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Chapter Two: -- Tim Elddir
The next morning Harry awoke late. For a few seconds he was back at Hogwarts and wondered why Ron hadn't woken him but all too quickly he remembered that he in fact wasn't at Hogwarts and he still had another three and a half weeks of the summer left. Then it dawned on him; the worst was yet to come, for today Dudley's friend from smeltings arrived to spend the rest of the summer with the Dursleys. Harry had been dreading it ever since he found out it was happening two weeks ago however he'd been hoping that if he forgot about it for long enough then maybe it wouldn't happen. Then Harry remembered Remus' letter. To prolong the agony of going downstairs he decided to reply to that now while the Dursleys still thought he was sleeping. He crossed to his dresser, took a sheaf of parchment and a quill and scrawled Remus a reply;
Dear Remus,
Harry wrote;
I'm doing fine thank you. How are you? The Dursleys and I aren't having much to do with each other at the moment; I've found staying out of their way preferable to confrontation. Dudley's friend is coming to stay today which gives me a doubly good reason to stay out of the way, especially if he's as bad as Dudley!
I understand your not wanting me to leave here but if I promise to go straight to the Weasley's if it comes to it wouldn't that be ok, I'm sure I'd be safe there. I wouldn't talk to anyone I didn't know anyway but I promise not to talk to a sole, wizarding or otherwise if I don't know them. Of course I will carry my wand with me, I rarely go out anyway but if I do I assure you it will be clutched in my hand, inside my pocket at all times.
I had a great birthday thank you, Ron and Hermione made a surprise visit and the three of us spent the day down by the river having fun and playing pranks on Dudley and his friends who were there as well. Thank you very much for the present you sent me, it was perfect, I really like it although I really didn't expect anything.
Thank you as well for the daily prophet subscription, I've been considering getting one for a while now, you saved me a job.
I'd better go now and meet Dudley's friend, I think his name is Tim something or other, from the sound I'd say he is already here,
Say hi to Sirius for me and I'll see you both soon, Love Harry
With the letter done Harry decided it was time to face the music so he packed away his quill and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. As Hedwig flew out of the window Harry turned and headed towards the stairs.
As soon as Harry walked into the kitchen he wished he hadn't bothered. Sat around the table were his aunt, uncle, cousin, and a fourth person Harry presumed was Dudley's friend. The boy was dressed in black from head to toe and his dark hair looked to Harry just like Professor Snape's. The boy wore an evil smirk on his face and there was an air of familiarity to him that Harry was uncomfortable with and yet could not dismiss.
"Don't stare boy!" snapped Uncle Vernon, "how many times have I told you that it is rude to stare!"
Harry didn't take any notice of his uncle; there was something strange about Dudley's new friend, something that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
The boy held out his hand to Harry in what seemed a polite manor;
"Tim Elddir, Dudley's told me a lot about you," he said.
Harry hesitated before taking Tim's hand in greeting. As soon as their hands touched Harry regretted this action, for at the exact moment Harry and Tim's fingers met Harry was reduced to a screaming heap on the floor.
Chapter Two: -- Tim Elddir
The next morning Harry awoke late. For a few seconds he was back at Hogwarts and wondered why Ron hadn't woken him but all too quickly he remembered that he in fact wasn't at Hogwarts and he still had another three and a half weeks of the summer left. Then it dawned on him; the worst was yet to come, for today Dudley's friend from smeltings arrived to spend the rest of the summer with the Dursleys. Harry had been dreading it ever since he found out it was happening two weeks ago however he'd been hoping that if he forgot about it for long enough then maybe it wouldn't happen. Then Harry remembered Remus' letter. To prolong the agony of going downstairs he decided to reply to that now while the Dursleys still thought he was sleeping. He crossed to his dresser, took a sheaf of parchment and a quill and scrawled Remus a reply;
Dear Remus,
Harry wrote;
I'm doing fine thank you. How are you? The Dursleys and I aren't having much to do with each other at the moment; I've found staying out of their way preferable to confrontation. Dudley's friend is coming to stay today which gives me a doubly good reason to stay out of the way, especially if he's as bad as Dudley!
I understand your not wanting me to leave here but if I promise to go straight to the Weasley's if it comes to it wouldn't that be ok, I'm sure I'd be safe there. I wouldn't talk to anyone I didn't know anyway but I promise not to talk to a sole, wizarding or otherwise if I don't know them. Of course I will carry my wand with me, I rarely go out anyway but if I do I assure you it will be clutched in my hand, inside my pocket at all times.
I had a great birthday thank you, Ron and Hermione made a surprise visit and the three of us spent the day down by the river having fun and playing pranks on Dudley and his friends who were there as well. Thank you very much for the present you sent me, it was perfect, I really like it although I really didn't expect anything.
Thank you as well for the daily prophet subscription, I've been considering getting one for a while now, you saved me a job.
I'd better go now and meet Dudley's friend, I think his name is Tim something or other, from the sound I'd say he is already here,
Say hi to Sirius for me and I'll see you both soon, Love Harry
With the letter done Harry decided it was time to face the music so he packed away his quill and tied the letter to Hedwig's leg. As Hedwig flew out of the window Harry turned and headed towards the stairs.
As soon as Harry walked into the kitchen he wished he hadn't bothered. Sat around the table were his aunt, uncle, cousin, and a fourth person Harry presumed was Dudley's friend. The boy was dressed in black from head to toe and his dark hair looked to Harry just like Professor Snape's. The boy wore an evil smirk on his face and there was an air of familiarity to him that Harry was uncomfortable with and yet could not dismiss.
"Don't stare boy!" snapped Uncle Vernon, "how many times have I told you that it is rude to stare!"
Harry didn't take any notice of his uncle; there was something strange about Dudley's new friend, something that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
The boy held out his hand to Harry in what seemed a polite manor;
"Tim Elddir, Dudley's told me a lot about you," he said.
Harry hesitated before taking Tim's hand in greeting. As soon as their hands touched Harry regretted this action, for at the exact moment Harry and Tim's fingers met Harry was reduced to a screaming heap on the floor.
