We're Off To See The Witch…of Privet Drive?
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Harry was awoken with a rapping on his door at about 7:30. He groggily got up and searched for his clothes. After getting dressed, he fumbled for his glasses before heading downstairs.
He opened the kitchen door to find and enormous Dudley watching the kitchen TV and eating large amounts of bacon and eggs. The diet Dudley had been observing had fallen through. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had been able to special order his knickerbockers, but the nurse at Smeltings was still calling every to days to insist that Dudley continue the diet. Harry took a plate and took the last of the bacon and eggs, which wasn't much since Dudley had already had at it. He sat down at the kitchen table where Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were discussing the upcoming trip to visit Vernon's sister, Marge.
"Well, the train pulls out at 10, so if we drop of Harry at Mrs. Figg's by 9, we should be fine." Harry had almost forgotten, he was going to spend the rest of the holidays with Mrs. Figg, the cat lady. "Now, boy," Uncle Vernon began. "You will be spending the rest of the summer with Mrs. Figg and we need to get a few things straight. First, you do attend St. Brutus's. Number two, she, of course, has no idea that you are…different. And it better stay that way! You will keep you trunk locked at all times. And if you sway from that in any way, next summer that cupboard will become a permanent residence!"
Harry nodded his head slightly and then ran up to his room to pack.
Harry fell asleep quite early that night, having only got a few hours the day before. He awoke sharply at 8:30 with a loud holler from outside the door.
"Boy! If you're not up and dressed in five minutes, there'll be hell to pay!" Harry got the message and got dressed and brushed his teeth as fast as he could. He came down to find the Dursleys ready to go. His stomach growled. He had missed breakfast. He was loaded into the car like a piece of luggage. They were already running late and Uncle Vernon sped down the street towards Mrs. Figg's.
Uncle Vernon
practically pushed Harry out of the car and ordered him to get his luggage and
follow him to the door.
"Remember what I told you boy or
there'll—Mrs. Figg, how nice to see you," Uncle Vernon said. "Thank you for looking after Harry while
we're gone. Have a good time." Mrs. Figg turned to let Harry in and Uncle
Vernon gave Harry one last scowl before taking off.
"You can just put you stuff right there, Harry dear," she said as she pointed to an empty space in the entry. Harry saw no cats and the spell of cabbage was missing. The only thing he heard or saw where two familiar voices in other room. He couldn't place them, but he new he had heard them before.
"Come in, Harry. There are some people I want you to meet." Harry followed her into the living room, where he could see who it was. It was non other that Professor Lupin and Sirius.
"Hello, Harry. It's nice to see you," said both of them. Harry was very happy to see them both. He immediately hugged his godfather, and gave his former teacher a nice, firm shake. He had missed one important detail, however. Why were they in Mrs. Figg's house? He could only arrive at one conclusion.
"Mrs. Figg, are you a--?"
"Yes, Harry," she replied, "I'm a witch."