Once again: I do not own harry potter. For the full disclaimer, see chapter one. I'm too lazy to rewrite it.

6, 6:30, 7, it all passed in a blaze of brightening light behind Harry's eyelids. Frustrated with the dull droning of a distant lawnmower, he threw the sheets off his body and trudged towards the bathroom.

Cold water was splashed into his face, barely awakening his sleepy senses. The practice had become so regular, that his body no longer responded to the drastic change in temperature. Sighing, Harry got dressed and went downstairs to cook the breakfast.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, here is a chance to make some money!"

The irritating news anchor gave a giant grin to the camera, relishing the effect those words would have on his viewers. Harry gave a less than discrete sigh as Dudley thrust his chair even closer to the television, his beady little eyes unmoving, sitting at rapt attention. The news man paused for effect, his chest swelling and voice inflating. Continuing his story slowly, he hooked every listening ear in Surrey.

"Well! The escaped convict Sirius Black has been sighted on the outskirts of London. Any information that can help aid the police in his re-capture, will be highly rewarded."

Smiling, his thick eyebrows rose to an unnatural height on his forehead. "Again folks, just call the hotline if you have seen this man." He pointed to a familiar Azkaban-dated photo that slid in the top corner of the screen. "Police have asked us to again warn you that Black is armed and dangerous…And now Julie, *how about* this *heat* wave?"

Harry gasped loudly, staring agape at the TV, as a half-cooked pancake landed wetly on the linoleum.

"Stupid boy. Clean it up before your Uncle comes down." Aunt Petunia shoved a half empty jar of syrup into his hands. "Get more of this." Straightening her flowered skirt she swept back to Dudley and the TV.

Harry, having not moved, began to mumble to himself softly, incoherently spewing forward theories. It didn't make sense. Normal Muggles would have forgotten his name already, having been a whole year since the first announcement. That is, for the exception of Petunia, who had to be the nosiest woman in the whole of Surrey. Why would Sirius risk being seen so close to Diagon Alley? Was he on his way here?

The edges of his vision began to blur and fade, the effect slowly creeping over the rest of his line of vision. An angry voice was buzzing in the far reaches of his mind as he felt himself fall…

A sharp slap across Harry's face brought him to his senses, becoming aware of the smell of something burning. He also noticed that he was eye level with a slow moving brown substance as edging its way across the floor- the remnants of the syrup jar.

"I didn't even catch the weather! Idiot child. Go, fetch a mop and be quick about it. I don't want my floor ruined!"

Gripping the edge of the counter, Harry pulled himself up and stumbled towards the closet. Using a wad of napkins he picked up the broken shards of glass and most of the syrup, continuing to mop at the impossibly sticky stain on the ground. What if Sirius was caught? Harry felt the air in his throat catch, and was forced to lean on the mop as a wave of nausea passed through him.

Moving cautiously, he put away the cleaning items and began a new batch of pancakes. Harry was careful to not let his guard down again.

Moments later, Vernon now sat with a stack of pancakes and a newspaper in front of his face. His mouth full of food, he declared "That maniac Black could be heading this way. Better keep an eye out Petunia. We don't want the new car stolen."

He patted the keys in his pocket protectively.

Harry finished making some eggs and placed the dish in the middle of the table, sitting down at a corner to eat the bit of eggs he was able to save. Petunia walked over to him and spooned more on his plate. Harry just stared dumbfounded. She gave him a smug look as she passed the plate to a now empty-plated Dudley. Harry sent a glare his cousins way as a burnt pancake was dropped in front of him. Fighting back his anger, he chewed on its repulsively charred surface.

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Sorry, it is a bit short isn't it?

It may be a while before the next chapter, I have such writers block it hurts. Any sugestions and comments are welcome! Here or at my email perfectblue16@hotmail.com

Sugah high: Thanks for the review. Yeah I noticed some silly spelling mistakes too, sorry about that im gunna fix it as soon as I can. I'm glad it was confusing it helps motivate people to read more sometimes.

Starreemoon: thanks for the review. I'm glad your curious, I was worried that I might have put a chapter break where no one would want to read any more. Not to angsty is it?

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