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Harry Potter and the Palace of Skies!

CHAPTER 1. A purple haze lay playfully over the houses of Privet Drive. The night drew ever closer and an unusual silence floated around. The people who had once been happily outdoors had long since filed inside and the animals gone home. The only person who had not been enjoying the warmth of the day was upstairs in his bedroom at number 4 privet drive. A head of messy black hair and emerald green eyes, clothes ripped and stretched. A teenage boy, limply hanging over his bed. Harry Potter had been in his bedroom all summer; he did not really care what his uncle and aunt thought about this, they would usually lock him up there anyway. Downstairs hearty laughs were coming from the lounge room, the Dursleys. Hedwig had flown off earlier, and Harry had no company for the night. Half- heartedly he stared out his bedroom window (from an upside down point of view,) and sighed. Hedwig had still not come back and nothing unusual seemed to lurk outside his window; well, nothing interesting, to say the least. It was steadily growing darker, and the laughter and chatter from downstairs had died off. Harry, changed position to a neat ball curled up inside his bed and was almost asleep when he heard tapping from the outside of his window. Angrily getting up, he opened the window to let his owl Hedwig inside. "Hedwig, I was almost asleep!" He complained, "What is so important?" It was then he noticed the pale-blue envelope attached to her leg. Hedwig gave a cheerful hoot, as Harry took it from her, and flew over to her cage. Turning the letter slowly over, he noticed that it was addressed, indeed, to him. Yet, he did not recognize the writing.
DEAR MR H. POTTER. As you know, the ministry has begun actions, to defeat he-who-must-not-be- named. Yet, they have had no luck finding him. until now. Last night, the ministry discovered his new hiding place. Although it was just a tip off, it was proved right. After much searching the ministry found evidence of where he was headed tonight. As it seems, he was headed after you. We now, believe it unsafe to leave you in the hands of the Dursleys, and you are to
be watched by Jamie Nugger; until further notice. We are sending him to
pick you up at exactly 12:00, midnight, please be ready with all your
things.
Yours truly, Haprun Nearveiw (minister of magic) Harry, groaned 'Now, they believe it unsafe!' . He was neither excited nor scared. After his last year, not many emotions passed through him. Except for anger and sadness. Nevertheless, he hurried to get everything packed.

About midnight Harry was packed and ready to leave, with only one complication: The Dursleys. Dudley who was sleeping quietly in his room was no problem, likewise Petunia. Vernon was the problem; every night of the summer holidays to date, he had done room checks. Harry was beginning to wonder if he ever slept! Even as he was thinking this Mr Dursley was getting ready for another 'inspection.' Quiet as a mouse, Harry had placed his luggage by the door and moved his drawer over the door, to block anyone from getting in. hoping Vernon would not get too mad. Suddenly Hedwig awoke from her sleep, startled to find herself in yet another place in the room. As if warning Harry of something, she began to hoot. Only quietly, and poke her head out the window. Quite quickly Harry turned around and stared blankly out the darkness of the outside. A noise from the window startled the both of them, yet there was non-one as such there. "G'day Harry!" someone said, and materialising in front of the closed window was a man. Harry almost instantly opened the small bedroom window and asked, "Are you Jamie Nugger?" The strange man replied simply, "yes!" Then looked over at Harry's belongings and muttered some strange incantation under his breath. Surprisingly Harry's entire luggage disappeared, with a loud pop. Harry looked around the room, silent; waiting for the Dursley's to appear. Mr. Dursley grunted, but other than that everything seemed ready to go. "How. How. are we getting there?" Harry asked, shivering. It was quite cold with the window open. "By this!" and he again, muttered the strange incantation under his breath. Although there was no wand or potion, Harry suddenly began to feel dizzy and light-headed. Everything around him swirled and changed colours. After what seemed like endless hours, Harry felt his feet hit ground. Still quite dizzy he almost fell over, but caught himself in time to save embarrassment. "Not too bad, for you I hope!" Jamie's voice sounded, as Harry's mind began to stop swirling.