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************ The Beginning
Harry was writing a letter to his friend Ron. Saying it was getting a little weird around the Dusleys. They act little odd and not so much cold heart. He was remembering the first two weeks of his summer holidays, and the day he found out. They were treating him like he was the best thing that ever happens. He thought they came to their sense when the order had a chat with them, but one night when Harry was going down stairs to get a midnight snack. He saw a white figure talking to his aunt and uncle from the stairs. At first he thought he was seeing things, but when it said something about Voldemort. He knew something was up. He quietly went back up the stairs.
"Well, I guess I can put a good word in for you stupid fat ass pig," growled the white figure. Uncle Vernon was on his hands and knees.
"Yes, please, and I beg of you to stop control my family," Vernon pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but that's very unnecessary, and if I come back here to find there is no Harry Potter. There is going to be trouble," The white figure held a wand to Dudley as Petunia let out a whimper.
"Comply understand," Vernon's voice was shaking with fear.
"Good, you guys can have your bodies for now. I'll be back in the morning," The White figure disappear as the Dusleys gather together and hugged each other. Vernon looked up at the ceiling and gave it such an evil looking.
Harry was lightly panting as he leaned against the door and slide down to the floor. He held his face in his hands. He couldn't believe what he heard. He needs to warn someone, but whom? Then Professor Dumbledor had pop in his head, but he really didn't bother the Professor too much. Times like these, he wishes that his godfather Sirius were still alive. Thinking about Sirius had made Harry sad and made him forget what had happen downstairs. He stared at the ceiling hoping his answers to his questions would come falling. He slowly shook his head and stood up and went to smash the lamp on his nightstand.
He began to cry as he slides off the nightstand. A piece of the lamp got stuck in his hand, and he was bleeding, but he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted someone to be there for his troubles. Downstairs, Vernon heard the crush, and he wonder what shall he do. He slowly let go of his family, telling them it was late. They all march up the stairs, and Dudley disappears into his room. Petunia waited next to hers as she looked at Vernon.
"Vernon?"
"Go on Petunia, I need to do something," he said soft.
"Just remember, you can't tell him," Petunia sighed sadly as she went into her room. Vernon took a gulp as he knocked on Harry's door.
"Go away!" Harry mutter through his sobs. Vernon sighed as he tried again and open the door. " I said go away!" Harry picks up something glass and threw it at the door. Vernon had just open when the glass hit the door. Harry looked at his uncle and covers his head with his hands. Vernon sighed as he walked into the room.
"Harry? Do you want to talk about?" Vernon wonder.
"Why should I" sniffled Harry. Vernon slowly walked over to Harry's bed and sat on it.
"Well, sometimes it's good to talk to someone about." Then he heard Harry let out a whimper. "What am I doing?" Vernon looked at the ceiling. "I'm talking the freak, well sorry there chap. You know, not you so different from us, so what if you have magic. That makes you someone special." Harry slowly turned around to look at hi uncle, who had a warm smile on his face.
"Heh, I must be dreaming because for once you're being nice," chuckled Harry as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. Vernon chuckled as well.
"Ya, well your not boy. Come, sit here with him," Vernon patted a spot beside him. Harry stood up and sat next to his uncle. "Harry, you're right, I haven't been nice to you. Well, and sometimes at nights I wonder why I'm so hard on you others I think it's my job to be cruel to you." Vernon looked at Harry. "Heh, you grown so much, and you would be leaving the nest soon." Harry had sworn that he heard his uncle sniffle. "Hmm, you're a good lad, but always remember I'm here for you even though I don't show. I'm always here for you." Then Harry saw a tear rolled down his uncle's cheek even though it was dark.
"Um, Uncle Vernon," Then Harry stop as he heard a grunt come from his uncle. "I'm sorry, I just didn't -" Then Harry realize his uncle was sobbing. "Uh, Vernon? Are you okay?" Harry was half smiling and half wondering what was going on.
"You called me uncle?" sobbed Vernon. Harry didn't think calling his uncle; uncle would be such an emotional thing. Vernon sniffled as he looked around. "Did you know Harry, that I was you first word when you came here," sniffled Vernon.
"You mean I said your name?" Harry said surprisingly. Vernon nodded.
"Yes, and such a happy baby you were. We got pictures -"
"You have to tell me you guys took pictures of my when I was young?" Harry looked at his uncle with shock.
