Chapter 3:

"Ok Harry, now I need you to listen," explained Sirius, "Lupin's outside causing a diversion, and I'm going to, well to be frank, kidnap you." Harry listened to Sirius and collected all of his belongings in a trunk, and started to write a letter.

"We don't have time Harry!" shouted Sirius for the first time in front of Harry.

"I have to tell Aunt Petunia that I spilled ink on the bed sheets and she needs to wash them, or it'll be there next year!"

"You wont be her next year," whispered Sirius assuringly, "Now, get your trunk downstairs and I'll be with you in a few minutes."

The thought that he'd never see the Dursely's again comforted him. However, he didn't know what was going to happen next. Very carefully, Harry lifted his enormous, heavy trunk down stairs, trying not to make any noise when BOOM! The door downstairs burst open with Dudley's fat, ugly face covered in sweat. "Mummy, can we get a dog??" panted Dudley, trying to catch his breath. Suddenly, the dog turned back into Sirius.

"Harry, come on now! Get down here!!!!" shouted Sirius. Harry hurried down the stairs and grabbed onto Sirius. Then, Lupin came to the door. "Nice 'ter see you Harry! Oh sorry Mr. and Mrs. Dursleak for the trouble we've caused you," said Lupin. Harry couldn't help but chuckle when he mispronounced the Dursely's last name. Then Harry experienced something he'd never felt before. He was going through the sky almost. It was bright, like the sun, and everywhere around him were little spots of brown and green. It was like he was moving so fast he was passing by everything in an instant. It was very twirly but not in a dizzy sort of way. All of a sudden, they stopped. Sirius and Harry arrived in front of a large wood cabin. Out of nowhere, Lupin appeared. "Beat you to it!" exclaimed Sirius. "I didn't even know we were racing!" cried Lupin, "If I had, we all know that I would have beaten you, right Harry?" "Err. definitely..," lied Harry as he winked to Sirius. They entered the cabin. It was quite like the Weasly's house. They entered a large living room, filled with wooden furniture and a stone fireplace. There was a small kitchen to the right, and a bar to the left. Further along the left side of the house was a hallway. At the end of the hallway was what looked like a medium sized bathroom. Above him, was an extremely large, old fashioned, sailing ship steering wheel attached to the ceiling with metal chains. Each handle held a light. The entire cabin looked so welcoming. There was even a large rug in front of the door that was obviously charmed because before you step on it, it would greet you, shake your foot with a tassel, and lay back down. "This is my house Harry!" said Lupin, "It's not much, and I'm sure its nothing compared to what you were in before, but I hope you like it!" "Just be careful of the rug there Harry," warned Sirius, "remember to say good morning, good afternoon, and good evening to it. He's a little sensitive." Harry couldn't picture a more perfect house. Harry just stared blank and appreciated the friendly atmosphere. "Welcome to your new home," said the rug.