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AN: Please review I want this to be at least ten chapters. I will work on this for the week. I have nothing to do.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter two: He is back in action
Harry,
Dad said that it was Fred and George that did that to your set. Mum pitched a fit at them. She said, "They have never had respect for muggles, even if they don't like them they must still avoid contact with them. It could have gotten you into trouble," well it was something like that. Anyway we are back at Headquarters. They are trying to find a way to communicate with each other without danger of interception and Hermione is trying to convince them to use one of her ideas. She is devastated that Kreacher has been decapitate and hung on the wall. Lupin has tried to explain to her that it was what he wanted, but Hermione can't get beyond the killing before his time. They have hinted that they will go and get you very soon but I haven't yet been told when.
Ron
Harry threw the letter to the ground; he would never know when they were coming to get him. He hoped it was soon. The set was fixed now but Uncle Vernon had not been happy. Harry's birthday was in two days and he did not want to be ignored by an entire household on that day. He sat in the shade of a tree and picked the mud out of the bottom of his shoes. The longer grass tickled his hands as he ran his palms over it. Uncle Vernon had told him to mow the lawn today but Harry was still contemplating whether or not to do it. He slowly got up and walked to the shed where the cutter was kept and he set it in the grass and pulled the chord. It whizzed and sputtered and with a finial put from Harry kicked to life. Harry pushed the loud cutter up and down the yard making perfect rows in the grass. He turned off the cutter and replaced it in the shed and got a pair of pruners from a shelf. He pruned the 67 shrubs by hand and left neat little piles of the clippings. He then weeded the flowerbeds and then washed his hands. His family was out in London for the day buying Dudley extra large uniforms for Smeltings.
Harry smiled knowing that his Uncle would not be able to criticize the way he had worked the yard. He entered the house and drew himself a glass of water. He wondered if them would come collect him today now that the Dursleys were gone. He went up onto his room and decide to pack his trunk just in case.
Harry put all his old school robes in a pile on his bedroom floor. He had again grown a few inches and there was no way he could wear them to school this year. He put them in a bag and made a mental not to give them to Mrs. Weasley; she would know what to do with them. He then folded his invisibility cloak and his sneak-o-scope. He had the entire bottom of his trunk filled up about a foot high with books. Harry wanted a bigger trunk. He would have to get it at Diagon Alley. He put his finished homework in and his quills and an inkwell. He put in his muggle clothes and made a nice folded pile in the corner of his room of clothes that he had outgrown, there was no point taking them with him. Harry sat on his trunk and quickly fastened the buckles. He cleaned Hedwig's filthy cage and then lay on his bed waiting.
Harry awoke the next morning still at four, Privet Drive. Hedwig sat on her perch asleep and a dead mouse lay on Harry's floor. He picked it up by the tail and like a gnome he flung it out of his window. Harry looked sadly at his broomstick and trunk. His sighed and got out of bed. He opened his trunk got dressed and walked down the stairs. Dudley sat at the table, with his plateful of eggs and bacon, watching the tube. Harry took a plate with a slice of toast and sat down to watch the news with his portly cousin. The castor on the television looked a bit sick. He was green in the face and he held a slip of paper in front of him like a veil. "Look at this father," cackled Dudley. Harry listened very closely. "This morning 126 people staying at the Jillian Hotel were found dead in their rooms. The exhaust system of the hotel is under investigation. At this morning eight all the occupants of a large building in Whales died suddenly. There were 10 other locations in England where all the occupants of buildings have died. The government has assured us that there is a problem with clean air return and it will be looked into immediately.
Harry had stopped eating. The food that he had swallowed was now lodged in his throat. Dudley kept shoveling food into his mouth. Harry could feel his blood boil. He knocked Dudley's plate to the ground. "How can you eat?" Harry shouted, " Did you hear what the man said?" Dudley looked to his father who stood in the doorway ready to leave. "What on earth?" Putted Vernon "Stop your babbling." "He is back don't you get it," Harry cried " Your type (he spit) is now in grave danger. He won't stop unless we can stop him. I have to kill him or be killed, don't you get it?" Harry grabbed on to Vernon's collar and rattled him. Vernon got out of his grasp and ran out the door with a loud whine. Petunia looked at Harry with forgiving eyes. She knew what it meant.
Harry sat in bed his scar did not allow him to rest. It burned the burn of victory. Harry's eyes watered and he knew that he would be forgiven about amid the sudden rush at Headquarters. Harry curled up and traced his scar with his wand over and over. Harry found it not soothing but distracting. He found then next morning that he had drifted off to sleep. The clock read 6:58 and he watched the numbers change until 7: 00. He got sluggishly out of bed and went down to eat.
At the kitchen table Harry found Mrs. Weasley drinking coffee with Petunia. Harry jumped from surprise and was embraced by Mrs. Wesley's strong arms. "Harry, You heard what happened you poor dear," She soothed, "come let's fetch your things and we'll be off." Harry nodded and he waved to Petunia who waved back. " Thank you for the coffee." Mrs. Weasley said and with that she hurried Harry up the stairs.
Harry stood in his room all his stuff tied to his trunk. " now listen one more time," said Mrs. Weasley "We we'll take this portkey to the square then we'll need to hurry to the house". Harry nodded and then he touched the chipped mug and felt the familiar tug behind his navel.
