A/N: Sorry this took so long, but I've had a LOT of STUFF to do…Studying for finals…Stuff, you know! I remembered I had this fanfic going last night, and decided to write some more. This is very rushed, I'm just trying to get another chapter in! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Oops, forgot this last time. Guess what, I'm not J.K. Rowling! J.K. Rowling does not have mounds of homework, years of tests and unbelievable amounts of studying to do. At least I doubt it. I don't own Harry, Ron, Draco (but I wish I did!), or any of the other Harry Potter characters. : : sigh: :
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Chapter 2:
Harry sat there, completely still, for about a half hour. Why wasn't Dr. Granger calling? Finally, Harry heard the faint ringing of the phone. Dudley yelled, "Harry, get the phone!"
Harry scrambled down the stairs to the sitting room. Dudley was sitting less than a meter away from the telephone, staring at the television set and munching greedily on crisps. He pushed Harry as the smaller boy passed him. Harry winced as Dudley's pudgy fingers came into contact with the bruises on his arm that Dudley's friend Piers had inflicted the day before. Dudley smiles in satisfaction at the pain in Harry's face and settling back in his seat to watch the program. Harry picked up the phone. "He-hello?" he stuttered, praying that it was Dr. Granger.
"Hullo, may I please speak with Mr. Vernon Dursley? This is his nephew's psychologist, Dr. Granger. Please tell him it's urgent," said the voice on the other end.
"Oh, hi Dr. Granger! It's Harry!" Harry squeaked slightly in his excitement.
"Harry! It's wonderful to hear from you again, m'boy (a/n: do English people say "boy"?). Hermione says hello!"
"I'll go get my uncle now then, sir," Harry said. He glanced at Dudley, who was engrossed in the telly, and dropped his voice to a whisper. "Could you perhaps not mention magic to him, sir? It might upset him."
"Of course, of course. No need to worry!"
Harry put the phone down and shouted, "Uncle Vernon! Telephone for you!"
Vernon lumbered down the stairs and snatched the phone. "Yes?" he barked. "Yes, this is Vernon Dursley. You're what?!"
Harry snuck back upstairs and lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. Over the summer, he's received some Muggle glow-in-the-dark stars, which Ron's older brothers Fred and George had bewitched to spray water whenever someone said "Good night." Harry plucked them off the ceiling and stuffed them into his trunk along with his school supplies. Then he lay back down and waited for the yells.
If he strained his ears, he could hear Vernon's rumbling voice still on the phone with the doctor. His uncle's voice was sort of soothing from a distance, and Harry began to nod off. Then Harry suddenly heard Aunt Petunia shriek, "WHAT?!" and he almost leapt out of bed. He listened to her quick footsteps pitter-pattering up the stairs, and composed his face into a mask of innocence, trying to conceal a grin.
"Boy! Harry!" she squealed, her voice quivering. "Pack your bags now, you're going on a little trip for the rest of the holidays!" she yelped, and pounded on the door for good measure.
He opened the door slowly, and asked sweetly, "Where am I going, Aunt Petunia?" then smiled devilishly.
"Don't ask questions!" she began to snap, then stopped herself. "Just for a visit!" she exclaimed brightly. "Come on, now, hurry up!" Then she bustled back down the stairs.
Harry remained seated on the bed, thinking how nice it was to have a few moments to himself. Then he sat up, and dragged his trunk around the room a few times to make it sound like he was packing.
Twenty minutes later, Harry heard a car horn outside, and he leapt to his feet and grabbed his trunk and his owl Hedwig's cage. "Harry," Uncle Vernon called, his voice cracking. "Your car's here!"
Harry raced down the stairs as fast as his trunk would allow. "Bye, Aunt Petunia! Bye, Uncle Vernon! Bye, Dudley! See you next hols!" Then he sped out the door and towards the car as the door to the house slammed behind him.
He saw the vaguely familiar face of Hermione's father getting out of the car. "Hullo, Dr. Granger!" Harry called out. "Thanks so much for rescuing me!"
"Of course, of course," replied the doctor a little nervously. "Hermione told me it was urgent, and from the sound of that fellow on the phone, it was. Didn't sound too pleasant to me. And I am a 'doctor,' so really, it wasn't much of a stretch. I threw in a few dentistry terms just to confuse him, and that was that! Now," he continued, more briskly, "do get in the car, Hermione's been frantic to see you!"
Harry threw his trunk into the back of the cage, stowed Hedwig in the front seat, and climbed in next to the brown-haired figure on the driver's side. Keeping her face turned away from him, Hermione began to speak, "Oh Harry I'm so glad we've got you out of there your family sounds awful Dad told me how mean your uncle was to him and I can't turn around because what if they recognize me and realize it was a lie you could get in serious trouble with the Muggles Dumbledore said it was okay if we rescued you but I wasn't sure if the police would see it the same way!"
Head spinning a little from the deluge of words, Harry replied, "Thanks so much, Hermione, the summer was getting to be so awful! They locked me in my room again, just for doing my homework. Honestly, it was terrible…" Then he trailed off, at a loss for words.
Dr. Granger started the car. After a few moments, Hermione turned around.
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Um, I don't know what to say after this yet. SORRY! Please please please review!
