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"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE, BOY?!?!"
Uncle Vernon threw open the door to Harry's bedroom with a crash. Harry bolted upright, and fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand. When he managed to get them on, Harry looked at Uncle Vernon, who stood in the doorway, his face purple with anger.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, somewhat annoyed to be woken up on a Saturday morning to face Uncle Vernon in a temper.
"The man - that - is lying - in - the bloody - foyer - downstairs!" Uncle Vernon roared, coming over to shake his nephew. Harry managed not to flinch as spittle flew into his face. Calmly, he worked himself out of Uncle Vernon's grasp and delicately wiped his face with the sleeve of his pajamas.
"Oh, him," Harry said sarcastically, smacking himself in the forehead as if just remembering the events of the night before.
"That's Wormtail. He helped Voldemort kill my parents. Oh, and yeah. he tried to kidnap me last night so that Voldemort could kill me, too," Harry explained nonchalantly, climbing out of bed and walking towards his closet.
Uncle Vernon stared at him, his mouth hanging open. "Wh - WHAT?" he sputtered incoherently.
"Yeah. Good thing I cursed him, huh?" Harry grinned and slid his robe over his shoulders.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to send an owl to Ron and see what to do about him," Harry said, walking over to his desk and taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. Uncle Vernon continued to gape at him. Harry glanced back at him, amused, then turned back to his letter.
"You can go now, Uncle Vernon. And please, do make sure that you don't disturb Wormtail too much. I need him as evidence when I go to my hearing next week at the Ministry of Magic."
Uncle Vernon clenched his teeth together and stepped back from the boy. He knew it would do no good to threaten Harry or to fly off into a temper. His nephew no longer feared him, and Uncle Vernon feared the friends that the boy had made over the past year. They were strange folk, those wizards. Dangerous, too.
He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry alone. The boy let out an uneasy breath and finished his letter to Ron.
Ron,
I had a visitor at the house last night. Do you remember Peter
Pettigrew, from our third year? Well, good old Wormtail came by last
night. I hexed him before he could get away. The only problem is, the
Ministry of Magic wants to have another hearing, next week. Could you
ask your dad what I should do about Wormtail in the meantime? The Body-
Bind curse isn't meant to last very long, but I need him for evidence.
I can't afford to get expelled from Hogwarts this year. Not with all
that's going on. so ask your dad for me, will you? In fact, if he
could come by soon, that would be excellent. I'll keep Wormtail in the
Body-Bind until I hear from you.
- Harry
Harry folded up the letter and walked over to Hedwig's cage. He opened the door and stroked her left wing. She opened her bright eyes and hooted at him softly. Harry tied the note to her leg and held out his arm. Hedwig stepped out of the cage, and Harry walked over to the open window.
"I need you to take this to Ron, ok?" Hedwig nibbled his finger affectionately and fluttered her wings, preparing to take off.
"Listen for a sec," Harry said. Hedwig looked at him and hooted again.
"I need him to get this as soon as possible. Fly there fast - it's really important." Hedwig nipped him again and took off like a shot out the window. Harry watched her fly away, disappearing quickly over the horizon.
The breeze coming in from the window was slightly chilly, so Harry reached up and closed it. He shivered slightly, dreading going downstairs to deal with his uncle, and with Wormtail.
Harry turned away from the window, and picked up his wand off the dresser.
"Here goes," Harry sighed, opening his bedroom door and heading downstairs.
"WHAT ON EARTH HAVE YOU DONE, BOY?!?!"
Uncle Vernon threw open the door to Harry's bedroom with a crash. Harry bolted upright, and fumbled for his glasses on the nightstand. When he managed to get them on, Harry looked at Uncle Vernon, who stood in the doorway, his face purple with anger.
"What are you talking about?" Harry asked, somewhat annoyed to be woken up on a Saturday morning to face Uncle Vernon in a temper.
"The man - that - is lying - in - the bloody - foyer - downstairs!" Uncle Vernon roared, coming over to shake his nephew. Harry managed not to flinch as spittle flew into his face. Calmly, he worked himself out of Uncle Vernon's grasp and delicately wiped his face with the sleeve of his pajamas.
"Oh, him," Harry said sarcastically, smacking himself in the forehead as if just remembering the events of the night before.
"That's Wormtail. He helped Voldemort kill my parents. Oh, and yeah. he tried to kidnap me last night so that Voldemort could kill me, too," Harry explained nonchalantly, climbing out of bed and walking towards his closet.
Uncle Vernon stared at him, his mouth hanging open. "Wh - WHAT?" he sputtered incoherently.
"Yeah. Good thing I cursed him, huh?" Harry grinned and slid his robe over his shoulders.
"Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to send an owl to Ron and see what to do about him," Harry said, walking over to his desk and taking out a piece of parchment and a quill. Uncle Vernon continued to gape at him. Harry glanced back at him, amused, then turned back to his letter.
"You can go now, Uncle Vernon. And please, do make sure that you don't disturb Wormtail too much. I need him as evidence when I go to my hearing next week at the Ministry of Magic."
Uncle Vernon clenched his teeth together and stepped back from the boy. He knew it would do no good to threaten Harry or to fly off into a temper. His nephew no longer feared him, and Uncle Vernon feared the friends that the boy had made over the past year. They were strange folk, those wizards. Dangerous, too.
He turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, leaving Harry alone. The boy let out an uneasy breath and finished his letter to Ron.
Ron,
I had a visitor at the house last night. Do you remember Peter
Pettigrew, from our third year? Well, good old Wormtail came by last
night. I hexed him before he could get away. The only problem is, the
Ministry of Magic wants to have another hearing, next week. Could you
ask your dad what I should do about Wormtail in the meantime? The Body-
Bind curse isn't meant to last very long, but I need him for evidence.
I can't afford to get expelled from Hogwarts this year. Not with all
that's going on. so ask your dad for me, will you? In fact, if he
could come by soon, that would be excellent. I'll keep Wormtail in the
Body-Bind until I hear from you.
- Harry
Harry folded up the letter and walked over to Hedwig's cage. He opened the door and stroked her left wing. She opened her bright eyes and hooted at him softly. Harry tied the note to her leg and held out his arm. Hedwig stepped out of the cage, and Harry walked over to the open window.
"I need you to take this to Ron, ok?" Hedwig nibbled his finger affectionately and fluttered her wings, preparing to take off.
"Listen for a sec," Harry said. Hedwig looked at him and hooted again.
"I need him to get this as soon as possible. Fly there fast - it's really important." Hedwig nipped him again and took off like a shot out the window. Harry watched her fly away, disappearing quickly over the horizon.
The breeze coming in from the window was slightly chilly, so Harry reached up and closed it. He shivered slightly, dreading going downstairs to deal with his uncle, and with Wormtail.
Harry turned away from the window, and picked up his wand off the dresser.
"Here goes," Harry sighed, opening his bedroom door and heading downstairs.