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Chapter 2: The Frightening Discovery
Harry did not know what to think or do. Was his aunt a witch? Did she go to Hogwarts like his Mom? So many things were running through his head that he just ran out the door to the first place he could think of that he could go Mrs. Figg's house. He rang the doorbell hoping she would still be awake and in a flash she was there, like she knew he was coming.
"My aunt just-" but she stopped him there and pulled him into her house holding onto his mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear. She let go of him and started to speak. "I know what happened with your aunt, Harry," This made Harry think she was insane. How could she have possible known? "Dumbledore was watching what happened because of a feeling he had that something bad was going to happen to you. Look your shoulder is hurt. Let me help you." Harry did not feel any pain at all from his shoulder; he didn't even notice that it was bleeding quite badly.
Within the next few minutes Mrs. Figg came back with a bowl filled with hot water and a cloth. "Sorry," she said, "I know I can't heal like the nurse at your school but I am doing my best." Harry did not care about his arm or the fact that if he was at school, it would be fixed in a moment; all he cared about was what he had just seen and how his muggle aunt was able to use magic."Dumbledore said you should stay here for tonight at least. We will try to figure the rest out in the morning." But the last thing Harry wanted to do was go to bed and pretend none of this happened. He also had to consider how he was intruding on this old woman's life so he decided that the best thing he could do was go upstairs and do what she said.
As he walked up the stairs he thought about what he would do if this had happened last year. He knew exactly what he would have done; write to Sirius. Then, a feeling of pain overwhelmed him when he realized he could no longer write to Sirius. He realized how much he hated him for leaving him without anyone to talk to. He remembered how he said he could always talk to him. How he lied. He could not talk to him now that he needed him the most. He had died. And it was all his fault.
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Author's Note: Please review!
Chapter 2: The Frightening Discovery
Harry did not know what to think or do. Was his aunt a witch? Did she go to Hogwarts like his Mom? So many things were running through his head that he just ran out the door to the first place he could think of that he could go Mrs. Figg's house. He rang the doorbell hoping she would still be awake and in a flash she was there, like she knew he was coming.
"My aunt just-" but she stopped him there and pulled him into her house holding onto his mouth so the neighbors wouldn't hear. She let go of him and started to speak. "I know what happened with your aunt, Harry," This made Harry think she was insane. How could she have possible known? "Dumbledore was watching what happened because of a feeling he had that something bad was going to happen to you. Look your shoulder is hurt. Let me help you." Harry did not feel any pain at all from his shoulder; he didn't even notice that it was bleeding quite badly.
Within the next few minutes Mrs. Figg came back with a bowl filled with hot water and a cloth. "Sorry," she said, "I know I can't heal like the nurse at your school but I am doing my best." Harry did not care about his arm or the fact that if he was at school, it would be fixed in a moment; all he cared about was what he had just seen and how his muggle aunt was able to use magic."Dumbledore said you should stay here for tonight at least. We will try to figure the rest out in the morning." But the last thing Harry wanted to do was go to bed and pretend none of this happened. He also had to consider how he was intruding on this old woman's life so he decided that the best thing he could do was go upstairs and do what she said.
As he walked up the stairs he thought about what he would do if this had happened last year. He knew exactly what he would have done; write to Sirius. Then, a feeling of pain overwhelmed him when he realized he could no longer write to Sirius. He realized how much he hated him for leaving him without anyone to talk to. He remembered how he said he could always talk to him. How he lied. He could not talk to him now that he needed him the most. He had died. And it was all his fault.
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Author's Note: Please review!