Chapter Two: Leaving Privet Drive...
Morning had at last come. Harry was however still feeling the after affects of early morning. It would have been weird if the Dursleys knew about my recent problems , he thought. The Dursleys could care less because they after all depised magic of all kinds. They were muggles, meaning that they don't have a drop of wizarding blood in their veins.
Harry got up and streched, then he changed into his clothes. He headed downstairs with all sorts of thoughts racing through his mind- thoughts about last night. It seemed as though it was so much was jammed in his brain. He tried to keep a straight face as he entered the kitchen where the Dursleys were.
They merely ignored Harry as he came in, sat down, and took a piece of toast. His uncle Veron was reading the paper, and his cousin Dudley was munching on some grapefruit and buttered toast. Dudley had lost a little bit of weigh but still had the same built as his father.
"So staying with those Weasleys are you?" his uncle asked offhandedly. "Y- yeah," said Harry. "Good, good," said uncle Veron, with a slight note of cheerful note in his voice. The Dursleys did not object to Harry staying with the Weasleys as they were both happier this way. It was different as Harry was to stay permanently, and both he and the Dursleys had mixed feelings.
"Uh... good luck... to you," said his uncle on a sudden impulse. Harry couldn't believe his ears of what uncle Veron had said. "Um, thanks," he said. They talk much for the rest of breakfast.
"I'll be going up to my bedroom for a while," said Harry after finishing his toast, "to get my things ready." He got up from the table and walked upstairs. The truth was he was happy. He would be be at last leaving the Dursleys for good, but still he would sort of miss them. After putting up with them for most of his life.
Harry packed up all of his things in his truck and Hedwig's cage. Then he checked all over his room to make sure he didn't forget anything. After he made sure he had check everything, Harry sat at his desk and pulled out his photo album to look through it.
It was well after six o'clock when the door bell rang. Uncle Veron answered it. "Harry Potter!" his uncle called. Harry put the photo album away in his truck and rushed quickly downstairs. It was Arthur Weasley and his son, Ron, one of Harry's best friends. Harry smiled. "Hello, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "Come on. Time to go."
Harry went upstairs, along with Ron, who helped him get all of his things into a car Mr. Weasley had rented from the Ministry of Magic. After everything was in the trunk of the car, Harry and Ron got into the car. Harry waved good-bye to the Dursleys one last time and said, "Thanks for taking care of me and letting me stay." The ignition started. The car went forward, and setted on its way to the Burrow.
Morning had at last come. Harry was however still feeling the after affects of early morning. It would have been weird if the Dursleys knew about my recent problems , he thought. The Dursleys could care less because they after all depised magic of all kinds. They were muggles, meaning that they don't have a drop of wizarding blood in their veins.
Harry got up and streched, then he changed into his clothes. He headed downstairs with all sorts of thoughts racing through his mind- thoughts about last night. It seemed as though it was so much was jammed in his brain. He tried to keep a straight face as he entered the kitchen where the Dursleys were.
They merely ignored Harry as he came in, sat down, and took a piece of toast. His uncle Veron was reading the paper, and his cousin Dudley was munching on some grapefruit and buttered toast. Dudley had lost a little bit of weigh but still had the same built as his father.
"So staying with those Weasleys are you?" his uncle asked offhandedly. "Y- yeah," said Harry. "Good, good," said uncle Veron, with a slight note of cheerful note in his voice. The Dursleys did not object to Harry staying with the Weasleys as they were both happier this way. It was different as Harry was to stay permanently, and both he and the Dursleys had mixed feelings.
"Uh... good luck... to you," said his uncle on a sudden impulse. Harry couldn't believe his ears of what uncle Veron had said. "Um, thanks," he said. They talk much for the rest of breakfast.
"I'll be going up to my bedroom for a while," said Harry after finishing his toast, "to get my things ready." He got up from the table and walked upstairs. The truth was he was happy. He would be be at last leaving the Dursleys for good, but still he would sort of miss them. After putting up with them for most of his life.
Harry packed up all of his things in his truck and Hedwig's cage. Then he checked all over his room to make sure he didn't forget anything. After he made sure he had check everything, Harry sat at his desk and pulled out his photo album to look through it.
It was well after six o'clock when the door bell rang. Uncle Veron answered it. "Harry Potter!" his uncle called. Harry put the photo album away in his truck and rushed quickly downstairs. It was Arthur Weasley and his son, Ron, one of Harry's best friends. Harry smiled. "Hello, Harry," said Mr. Weasley. "Come on. Time to go."
Harry went upstairs, along with Ron, who helped him get all of his things into a car Mr. Weasley had rented from the Ministry of Magic. After everything was in the trunk of the car, Harry and Ron got into the car. Harry waved good-bye to the Dursleys one last time and said, "Thanks for taking care of me and letting me stay." The ignition started. The car went forward, and setted on its way to the Burrow.