his aunt would say. It was like a living rainbow; everywhere you looked there were bright reds, oranges, pinks, yellows, blues, purples, and basically every color of flowers that you could think of (except black and ugly browns). There were also alot of trees shrubs and soft, perfectly cut grass in the garden also. Two of the largest trees in Mrs. Figg's garden were an oak tree that was almost in the middle of the garden by the table and chairs. The other one was a Weeping
Willow that looked very much to Harry like the Womping Willow on the Hogwarts school grounds.
When Sirius got done cleaning off the table and Harry and Sarah where done setting the table, Mrs. Figg came out with the sandwiches.
The weather was beautiful and they had they had a wonderful late lunch. One of the main reasons they had a wonderful lunch was because the food didn't kill anyone and was actually pretty good, another was because of the weather, and the other main reason was because they had a wonderful conversation about they their past years at Hogwarts. They talked all after noon outside in the garden until it was time for Harry to go home with the Dursleys.
All that night Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took pictures of Dudley in his new Smeltings uniform and told him how handsome he looked. But it made no difference to Harry because he just ate a bagel with cream cheese for dinner (since he wasn't very hungry) and headed up to his room to finish his Charms essay on freezing fire. When he was done he went to bed only to awake in the middle of the night once more.
A/N: There, those of you that were freaking out cuz I didn't have spell check can stop now cuz I just got Microsoft word back into my computer (my older brother had deleted it before when he was down loading all his music programs). I only fixed the million spelling a grammar mistakes so the chapters is still basically the same. I plan on ridding all the chapters of their mistakes.spelling and grammar wise any way.
Well, I hope you liked my chapter and that you'll review and read on! :o)
Later Dayz, -scarsky
Harry woke up the next morning to the sound of Aunt Petunia knocking on his door and telling him very loudly to wake up.
"Wake up boy! You need to cook breakfast before you leave for Mrs. Figg's house." yelled Aunt Petunia. She waited a second to see if she could hear him moving in his room.
"Are you up yet boy?!"
He threw the moth-bitten blankets off his body and put his feet on the cold wooden floor.
"Yes..." he groaned still not quite awake.
"Well hurry up!" she demanded than walked off towards the kitchen.
Harry put on some of Dudley's old clothes that where hung over a chair, then went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and to also try to tame his hair, (which of coarse was impossible). After giving up, he went down stairs to cook breakfast.
In the kitchen was the usual breakfast Dursley seen: Uncle Vernon reading the morning newspaper while Petunia told her husband the latest gossip and tried to look over their neighbors fence to see what they where doing while Dudley tried to sneak his father's cinnamon bun on to his plate to eat.
He grabbed the bacon and eggs and began to cook.
"Erm...Uncle Vernon...why exactly am I going to Mrs. Figg's house today?" he said as he quickly glanced at his uncle.
"Because your aunt and I are taking Dudley to London to buy a new Smeltings uniform. It seems that Dudley's changed a bit since we've taken him off the diet."
Vernon reached for the cinnamon bun that was supposed to be on his plate. When he finally realized that it wasn't there he quickly glanced at Dudley then look at Harry who had been watching.
"Hurry up with that blasted breakfast!" he snapped.
Indeed Dudley had changed since they had taken him off the diet, but it was more than just a bit. In fact his waste line had actually grown about 4 1/2 inches, since he didn't have to sneak food as much as when he was on a diet.
After Harry finished making the bacon and eggs, he sat down and only ate 1/2 of his breakfast because Dudley had stolen his bacon right off his plate.
"Can I stay here while you're away in London?" Harry asked. "It could be a birthday present!" at that moment he could have hit him self up-side-the- head with one of his Hogwarts books because he knew exactly what was coming.
"HA! Do you really think we give a rat's ass about your birthday?! I would've thought that you'd learned by now that the only important birth- dates in this house is Dudley's, Petunia's, and mine." he paused for a moment, "As for your birthday present, here's a piece of lent." he said while digging into his pocket and then pulling out a bluish-purple piece of fuzz.
"Please, I'll just sit up in my room and sleep." Harry said in a final attempt to get out of going to Mrs. Figg's.
"Absolutely not!" said Uncle Vernon.
"You think we'd leave you to do -magic- and what ever else you please?! I think not! You're going to Mrs. Figg's house and that's final. And if I hear another word you then you'll be going there the second you say it!" cried Aunt Petunia.
"Great! I not only have to go over there on Dudley's birthdays, but now I have to go over there on my birthday as well." Harry grumbled.
"I heard that! Come here now!" Aunt Petunia boomed, "You're going over there this instant! Now!" Harry looked at her absolutely stunned. Aunt Petunia had never acted like this before no matter how mad with him she was.
"Come on Dudley, we had better get our things and go with them."Uncle Vernon said in a low voice to Dudley as Harry got up from the table and walked into the hall.
It only took Vernon, Dudley, and Harry two minutes to get to their things together and to get into the car. When Aunt Petunia dropped him off, she practically pushed him onto the curb and sped away.
