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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Three - The Midnight Visitor
The next day went by slowly for Harry. He had been dragged to the usual dull birthday celebration for Dudley. The only upside had ben the birthday card he had received that morning from Hermione. What with his horrible living conditions, he never remembered his own birthday approaching.
That night, Harry was lying in bed trying to fall asleep when something made him sit upright. He wasn't sure if he had been dreaming since he had been drifting in and out of sleep. Trying to stay as quiet as he could, Harry listened intently. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding loud in his ears.
Just when Harry was about to dismiss it as a dream, he heard the familiar creak of a floorboard. Whatever it was, it was out in the hallway. Gathering up his courage, Harry got up and flung the door open, ready to face his foe. His heart dropped and he could feel the heat rising to his face.
"WHAT is the matter with you!?" came Uncle Vernon's booming voice. "It's the middle of the night! Are you bloody well trying to give me a heart attack??"
Harry's eyes dropped to the ground, not letting on that a heart attack wouldn't be so bad for his Uncle. "Sorry Uncle Vernon." he mumbled apologetically.
Harry closed the door on his uncle who was muttering to himself about "that wizard boy" and "how peculiar" he was. Harry didn't understand it. Why was he so jumpy? It just didn't make any sense. Finally settled back under his comforter, Harry began to drift off to sleep once again.
This time, there was a distinct noise outside his door. He sat up once again and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. What a long night this was going to be, he thought. Being absolutley cautious and silent, he leaned against his door to try and listen through the old wood.
A soft but sharp knock caused him to jump back in alarm. He didn't answer and the knock repeated itself, this time with more urgency.
With trembling hands, Harry opened the door slightly and peeked out. What he didn't expect was to see a pair of familiar eyes peering back down at him. He threw the door open and excitedly, but quietly, greeted the surprise viitor. "Sirius! You're actually here!" He immediately regretted making that slip of the tongue. Harry didn't want Sirius to think he had doubted his own godfather's credibility.
Sirius had a good nature about it though. He chuckled and said "So are you going to let me in or should I wait until your aunt or uncle catches me here?" Harry backed out of the doorframe to let him through. "Ah... so this is where you stay... Nice..."
Harry smiled modestly. "You don't need to be polite. I know it's not much."
"Nonsense!" Sirius replied heartily. "Well, come on now. Grab your stuff! We're off to visit the Weasley's!"
Only hesitating for one moment, Harry whipped his closet door open and retrieved all that he would need at Hogwarts. his heart as soaring and the excitement was building. This was it! Sirius was finally taking him away from the horrible Dursley's!
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Harry Potter and the Scottish Play
Chapter Three - The Midnight Visitor
The next day went by slowly for Harry. He had been dragged to the usual dull birthday celebration for Dudley. The only upside had ben the birthday card he had received that morning from Hermione. What with his horrible living conditions, he never remembered his own birthday approaching.
That night, Harry was lying in bed trying to fall asleep when something made him sit upright. He wasn't sure if he had been dreaming since he had been drifting in and out of sleep. Trying to stay as quiet as he could, Harry listened intently. His breathing was heavy and his heart was pounding loud in his ears.
Just when Harry was about to dismiss it as a dream, he heard the familiar creak of a floorboard. Whatever it was, it was out in the hallway. Gathering up his courage, Harry got up and flung the door open, ready to face his foe. His heart dropped and he could feel the heat rising to his face.
"WHAT is the matter with you!?" came Uncle Vernon's booming voice. "It's the middle of the night! Are you bloody well trying to give me a heart attack??"
Harry's eyes dropped to the ground, not letting on that a heart attack wouldn't be so bad for his Uncle. "Sorry Uncle Vernon." he mumbled apologetically.
Harry closed the door on his uncle who was muttering to himself about "that wizard boy" and "how peculiar" he was. Harry didn't understand it. Why was he so jumpy? It just didn't make any sense. Finally settled back under his comforter, Harry began to drift off to sleep once again.
This time, there was a distinct noise outside his door. He sat up once again and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. What a long night this was going to be, he thought. Being absolutley cautious and silent, he leaned against his door to try and listen through the old wood.
A soft but sharp knock caused him to jump back in alarm. He didn't answer and the knock repeated itself, this time with more urgency.
With trembling hands, Harry opened the door slightly and peeked out. What he didn't expect was to see a pair of familiar eyes peering back down at him. He threw the door open and excitedly, but quietly, greeted the surprise viitor. "Sirius! You're actually here!" He immediately regretted making that slip of the tongue. Harry didn't want Sirius to think he had doubted his own godfather's credibility.
Sirius had a good nature about it though. He chuckled and said "So are you going to let me in or should I wait until your aunt or uncle catches me here?" Harry backed out of the doorframe to let him through. "Ah... so this is where you stay... Nice..."
Harry smiled modestly. "You don't need to be polite. I know it's not much."
"Nonsense!" Sirius replied heartily. "Well, come on now. Grab your stuff! We're off to visit the Weasley's!"
Only hesitating for one moment, Harry whipped his closet door open and retrieved all that he would need at Hogwarts. his heart as soaring and the excitement was building. This was it! Sirius was finally taking him away from the horrible Dursley's!