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a few later on. The foundation for this story was written by J.K.Rowling.
As Harry closed the door, still in a state of confusion has to wither or not he had just seen the face of his father's old friend Remus Lupin, smiling at him before it disappeared. He was so entranced that he didn't even see his Uncle Vernon standing there waiting for him, and it was only when he spoke that Harry realised that he was there.
'So.' he began. Harry didn't like the way that this was going because he could tell by the look on Uncle Vernon's face that he was either very anger or very worried. Perhaps, Harry thought, it was a little of both.
'What?' Harry asked innocently.
'So while you where gallivanting around the neighbourhood, some of those ruddy owls came flocking in here again dropping off more post.' This wasn't making any sense, why would he be worried? Harry usually found Uncle Vernon to be quite angry when owls had come into the house delivering him the post.
'They where not all addressed to you,' he continued, ' there was one for this Lupin character.'
At this Harry snapped to attention, why would there be post for Lupin here if Harry hadn't seen him. But then Harry thought as to what he was had just seen before he entered the house and now he was beginning to doubt wither it was indeed just a figment of his imagination.
But Uncle Vernon wasn't finished yet, 'so who is this Lupin? And what is he doing here? I don't want any more of your kind here then I have too.'
'I don't know why he has post here.' Harry answered, but Harry knew that Lupin must have been assigned to watch over Harry, the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had done so last summer and what made Harry think that they wouldn't be doing the same thing this year. 'As to who he is, he was on the train station when I came home.'
At this the colour seemed to fade in his Uncle's face, the memory of Mad-Eye threatening Uncle Vernon appeared to be fresh in his mind still. 'Well,' Uncle Vernon said, 'I think you know why he is here boy, but you just make sure he stays out of our way and doesn't come near our family. I don't want the neighbours asking funny questions.'
Harry nodded and began to proceed up the stairs to his room when he stopped and turned back to his Uncle, 'where are the letters?' Harry asked.
'Upstairs already,' his Uncle hissed as though the owls had been some sort of disgusting vermin and their letters a vile plague. 'And keep them out of sight of the neighbours!'
Harry went into his room and closed the door softly, he had managed to defuse his Uncle before he got angry. As Harry turned to read the letters that lay on his bed, he noticed that his owl Hedwig had returned from her earlier flight to tell the Order that he was still doing OK with the Dursley's. She nipped his finger affectionately before retreating to her cage to get some food and water. Harry glanced over and started flipping through the letters that lay on his bed. Two where from his friend's Ron and Hermonie telling him that they would soon see him and that all was still well in the Order (Not that they wrote that down on the parchment but Harry knew what they meant.). The other letter that lay on his bed was not one that Harry immediately but he soon knew who it was.
Dear Harry
I know that your Aunt and Uncle must be getting tired of the
owl post
By now but that can't be helped for now. I know that his is
unexpected but
We will soon be coming to get you for a stay with us. I think that
we should
Be arriving in 2 days on your birthday, it may not seem like much
but at
Least the cake should be good.
Take care Harry and we'll see you soon,
Remus Lupin
Harry stared at the letter for some time before he put it down. So Uncle Vernon had gotten it wrong, his old professor had written to him and not gotten a letter. But the image of Lupin still was clear in Harry's mind, had he seen ex-professor Lupin or was he simply just imagining things.
With his head still swimming Harry lad is head down on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.
It was early the next morning when Harry had woken from his usual nightmare. He looked over at his clock and groaned at the time, it was only 5:30. Harry knew that he might try to get back to sleep but he realised that it would be futile, he was already wide-awake and wouldn't get back to sleep easily.
So Harry quietly got up and crept across his room to the door where he gently opened it and closed it softly behind him. Still wearing his old jeans that were to big from him and one of Dudley's old t-shirts, Harry made his way downstairs and to the kitchen. His mind was groggy from sleep and he felt that he would become more clear minded if he could get something to fill his belly.
After a quick breakfast consisting of toast and juice, Harry put away his dishes and made softly for the door. As he reached started to pull on his shoes a grumpy voice spoke, 'Where are you off to at this hour?'
Harry looked up to see the still sleepy for of his cousin Dudley halfway down the stairs. 'Out for a walk,' Harry replied, returned to the matter of his battered shoes, 'didn't think anyone would mind especially since I never heard you come home last night. What's the matter? Latest victim gave you more trouble then you thought?'
'None of your business.' Dudley snapped, ' besides with the way you where talking in your sleep again it's no wonder that you never heard me.'
'Don't start with me Dudley.' Harry warned, 'I don't feel like taking anything from you today.'
But Dudley grinned and started saying in a mocking voice, 'Sirius, no Sirius come back! Sir-'
Dudley stopped as he saw what Harry had clutched in his hand; it was his wand, which he was stroking gently with his index finger. Even though Dudley was Much bigger then Harry and had continued to grow stronger over the past year, he still looked horrified at the wand. Dudley knew that he was pushing Harry in the limit and he knew that Harry was extremely touchy on the subject of his dead godfather. Harry was clenching his teeth, breathing heavily and staring with burning eyes at Dudley.
'Don't.you.EVER.mention Sirius's name again, or so help me you wish that he had come and cursed you.' Harry hissed.
