It was possibly the worst summer of Harry's life, and it wasn't even half over. He sat in his room, door locked tightly. Except, he was the one who had locked his door; he had been like this all summer, since, well since his horrible tragedy. The only thing that lightened heavy heart the least bit, was that he was now getting full long, updates if what was going on in the wizarding world from Hermione and Ron. So far no attacks, but the summer was only half gone, and he had one more painful Dursely month endure, or so he thought. As the day slowly drawled on and he sat listening to Dudley scream and yell and through fits at a stupid computer game, and finally after dinner he went to bed at 9:00 tired disheveled and, like every other night, upset and grave spirited.
The next morning, when he arrived at the breakfast table, Mr. And Mrs. Dursely were sitting there, absolutely quite. It seemed as though they were waiting for him.
'Your friend what's her name? The one with normal parents? Herminie or something." pondered Uncle Vernon
"Hermione?!" Harry said quickly.
"Yah that's the one." said Uncle Vernon. Well her mum called. They want you to stay with them for the remainder of the summer; they'll are coming to pick you up on Friday. Normally by car, I might add!
"Of course I want to go!" Harry said excitedly.
He raced up to his room and scrawled a quick note to Hermione thanking her for the invite and telling her without a doubt he'd be coming. He sat down and watched Hedwig fly off feeling considerably more happy then he had last night.
Considering he would be leaving the Dursely's house in four days, and wouldn't be returning until next June, he couldn't be much more content, regarding the circumstances. His first month at Privet drive had never been worse. This pain was the most terrible mental hurt he had ever gone through. Even finding out how his parents had really died, wasn't as bad as this. Even though he loved them very much, he had never really known them as oppose to Sirius who was like the father he never knew.
Just as things were getting better, they took a jerking left turn, as if someone had planned out the whole thing, it was almost like a film. As Harry walked up the stairs, he collapsed in the middle of the stairway, clutching his scar he curled up groaning in pain.
But then the burning stopped at suddenly as it had started, but Harry was out. Every thing was black, but slowly turning back into color. He was floating on his broomstick, he was flying around the quidditch field, and then he saw it glittering across at the goal post. The snitch, twinkling white wings simmering in the sunlight. But no one was around…was he suppose to catch it? Was he practicing or was this some sort of trap or test? Without really making up his mind he flew directly to the post and reached the snitch. Just as his fingers closed, it disappeared, darkness seemed to be closing in on him he could hear a high cackling voice laughing and laughing cruel cold laugh. "Make it stop," Harry whispered cupping his hands over is ears. "Make it stop!" And then…it did. Harry awoke tangled mess in covers…on the floor. He was panting, and quickly he looked at his watch, it was four am. Was his scar hurting all a dream? But then …did that mean Hermione really wasn't coming to get him? What had happened? How had he been on the floor then ended up in his bed? Then he remembered. He'd sent an owl to Hermione or at least he though he had. If Hedwig was gone -- please let her be gone. He slowly turned around afraid of what he might see, and with a great sigh of relief, found an empty cage. Totally exhausted Harry deiced he would figure out the mysterious scar mystery tomorrow. That morning something highly, highly unusual happened. Aunt Petunia came into Harry's room at about ten, and woke him. She had a look on her face, and Harry couldn't tell if it was confusion, worry, or concern (which he highly doubted…the Dursely's had never cared about Harry) so he deiced it was pretty much just confusion. She shoved a cup of lukewarm black tea into his hands, and told him to drink it, because it had some aspirin in it. She explained to him how he had yelled in pain, and fainted and soon after they had received an owl from his headmaster saying to help him into bed, and wait for him to wake.
"So then Dumbledore knows my scar- I mean my head hurt?"
"If you mean your headmaster then yes he knows, I don't know how he found out so quickly," said Aunt Petunia sourly. "But he also sent this for you, I had to fight with Vernon not to open it." She tossed the letter at him.
"Thanks," he alleged quite unsure of why Aunt Petunia was being so abnormally nice. "Why are you doing this for me?" he asked
She looked down and opened her mouth to answer, then closed it, got up and walked out.
Harry stared at the door for a few minutes and then back at his letter and quickly opened it. It read.
Dear Harry,
Don't ask any questions, just read this letter. I can't tell you why I knew what happened last night so quickly, because once again it has just become unsafe to send important information in letters seeing as something has just recently occurred. All I can say is look out for yourself until Friday, until your friend comes to collect you. She will tell you everything, when you reach safety. You will not be going back to her house. Do not asked question until you're away from the muggle world. Stay safe, and be careful,
Dumbledore
He couldn't believe what he had just read. It seemed as if everything was starting again. He knew what had happened, he didn't need to be told. His dream was reality. Voldemort was had reveled himself to the wizarding world. No wizard witch or even muggle was safe. Who knew what would happen next, Harry felt as if his entire life had took a taken the wrong street, and he was inches a way from a shattering crash.