"Of course, how would we not? You were such a cute baby when you were young. Then I as you grew up, I notice that Dudley was getting jealous of you. You seem you handsomer than him, so that's why there aren't any pictures up because Dudley would get jealous. His baby you know," Harry nodding and realizing how much his aunt and uncle loved him. "Harry, someday when you have children. You might realize how we felt about you," As Vernon was getting up, he stopped. "Oh yes, I have one thing to say. You appear to be in danger, I need you send out your owl to tell one of your freaky friends that you are, but not saying that you are in danger." With that, Vernon left Harry's room sobbing his eyes out.
Harry smiled softly as he lay in his bed looking at the ceiling. In the first time of sixteen years. He and his uncle had a chat. Then he remembers the reason why his uncle had did. He was in danger, and he had to tell someone. He took out a parchment and his Quill. He began to write what he had heard, and tried to make sense of what he was writing, but he had trouble. Because at the time he was in shocked and sleepy.
Soon enough he had fell a sleep, as tires took over his body. The next morning, He found that his room was clean and the parchment as good. He looked around and saw his owl was missing. He quickly got up and ran down the stairs.
"Has anyone of you seen Hedwig?" wonder Harry.
"Nope, but last night I seen it flew off. It seem to be in hurry, and I wonder why?" said Petunia as she flipped the pancakes. Harry looked over to his uncle, who looked back at him. He slowly walked over to the table and took a seat. "Why is there something wrong with?" wonder Petunia.
"No, nothing, I was just wondering where is it, but I forgot I had sent out." Harry smiled nervously.
"Really, how nice, well the first thing you can do after breakfast is wash the dishes, and Dudley well dry. Then you two can have a game of catch," smiled Petunia as she set plates down for breakfast.
"That's sounds like fun, really," Harry smiled at her.
Then he stared down at his plate; he looked at his uncle who was now busy looking at the paper. Harry shook his head in disbelieve that his uncle would write the letter. Now, after Harry had wrote down what had happen with in the two weeks. He attracted the letter to pig. "You know who to bring this to," smiled Harry. Pig gave a nip at Harry's sleeve and went zooming off into the orange, red, purple sky. Harry then went to lay in bed and stared in space for awhile. Then there was call from his aunt, telling him there is someone at the door. Harry sat up and said he would be down in a second. He looked around his room, and stuff his wand into his pocket. **************
A/N: I wonder who is at the door? Well you guys have to wait to find out! :D
************ The Beginning
Harry was writing a letter to his friend Ron. Saying it was getting a little weird around the Dusleys. They act little odd and not so much cold heart. He was remembering the first two weeks of his summer holidays, and the day he found out. They were treating him like he was the best thing that ever happens. He thought they came to their sense when the order had a chat with them, but one night when Harry was going down stairs to get a midnight snack. He saw a white figure talking to his aunt and uncle from the stairs. At first he thought he was seeing things, but when it said something about Voldemort. He knew something was up. He quietly went back up the stairs.
"Well, I guess I can put a good word in for you stupid fat ass pig," growled the white figure. Uncle Vernon was on his hands and knees.
"Yes, please, and I beg of you to stop control my family," Vernon pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but that's very unnecessary, and if I come back here to find there is no Harry Potter. There is going to be trouble," The white figure held a wand to Dudley as Petunia let out a whimper.
"Comply understand," Vernon's voice was shaking with fear.
"Good, you guys can have your bodies for now. I'll be back in the morning," The White figure disappear as the Dusleys gather together and hugged each other. Vernon looked up at the ceiling and gave it such an evil looking.
Harry was lightly panting as he leaned against the door and slide down to the floor. He held his face in his hands. He couldn't believe what he heard. He needs to warn someone, but whom? Then Professor Dumbledor had pop in his head, but he really didn't bother the Professor too much. Times like these, he wishes that his godfather Sirius were still alive. Thinking about Sirius had made Harry sad and made him forget what had happen downstairs. He stared at the ceiling hoping his answers to his questions would come falling. He slowly shook his head and stood up and went to smash the lamp on his nightstand.
He began to cry as he slides off the nightstand. A piece of the lamp got stuck in his hand, and he was bleeding, but he didn't care. He didn't care at all. He just wanted someone to be there for his troubles. Downstairs, Vernon heard the crush, and he wonder what shall he do. He slowly let go of his family, telling them it was late. They all march up the stairs, and Dudley disappears into his room. Petunia waited next to hers as she looked at Vernon.
"Vernon?"
"Go on Petunia, I need to do something," he said soft.
"Just remember, you can't tell him," Petunia sighed sadly as she went into her room. Vernon took a gulp as he knocked on Harry's door.