As Harry slowly walked to Mrs. Figg's house, he began to think of the night before and of the dream which had been at the back of his mind all morning itching to make it's way to him main thoughts. He was still on the question of exactly who Jade was but couldn't make out anything else from the dream that could hint as to who Jade was.
Harry was suddenly brought back to reality when he tripped over a small black cat in Mrs. Figg's front yard. He heard a small scream inside as a small old women came running out of the house at a surprising speed.
"Harry how could you?" said the women.
"I-I didn't mean to, really." he stammered.
The simple truth was that Mrs. Figg loved cats. Every time he'd been over her house she would make him look through dozens of photo albums of cats, and when ever he asked to read anything that look even remotely interesting she would quickly tell him that he'd be much more interested in looking through the photo albums. Then she would shoo him out of her study and close the door.
Mrs. Figg looked at him very sternly, "My dear boy, you must watch where you're going, otherwise some day you might walk right into a trap or something." Harry looked up from his shoes to see into the old women's face.
"I'm very sorry, it'll never happen again."
"Well, I hope not and I also hope you've learned your lesson. Now come inside, I need to check the cake." She said as she picked up the black cat.
Harry tried to look happy and excited at the last statement, but he suspected that the cake would be as it has always been in the past, bitter to the taste and hard like it had been as old as its cook Mrs. Figg. Harry had always believes that if Hagrid and Mrs. Figg were in a baking can test; Hagrid would win, though not by much.
By now Mrs. Figg was in the kitchen looking after the cake so Harry sat down on the living room couch and stared at a rather thick book on the coffee table. On the cover it said 'Vol. No. 1' and nothing more. Just as he began to open the curious looking book (or at least a book that would look like some thing Mrs. Figg would never have), he had to quickly close the book when he saw a girl come in from the garden.
The girl looked only about a year older than himself. She had a blackish- brown hair which was pulled back in pony-tail, chocolate brown eyes, and she was wearing a soccer shirt with black sport pants that had 2 white stripes on both outer parts of the pant legs.
Mrs. Figg came back into the living room with her arms full of folded boxes, which she quickly put down as she saw Harry looking at the girl who had just come in and smiled.
"Oh yes, Harry, I'd like you to meet my niece Sarah."
"Hi" Sarah said shyly.
"Hello."
"Well I must really go check on the cake again, so I'll have to leave you here." Mrs. looked at the black dog," I know you'll be distressed to know that this time you won't be able to look at the photo albums of the cats seeing how I've already packed them up." Mrs. Figg hummed a merry tune as she left the room.
Harry looked back at Sarah who had mixed emotions.
"So where are you from, because you don't sound like you're from around here." he said casually.
"Well I just transferred here from Germany, my friend and I am supposed to go to this school here. It's said to be the greatest school of its kind in the world!" Sarah said with a smile.
He thought for a moment.
"Umm...what's the name of the school?"
"I can't really say at the moment, I've seemed too forgotten."
"Do you know where it is?" Harry asked.
"No, not really. To tell the truth, I don't think anyone knows exactly where it is besides the head master and the teachers.... I only know it's somewhere in Britain."
She looked at Harry as if she was searching for some thing.
"So how old are you going to be?" she said trying to change the subject.
"What do you mean?" he said kind of confuse because he was thinking so much.
"Well it's your birthday isn't it?"
"Oh, yeah it is. I'm turning 15."
"That kinda stinks..."
"Why??" Harry said trying to figure out why turning 15 would be so bad.
"Because it's the final stage if innocence in your life is passing...plus you have to be over here eating my aunt's awful cake." Sarah said laughing.
"HEY, I HEARD THAT!!" they heard Mrs. Figg call from the kitchen.
Harry and Sarah were both laughing now.
"I thought I was the only one who thought that!" Harry said laughing and also trying to keep his voice low at the same time, which is kind of hard. "Nope! She's known through out our family for being an awful cook. God if she ever tried to make a healing potion for me, I wouldn't drink it, it would probably turn me into a frog!"
He thought again. A look of surprise came over his face as he put it all together. But he still had to ask just one more question...just to be on the safe side of things.
"Hey do you believe that there is another world, I don't mean like planets and stuff, but like a secret community?" he said with a rather serious tone in his voice.
"Well so far that I know of there's only the wizarding world and the Muggle world. But you know that, I mean your a wizard after all, I mean because how else would u been able to go to Hogwarts and beat-"she looked around half expecting to see a death-eater pop up out of no where, "You-know-Who?"
"Oh just say it already! His name is Voldemort!" he said slightly annoyed.
"Oh, alright....V-Voldemort." Sarah said in a low voice.
"Thank you...look I'm sorry for getting like that. I just don't get why people say He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named or You-Know-Who, because it's not like he's just going to pop up out of no where and kill you for saying his name."
"It's ok..."
"Well I guess since you know about me then your a witch?" he said quickly trying to get back to the conversion they where having before his out burst. Sarah nodded with a strange expression on her face.
"Yeah, didn't you know?"
"I kind of guessed.....it's not like you hear muggles talk like that every day you know. I just had to make sure. But I didn't know until now-you know- because of you aunt and all."
