Harry Potter & The Messenger's betrayal
By: Rachelfan5000
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Listening to: Pink Family Portrait
Chapter 2 A forgotten face
The main problem this year was that Harry didn't have a ticket to get out of privet Drive and into Diagon Alley. Harry knew he couldn't rely on the Dursleys, they would dump him in the middle of Australia if they could get there. Harry figured that he'd work that out after breakfast.
As Harry entered the dining room, he noticed that all the Dursleys were sitting around the table, Dudley watching the TV. None of them looked up as Harry walked in. Uncle Vernon was reading the newspaper; Aunt Petunia was passing around what might've looked vaguely like a proper breakfast the year before. Uncle Vernon looked appalled.
Now Dudley was finally down to the right weight, they had to keep it up, which both Uncle Vernon and Uncle Petunia were finding rather irritating. As for Harry, well, it didn't really make a difference for him, Harry was used to tiny dinners, anyway, he had rock hard cakes to break his teeth from Hagrid now.
Harry ate his cornflakes without any complaint, but he knew better to look around for more, that would just make him look like Dudley. Harry noticed that Dudley had a much bigger bowl than he did, and Dudley also had what looked like half a sack of sugar on top.
They all appeared to be waiting for someone and hadn't told Harry. Aunt Petunia was pacing around the kitchen, straining her ears for any sound on the door. Uncle Vernon was now staring at the newspaper and looking up every minute or so. Dudley had left the table now to go and play DOA3 on the X-box he had got for a welcome back present, which included about ten games.
Suddenly the doorbell sounded, Petunia hurried off to fetch the door. While Harry was left finishing his cornflakes with Uncle Vernon.
"That should be Arabella now," Harry heard Uncle Vernon mutter before he put down his newspaper and changed the channel of the TV to what he wanted to watch.
"Harry! Come here this instant!" Aunt Petunia's screechy yell nearly deafened Harry. But Harry did as he was told and left the table to answer the yell.
But before Harry could see who was at the door Aunt Petunia yelled again.
"Get your stuff Harry!" She yelled, pointing to Harry's room up the stairs. Obediently Harry ran up the stairs, he gathered up all his stuff, including the letters that he had opened that Morning and his presents and put them carefully in his trunk. Struggling with it's weight this year, Harry walked down the stairs and recognised a long forgotten face.
"Mrs Figg?!" Harry asked, wondering why the hell Mrs Figg was at Privet drive waiting for him.
"Yes Harry, I've come to take you back," Mrs Figg said tenderly, what on earth were the Dursleys playing at? Harry wondered. "No need to worry about him Petunia, I'll have him for the rest of the holidays," Aunt Petunia quickly agreed and Harry got the feeling she just wanted Mrs Figg to leave.
"Right, so be off with Harry already!" Uncle Vernon's voice boomed out from behind Harry, and Mrs Figg, who seemed insulted, signalled for Harry to put his trunk in her old and rusty car. She then hurried off to join Harry in the car.
"Pesky Muggles," Harry heard Mrs Figg mutter under her breath.
"Muggles? You're a witch?" was the first question Harry could get out of his mouth.
"Yes, Harry," the tenderness in her voice coming back.
"Why are you taking me to your house?" Harry asked, still confused, although much happier to be out of the Dursleys clutches.
"Someone needs to take you to Diagon Alley I believe?" Mrs Figg asked, Harry nodded weakly.
"Dumbledore was asking around for a new Defence against the dark arts teacher, and I got good marks in Defence against the dark arts in my O.W.L's a long time ago. I applied for the job and got it," Mrs Figg spoke, now stopping the car and getting out.
"You?" Harry said, not daring to believe it.
"Yeah Harry, me." Said Mrs Figg, "Now come inside and I'll explain," Harry followed in and the disgusting smell of cabbage entered his nose once more. Harry was hoping he wouldn't have to smell the cabbagey - smell ever again, oh well.
"Why didn't you tell me you were a witch?" Harry asked.
"Back then you would never have believed me anyway, but under strict orders from Dumbledore, I wasn't allowed to tell you, Your Aunt and Uncle were supposed to tell you that you were a Wizard also. It wasn't my job." Mrs Figg said. A small white cat curled up on Harry's lap.
"That's right Meriel, you warm our Harry up," Mrs Figg said the small cat. Harry began to understand questions now had their answers, and fitted perfectly in place with time.
"Dumbledore sent me an owl some time ago, to keep a close eye on you, I figured the easiest way to do such this summer was to take you to mine for the holidays." Mrs Figg smiled.
Maybe Harry would have a good summer after all.
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I got Writers block most of the day and had no idea what to write, Sorry guys! I hope you like this chapter, a little better than the last I'm sure you'll agree. It's not the longest of chapters either, I'm afraid. I'll have the next Chapter up as soon as I write it, which will be much likely to be tomorrow which is the 26th nov incase you didn't know.
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Mark: Hmm, yeah-good point, I didn't think of that, I don't have a very creative mind I'm afraid. I didn't know what to put.
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