Chapter 4: The Thoughts

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JackSparrowLass: And the 4th Chapter begins!

On a bed at number four, Private Drive, laid a tall, skinny boy of nearly 16 named Harry Potter. He laid there; his magnificent green eyes alighted with wakefulness. Harry was thinking about the night he had experienced just hours ago. Dobby the house elf had been there. He remembered how Dobby had said the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore, had sent him to watch Harry. That bothered him at first, because it gave him the impression that nobody trusted him to be on his own. But then it came to him that Lord Voldemort, the one who must not be named, was very much alive and powerful with the only purpose: to destroy Harry.

So he had decided that he'd best just go along with it, and stay close at where he was staying, hence the warning everyone had given him at the end of last term. Moody, Lupin, Tonks and the others, they were concerned about him and wanted him to stay inside as much as possible and not expose himself to danger. Yea, thought Harry, and never get away from the Durseleys...easy for them to say, they don't live here...

Oh, but what nobody knew was that Harry wasn't really doing any of their biddings. He wasn't being a good little boy and staying inside all the time. Well, some nights, like the last, he would just do that, but other nights were different. They all thought I would give in that easily, did they? Said a sneaky voice in Harry's head, not this time!

No, Harry wasn't being good at all that summer. He'd been sneaking out after dark, to stretch out his limbs and get some fresh night air on certain nights, when he couldn't have cared less about sleep. After he was sure that all the Durseleys were sound asleep, (he could tell this by the unmoving silent, only broken by a certain snoring sound of them) he would silently get dressed and creep out of his bedroom window. He would first land soundlessly on the roof below, then hang on his hands from the roof, and climb down on the rope made of tied pieces of clothing, which he tied on every night he'd wanted to sneak out, and land softly on the ground. Nobody had ever noticed him doing this because he had his father's invisibility cloak with him, not that he needed it. Nobody ever looked out their window to spy on him anyway, but he just wanted to be careful.

The risk would've been what made it fun…

Harry shook the voice of his godfather aside and proceeded. He really didn't want to have to think about it much.

He was going to do it again that night. He had been staying in for almost that whole week now, and that was a record, considering he'd gone almost every single day the weeks before this.

But wait...Dobby was supposed to have been watching me…thought Harry, oh, right, my invisibility cloak, thanks heavens for that! Harry sighed with relief. He would have to be more careful tonight. He would not take off his invisibility cloak even if he could risk it….but wait a minute….he had taken off his invisibility cloak before hasn't he…why hadn't Dobby mentioned it? Perhaps on those nights Harry had been lucky and Dobby wasn't there? Perhaps…

Right then! That was the fourth chapter! Please review; good or bad comments; I'll take 'em. Thanks for reading!