Chapter 4
"Hurry, let's go!" cried Harry desperately. Harry quickly gathered all his
belongings (schoolbooks, cauldron, robes, etc.) and shoved them into his trunk. He
grabbed Hedwig's cage and was ready to go.
"Boy, you'd better not have one of your wizard friends in there! Now let me in!
Open this door now!" shouted Mr. Dursley, his voice filled with abdominal anger.
Harry had a sudden thought.
"Never mind that, dear uncle. It's just my murdering godfather. You know, the
one convicted of massacring a whole street full of people, " Harry called to his Uncle.
Harry heard a wave of nervous whispers from outside his door, and the creaking of stairs
as his uncle and anyone else who was up there cautiously sneaked down them.
"Okay, he's gone," Harry said to Sirius.
"That was bloody brilliant, Harry, if I do say so myself," replied Sirius.
"Yeah, well." responded Harry. "Let's get going. But, if you don't mind me
asking, how are we to get there?"
" Oh Harry, how I forget how little you know. This is a Travel Broom. For
traveling long distances and things like that."
"Oh, sorry," mumbled Harry." Didn't know they made such things."
"Well, let's just get in the sky," said Sirius, as he picked up his now slightly bent
broomstick. Sirius climbed on the front end, and produced a wand from his front robe
pocket. He muttered a short spell, Taro Comparto, and a large compartment pooped out
of the broom. "You can put your belongings in there." said Sirius. Harry struggled to lift
his heavy case into the trunk, and with a final grunt, threw it into the space. He grabbed
Hedwig's cage and let him out.
"You can fly with us, Hedwig," said Harry to the happy owl. He shoved the cage
into the compartment, and with a final tap from Sirius's wand, the compartment slid shut.
Harry didn't even question how this had happened. He'd long since learned to trust
magic.
"Now hop on," instructed Sirius. "And let's get goin'." Harry climbed on the back
of the broom. As he got his grip, his hand accidentally brushed Sirius's rump. His hand
slid into his crack. "Watch it, boy. What are you trying to do to me?" asked Sirius
furiously.
"Sorry, I accidentally touched you when I was getting on," muttered Harry.
"Let's just go," said Sirius, giving Harry a strange look. Sirius leaned back, and
they lifted off the ground. They were off.
"Hurry, let's go!" cried Harry desperately. Harry quickly gathered all his
belongings (schoolbooks, cauldron, robes, etc.) and shoved them into his trunk. He
grabbed Hedwig's cage and was ready to go.
"Boy, you'd better not have one of your wizard friends in there! Now let me in!
Open this door now!" shouted Mr. Dursley, his voice filled with abdominal anger.
Harry had a sudden thought.
"Never mind that, dear uncle. It's just my murdering godfather. You know, the
one convicted of massacring a whole street full of people, " Harry called to his Uncle.
Harry heard a wave of nervous whispers from outside his door, and the creaking of stairs
as his uncle and anyone else who was up there cautiously sneaked down them.
"Okay, he's gone," Harry said to Sirius.
"That was bloody brilliant, Harry, if I do say so myself," replied Sirius.
"Yeah, well." responded Harry. "Let's get going. But, if you don't mind me
asking, how are we to get there?"
" Oh Harry, how I forget how little you know. This is a Travel Broom. For
traveling long distances and things like that."
"Oh, sorry," mumbled Harry." Didn't know they made such things."
"Well, let's just get in the sky," said Sirius, as he picked up his now slightly bent
broomstick. Sirius climbed on the front end, and produced a wand from his front robe
pocket. He muttered a short spell, Taro Comparto, and a large compartment pooped out
of the broom. "You can put your belongings in there." said Sirius. Harry struggled to lift
his heavy case into the trunk, and with a final grunt, threw it into the space. He grabbed
Hedwig's cage and let him out.
"You can fly with us, Hedwig," said Harry to the happy owl. He shoved the cage
into the compartment, and with a final tap from Sirius's wand, the compartment slid shut.
Harry didn't even question how this had happened. He'd long since learned to trust
magic.
"Now hop on," instructed Sirius. "And let's get goin'." Harry climbed on the back
of the broom. As he got his grip, his hand accidentally brushed Sirius's rump. His hand
slid into his crack. "Watch it, boy. What are you trying to do to me?" asked Sirius
furiously.
"Sorry, I accidentally touched you when I was getting on," muttered Harry.
"Let's just go," said Sirius, giving Harry a strange look. Sirius leaned back, and
they lifted off the ground. They were off.