To JackSparrowLass: Here's your 3rd chapter!
That day at Private Drive was hardly any different. Harry had made an unwanted presence of his in the kitchen and was, as usual, unnoticed and ignored by all. Dudley was eating his "rabbit food", his tiny eyes were glued to the television, blinking only when he most direly must. Uncle Vernon was reading the morning paper with his ruddy porky face buried behind it all. Aunt Petunia was scrubbing the kitchen counter, her horse-face set and unchanging. As if it isn't clean enough already, thought Harry, any more scrubbing and she might as well start wearing sunglasses to protect her eyes from the bright shine.
Harry plopped down on the chair at the kitchen table and Aunt Petunia reluctantly placed in front of him a plate filled with grape fruit not even a quarter of Dudley's. They were starving him yet again, but he was too used to it to care anymore. Besides, he knew his friends had came to his aid and sent him food, which was securely hidden under the loose floorboard in Harry's bedroom at that very moment. Harry enjoyed the thought that he had cakes and pastries waiting for him to eat them in his room, while Dudley scarcely had even half of those tasty things. All he had was his usual grape fruit, considering he was still on diet. Oh, the thought of seeing the look on Dudley's face if he knew...
The elation that appeared in Harry's mind moments before had disappeared completely after what happened next. An owl had soared right through the window where Aunt Petunia was washing the dishes and she uttered a blood-curdling shriek. Uncle Vernon's face turned a dangerous shade of puce, as he dropped the papers, looking alarmed.
"OWLS! What have I told you last year, boy!? Get it out of my sight! Now!"
Harry hastily shoved the last little piece of grapefruit into his mouth and dived for the owl. He untied it and urged the owl to get lost. It was, of course, addressed to him, with a familiar writing that Harry knew only too well. Ron, Harry beamed in his heart, while keeping a content expression as to be careful not to show the Dursleys that he was happy.
Everyone was watching him, as if waiting for him to bring them some sort of news.
"Err...it's for me.." said Harry, not knowing what exactly he should've said.
"Darn right it is! Who else but the likes of- of you would send posts by ruddy owls!?" Sputtered Uncle Vernon.
Harry chose to exercise his right to remain silent and opened his letter, while Uncle Vernon glared at him and Aunt Petunia went back to washing dishes. Dudley pretended to return to watching television, but Harry was certain that he was keeping an ear out, waiting for Harry to be screamed at or get in some kind of trouble.
Harry,
Hi, I hope you're having a decent summer. I've been doing nothing much lately, and have been wanting you to come and stay. Mum reckons you should tell the muggles, but you know we'd come for you whether they like it or not. Be ready by this Saturday will you? Dad doesn't trust those muggles you live with, of course. They're the dangerous sort of human beings. We'll have to come by Floo Powder, mind you, so it would be best if you warned the muggles. Well, see you in two days! Don't let the muggles get to you!
Ron.
Joy to the world, I'm leaving! Thought Harry and his heart leapt so high. He was going away from the Dursleys! Oh joy, he just couldn't wait till-
"Well?!"
And Harry jumped. He'd almost forgotten that Uncle Vernon was still there. Oh blast, here it goes.
"Well, err, those wiz- people," Harry had almost said wizards by mistake, "the Weasleys, the onse I stayed with for the past summers, er..they want me to go again, this Saturday. And they said they'd be coming by floo- by the fireplace, like they did once before. So they just wanted me to tell you that. That's all."
"GOOD! The sooner you get out of here the better! Now go!"
And Harry left for his bedroom to think on what happened last night.
I'll be updating sooner now. Sorry about before, I just wasn't getting any reviews, so I figured I'd wait. Well, bye now!