AN: Please review I want this to be at least ten chapters. I will work on this for the week. I have nothing to do.
A Dance of Satisfaction
Chapter two: He is back in action
Harry,
Dad said that it was Fred and George that did that to your set. Mum pitched a fit at them. She said, "They have never had respect for muggles, even if they don't like them they must still avoid contact with them. It could have gotten you into trouble," well it was something like that. Anyway we are back at Headquarters. They are trying to find a way to communicate with each other without danger of interception and Hermione is trying to convince them to use one of her ideas. She is devastated that Kreacher has been decapitate and hung on the wall. Lupin has tried to explain to her that it was what he wanted, but Hermione can't get beyond the killing before his time. They have hinted that they will go and get you very soon but I haven't yet been told when.
Ron
Harry threw the letter to the ground; he would never know when they were coming to get him. He hoped it was soon. The set was fixed now but Uncle Vernon had not been happy. Harry's birthday was in two days and he did not want to be ignored by an entire household on that day. He sat in the shade of a tree and picked the mud out of the bottom of his shoes. The longer grass tickled his hands as he ran his palms over it. Uncle Vernon had told him to mow the lawn today but Harry was still contemplating whether or not to do it. He slowly got up and walked to the shed where the cutter was kept and he set it in the grass and pulled the chord. It whizzed and sputtered and with a finial put from Harry kicked to life. Harry pushed the loud cutter up and down the yard making perfect rows in the grass. He turned off the cutter and replaced it in the shed and got a pair of pruners from a shelf. He pruned the 67 shrubs by hand and left neat little piles of the clippings. He then weeded the flowerbeds and then washed his hands. His family was out in London for the day buying Dudley extra large uniforms for Smeltings.
Harry smiled knowing that his Uncle would not be able to criticize the way he had worked the yard. He entered the house and drew himself a glass of water. He wondered if them would come collect him today now that the Dursleys were gone. He went up onto his room and decide to pack his trunk just in case.
Harry put all his old school robes in a pile on his bedroom floor. He had again grown a few inches and there was no way he could wear them to school this year. He put them in a bag and made a mental not to give them to Mrs. Weasley; she would know what to do with them. He then folded his invisibility cloak and his sneak-o-scope. He had the entire bottom of his trunk filled up about a foot high with books. Harry wanted a bigger trunk. He would have to get it at Diagon Alley. He put his finished homework in and his quills and an inkwell. He put in his muggle clothes and made a nice folded pile in the corner of his room of clothes that he had outgrown, there was no point taking them with him. Harry sat on his trunk and quickly fastened the buckles. He cleaned Hedwig's filthy cage and then lay on his bed waiting.
Harry awoke the next morning still at four, Privet Drive. Hedwig sat on her perch asleep and a dead mouse lay on Harry's floor. He picked it up by the tail and like a gnome he flung it out of his window. Harry looked sadly at his broomstick and trunk. His sighed and got out of bed. He opened his trunk got dressed and walked down the stairs. Dudley sat at the table, with his plateful of eggs and bacon, watching the tube. Harry took a plate with a slice of toast and sat down to watch the news with his portly cousin. The castor on the television looked a bit sick. He was green in the face and he held a slip of paper in front of him like a veil. "Look at this father," cackled Dudley. Harry listened very closely. "This morning 126 people staying at the Jillian Hotel were found dead in their rooms. The exhaust system of the hotel is under investigation. At this morning eight all the occupants of a large building in Whales died suddenly. There were 10 other locations in England where all the occupants of buildings have died. The government has assured us that there is a problem with clean air return and it will be looked into immediately.
Harry had stopped eating. The food that he had swallowed was now lodged in his throat. Dudley kept shoveling food into his mouth. Harry could feel his blood boil. He knocked Dudley's plate to the ground. "How can you eat?" Harry shouted, " Did you hear what the man said?" Dudley looked to his father who stood in the doorway ready to leave. "What on earth?" Putted Vernon "Stop your babbling." "He is back don't you get it," Harry cried " Your type (he spit) is now in grave danger. He won't stop unless we can stop him. I have to kill him or be killed, don't you get it?" Harry grabbed on to Vernon's collar and rattled him. Vernon got out of his grasp and ran out the door with a loud whine. Petunia looked at Harry with forgiving eyes. She knew what it meant.
Harry sat in bed his scar did not allow him to rest. It burned the burn of victory. Harry's eyes watered and he knew that he would be forgiven about amid the sudden rush at Headquarters. Harry curled up and traced his scar with his wand over and over. Harry found it not soothing but distracting. He found then next morning that he had drifted off to sleep. The clock read 6:58 and he watched the numbers change until 7: 00. He got sluggishly out of bed and went down to eat.
At the kitchen table Harry found Mrs. Weasley drinking coffee with Petunia. Harry jumped from surprise and was embraced by Mrs. Wesley's strong arms. "Harry, You heard what happened you poor dear," She soothed, "come let's fetch your things and we'll be off." Harry nodded and he waved to Petunia who waved back. " Thank you for the coffee." Mrs. Weasley said and with that she hurried Harry up the stairs.
Harry stood in his room all his stuff tied to his trunk. " now listen one more time," said Mrs. Weasley "We we'll take this portkey to the square then we'll need to hurry to the house". Harry nodded and then he touched the chipped mug and felt the familiar tug behind his navel.