"Go away!" Harry mutter through his sobs. Vernon sighed as he tried again and open the door. " I said go away!" Harry picks up something glass and threw it at the door. Vernon had just open when the glass hit the door. Harry looked at his uncle and covers his head with his hands. Vernon sighed as he walked into the room.
"Harry? Do you want to talk about?" Vernon wonder.
"Why should I" sniffled Harry. Vernon slowly walked over to Harry's bed and sat on it.
"Well, sometimes it's good to talk to someone about." Then he heard Harry let out a whimper. "What am I doing?" Vernon looked at the ceiling. "I'm talking the freak, well sorry there chap. You know, not you so different from us, so what if you have magic. That makes you someone special." Harry slowly turned around to look at hi uncle, who had a warm smile on his face.
"Heh, I must be dreaming because for once you're being nice," chuckled Harry as he wipes his nose on his sleeve. Vernon chuckled as well.
"Ya, well your not boy. Come, sit here with him," Vernon patted a spot beside him. Harry stood up and sat next to his uncle. "Harry, you're right, I haven't been nice to you. Well, and sometimes at nights I wonder why I'm so hard on you others I think it's my job to be cruel to you." Vernon looked at Harry. "Heh, you grown so much, and you would be leaving the nest soon." Harry had sworn that he heard his uncle sniffle. "Hmm, you're a good lad, but always remember I'm here for you even though I don't show. I'm always here for you." Then Harry saw a tear rolled down his uncle's cheek even though it was dark.
"Um, Uncle Vernon," Then Harry stop as he heard a grunt come from his uncle. "I'm sorry, I just didn't -" Then Harry realize his uncle was sobbing. "Uh, Vernon? Are you okay?" Harry was half smiling and half wondering what was going on.
"You called me uncle?" sobbed Vernon. Harry didn't think calling his uncle; uncle would be such an emotional thing. Vernon sniffled as he looked around. "Did you know Harry, that I was you first word when you came here," sniffled Vernon.
"You mean I said your name?" Harry said surprisingly. Vernon nodded.
"Yes, and such a happy baby you were. We got pictures -"
"You have to tell me you guys took pictures of my when I was young?" Harry looked at his uncle with shock.
"Of course, how would we not? You were such a cute baby when you were young. Then I as you grew up, I notice that Dudley was getting jealous of you. You seem you handsomer than him, so that's why there aren't any pictures up because Dudley would get jealous. His baby you know," Harry nodding and realizing how much his aunt and uncle loved him. "Harry, someday when you have children. You might realize how we felt about you," As Vernon was getting up, he stopped. "Oh yes, I have one thing to say. You appear to be in danger, I need you send out your owl to tell one of your freaky friends that you are, but not saying that you are in danger." With that, Vernon left Harry's room sobbing his eyes out.
Harry smiled softly as he lay in his bed looking at the ceiling. In the first time of sixteen years. He and his uncle had a chat. Then he remembers the reason why his uncle had did. He was in danger, and he had to tell someone. He took out a parchment and his Quill. He began to write what he had heard, and tried to make sense of what he was writing, but he had trouble. Because at the time he was in shocked and sleepy.
Soon enough he had fell a sleep, as tires took over his body. The next morning, He found that his room was clean and the parchment as good. He looked around and saw his owl was missing. He quickly got up and ran down the stairs.
"Has anyone of you seen Hedwig?" wonder Harry.
"Nope, but last night I seen it flew off. It seem to be in hurry, and I wonder why?" said Petunia as she flipped the pancakes. Harry looked over to his uncle, who looked back at him. He slowly walked over to the table and took a seat. "Why is there something wrong with?" wonder Petunia.
"No, nothing, I was just wondering where is it, but I forgot I had sent out." Harry smiled nervously.
"Really, how nice, well the first thing you can do after breakfast is wash the dishes, and Dudley well dry. Then you two can have a game of catch," smiled Petunia as she set plates down for breakfast.
"That's sounds like fun, really," Harry smiled at her.
Then he stared down at his plate; he looked at his uncle who was now busy looking at the paper. Harry shook his head in disbelieve that his uncle would write the letter. Now, after Harry had wrote down what had happen with in the two weeks. He attracted the letter to pig. "You know who to bring this to," smiled Harry. Pig gave a nip at Harry's sleeve and went zooming off into the orange, red, purple sky. Harry then went to lay in bed and stared in space for awhile. Then there was call from his aunt, telling him there is someone at the door. Harry sat up and said he would be down in a second. He looked around his room, and stuff his wand into his pocket. **************
A/N: I wonder who is at the door? Well you guys have to wait to find out! :D