"Why would you think that?" she looked at Harry who had a surprised expression on his face, "Oh gosh, you thought she was a muggles?!"
"She seemed ad muggle-ish as the Dursleys."
"Who are the Dursleys?" she asked.
"Oh they're the muggles I have to live with."
"So that's who they are...I mean I've heard allot about them."
"What have you heard?"
"Just that they're really awful and that they hate 'our kind' is it true?"
"Unfortunately yes." he said with a grim face, "Well at least I can get away from them while I'm away at Hogwarts."
"Hey, that's the school where I'll be going also!" Sarah exclaimed. Harry smiled at her. Just then there came a sudden barking from the garden.
"I'm coming! Just a moment!" Sarah yelled as she got up from her seat. She opened the door and a shaggy black dog walked inside, and Harry recognized the dog at once. It was his godfather Sirius Black who he had met in his 3rd year at Hogwarts.
As Sarah closed the door the dog changed form from the shaggy black dog to his godfather Sirius Black.
"Hey Harry! Happy Birthday!" Sirius said with a wide smile on his face.
"Thanks!" Harry said as Mrs. Figg came out of the kitchen.
"Great! You've come back from your walk just in time for cake!" said Mrs. Figg.
"I guess I've come too soon."
"Oh don't worry, it's not exactly home made this time. It's one of those box cakes where you just add water."
"That's very reassuring." Sarah said sarcastically.
"Wait a second...how do you know each other and why aren't you scared?" Harry said quiet confused.
"It's all quiet simple really." Mrs. Figg said casually, "You see, Moody, James, Lily, Peter, Sirius, and I were all really good friends back in our days at Hogwarts. So when I heard that Sirius blew up Peter and killed all those people, I knew it was all preposterous and of coarse I didn't believe it. Actually, Moody and I were part of a very small group of people that didn't believe and protested against the Ministry about the whole idea. Unfortunately they quickly put an end to it by telling us that if we didn't stop, they would accuse us of being some of Voldemort's supporters and put us in Azkaban as well."
"Well why didn't you tell me you were a witch?" Harry asked.
"After the told us that, I became so mad that I decided to boycott the Ministry even further by moving out of the Magical Community and in to the Muggle Community. After living like a muggle for a couple months, I kind of became accustom to the whole idea and used magic less and less until one day I just didn't use it at all. The reason I didn't ever tell you that I was a witch was because I was under strict order from Dumbledore not to tell you or anyone that I was a witch. But it became hard when I started to baby-sit you. You don't know how many times I wanted to tell you about your parents and the magical community but I couldn't. I was under very strict orders not to and it also might have put the magical community at risk."
"That explains allot." Harry said stunned.
For what seemed like hours, there was an incredible silence.
"Well it's really good to see you Harry!" Sirius said trying to break it. "You too." Harry smiled.
"It's a little before two, so why don't I get the cake, some sandwiches, and tea so that we can have a late lunch outside in the garden?"
"That sounds delightful Alberta! How about Sarah and Harry get plates while I wipe down the table out there."
After Sirius said this they all went to the kitchen to grab plates, make lunch and tea, and to also grab a dishtowel.
Sirius, Sarah and Harry now walked into the garden. Although Harry had been to Mrs. Figg's house many times before, he had never seen it, let alone walk out into the garden. He had always been looked up in the house up until now.
The garden seemed to be in prime season, as his aunt would say. It was like a living rainbow; everywhere you looked there were bright reds, oranges, pinks, yellows, blues, purples, and basically every color of flowers that you could think of (except black and ugly browns). There were also alot of trees shrubs and soft, perfectly cut grass in the garden also. Two of the largest trees in Mrs. Figg's garden were an oak tree that was almost in the middle of the garden by the table and chairs. The other one was a Weeping
Willow that looked very much to Harry like the Womping Willow on the Hogwarts school grounds.
When Sirius got done cleaning off the table and Harry and Sarah where done setting the table, Mrs. Figg came out with the sandwiches.
The weather was beautiful and they had they had a wonderful late lunch. One of the main reasons they had a wonderful lunch was because the food didn't kill anyone and was actually pretty good, another was because of the weather, and the other main reason was because they had a wonderful conversation about they their past years at Hogwarts. They talked all after noon outside in the garden until it was time for Harry to go home with the Dursleys.
All that night Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia took pictures of Dudley in his new Smeltings uniform and told him how handsome he looked. But it made no difference to Harry because he just ate a bagel with cream cheese for dinner (since he wasn't very hungry) and headed up to his room to finish his Charms essay on freezing fire. When he was done he went to bed only to awake in the middle of the night once more.
A/N: There, those of you that were freaking out cuz I didn't have spell check can stop now cuz I just got Microsoft word back into my computer (my older brother had deleted it before when he was down loading all his music programs). I only fixed the million spelling a grammar mistakes so the chapters is still basically the same. I plan on ridding all the chapters of their mistakes.spelling and grammar wise any way.
Well, I hope you liked my chapter and that you'll review and read on! :o)
Later Dayz, -scarsky