With that he left the house and a horrified Dudley who was still shaking, he knew what wands were capable of, and if he pushed Harry to far he would pay for it dearly
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As Harry closed the door, still in a state of confusion has to wither or not he had just seen the face of his father's old friend Remus Lupin, smiling at him before it disappeared. He was so entranced that he didn't even see his Uncle Vernon standing there waiting for him, and it was only when he spoke that Harry realised that he was there.
'So.' he began. Harry didn't like the way that this was going because he could tell by the look on Uncle Vernon's face that he was either very anger or very worried. Perhaps, Harry thought, it was a little of both.
'What?' Harry asked innocently.
'So while you where gallivanting around the neighbourhood, some of those ruddy owls came flocking in here again dropping off more post.' This wasn't making any sense, why would he be worried? Harry usually found Uncle Vernon to be quite angry when owls had come into the house delivering him the post.
'They where not all addressed to you,' he continued, ' there was one for this Lupin character.'
At this Harry snapped to attention, why would there be post for Lupin here if Harry hadn't seen him. But then Harry thought as to what he was had just seen before he entered the house and now he was beginning to doubt wither it was indeed just a figment of his imagination.
But Uncle Vernon wasn't finished yet, 'so who is this Lupin? And what is he doing here? I don't want any more of your kind here then I have too.'
'I don't know why he has post here.' Harry answered, but Harry knew that Lupin must have been assigned to watch over Harry, the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had done so last summer and what made Harry think that they wouldn't be doing the same thing this year. 'As to who he is, he was on the train station when I came home.'
At this the colour seemed to fade in his Uncle's face, the memory of Mad-Eye threatening Uncle Vernon appeared to be fresh in his mind still. 'Well,' Uncle Vernon said, 'I think you know why he is here boy, but you just make sure he stays out of our way and doesn't come near our family. I don't want the neighbours asking funny questions.'
Harry nodded and began to proceed up the stairs to his room when he stopped and turned back to his Uncle, 'where are the letters?' Harry asked.
'Upstairs already,' his Uncle hissed as though the owls had been some sort of disgusting vermin and their letters a vile plague. 'And keep them out of sight of the neighbours!'
Harry went into his room and closed the door softly, he had managed to defuse his Uncle before he got angry. As Harry turned to read the letters that lay on his bed, he noticed that his owl Hedwig had returned from her earlier flight to tell the Order that he was still doing OK with the Dursley's. She nipped his finger affectionately before retreating to her cage to get some food and water. Harry glanced over and started flipping through the letters that lay on his bed. Two where from his friend's Ron and Hermonie telling him that they would soon see him and that all was still well in the Order (Not that they wrote that down on the parchment but Harry knew what they meant.). The other letter that lay on his bed was not one that Harry immediately but he soon knew who it was.
Dear Harry
I know that your Aunt and Uncle must be getting tired of the
owl post
By now but that can't be helped for now. I know that his is
unexpected but
We will soon be coming to get you for a stay with us. I think that
we should
Be arriving in 2 days on your birthday, it may not seem like much
but at
Least the cake should be good.
Take care Harry and we'll see you soon,
Remus Lupin
Harry stared at the letter for some time before he put it down. So Uncle Vernon had gotten it wrong, his old professor had written to him and not gotten a letter. But the image of Lupin still was clear in Harry's mind, had he seen ex-professor Lupin or was he simply just imagining things.
With his head still swimming Harry lad is head down on the pillow and slowly drifted off to sleep.
It was early the next morning when Harry had woken from his usual nightmare. He looked over at his clock and groaned at the time, it was only 5:30. Harry knew that he might try to get back to sleep but he realised that it would be futile, he was already wide-awake and wouldn't get back to sleep easily.
So Harry quietly got up and crept across his room to the door where he gently opened it and closed it softly behind him. Still wearing his old jeans that were to big from him and one of Dudley's old t-shirts, Harry made his way downstairs and to the kitchen. His mind was groggy from sleep and he felt that he would become more clear minded if he could get something to fill his belly.
After a quick breakfast consisting of toast and juice, Harry put away his dishes and made softly for the door. As he reached started to pull on his shoes a grumpy voice spoke, 'Where are you off to at this hour?'
Harry looked up to see the still sleepy for of his cousin Dudley halfway down the stairs. 'Out for a walk,' Harry replied, returned to the matter of his battered shoes, 'didn't think anyone would mind especially since I never heard you come home last night. What's the matter? Latest victim gave you more trouble then you thought?'
'None of your business.' Dudley snapped, ' besides with the way you where talking in your sleep again it's no wonder that you never heard me.'
'Don't start with me Dudley.' Harry warned, 'I don't feel like taking anything from you today.'
But Dudley grinned and started saying in a mocking voice, 'Sirius, no Sirius come back! Sir-'
Dudley stopped as he saw what Harry had clutched in his hand; it was his wand, which he was stroking gently with his index finger. Even though Dudley was Much bigger then Harry and had continued to grow stronger over the past year, he still looked horrified at the wand. Dudley knew that he was pushing Harry in the limit and he knew that Harry was extremely touchy on the subject of his dead godfather. Harry was clenching his teeth, breathing heavily and staring with burning eyes at Dudley.
'Don't.you.EVER.mention Sirius's name again, or so help me you wish that he had come and cursed you.' Harry hissed.
With that he left the house and a horrified Dudley who was still shaking, he knew what wands were capable of, and if he pushed Harry to far he would pay for it dearly
OK that's it for now, Keep them reviews coming and keep reading because next Harry is reunited with his friends and the wizarding world!
