Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter.... (creative, huh?)
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Master, are you sure this is the house?" a voice whispered.
"I'm sure, Wormtail, now hurry up and find the boy! Now!" a cold, high voice filled the hall.
"Yes, master" Wormtail replied.
Just as Harry began to panic, his bedroom door creaked open.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry watched, aghast, as two men entered his room. What should he do? His wand was currently locked in the cupboard under the stairs with all his other school things that he hadn't been able to sneak out. No matter how he looked at it, he was trapped. Meanwhile, the two men were walking angrily around his room, apparently searching for something.
"Why haven't they found me yet?" Harry wondered to himself.
Finally, with one last look around his room, the men left. Down the hall, he could hear them muttering angrily to each other.
Harry was confused. Why hadn't Voldemort come after him? And why did they just leave like that? It was a few hours after Harry heard the downstairs door slam shut before he was able to move again. He knew what he had to do. Harry grabbed some spare parchment and his eagle feather quill and began scribbling as fast as he could.
Dear Sirius,
I know I just wrote to you, but the strangest thing just happened to me. I was asleep, when I heard voices in the hall. Before I could figure out what to do, Voldemort and the Rat were standing in my bedroom! But, they didn't even seem to know I was there. Finally, they left. I have no idea what happened. How come he didn't attack me? Please write back as soon as you can! I'm so confused.
Love, Harry
As soon as he put his quill down, Harry noticed that Hedwig was back again. Relieved, Harry folded up the note to Sirius.
"Can you take this to Sirius for me, please?" He asked the snowy white owl. Hedwig hooted in an annoyed sort of way, but allowed him to tie the letter to her foot. As soon as the letter was secured, she flew off into the night, again in the direction of Mrs. Figg's house. Harry was too exhausted to think about this, however, and decided he should try and get some sleep. He removed his glasses and after a quarter hour of tossing and turning, he finally drifted into a very light sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Harry awoke to something nipping his fingers. He opened his eyes and noticed that his snowy white owl was flying over him with a letter in her beak. Harry reached for his glasses and snatched the letter from Hedwig. He noticed right away that the letter was scribbled in a hurry, but he recognized Sirius' writing.
Harry,
You must leave the Dursley's right away. It seems as though Voldemort has discovered where you live. However, although he was probably standing two feet in front of you, he wasn't able to find you. This is because of the "ancient magic" Dumbledore invoked when he left you on that doorstep fourteen years ago. I won't go into detail, right now, but I promise you will find out soon. In the meantime, stay in your uncle's house. Do not leave for any reason. I have alerted Dumbledore and someone will be there to pick you up at 3:00 this afternoon. Be ready and wait in the hall. Until then, be alert and stay out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry stared at the letter for a few minutes. It didn't sound good. But as worried as he was, he was relieved to be leaving the Dursley's. He put down the letter and absentmindedly began packing his things. There wasn't much in his room due to the fact that it was all under the downstairs cupboard, so it only took him a few minutes. Finally, he decided it was time to go downstairs and break the news to his uncle.
As Harry made his way down the stairs, he saw that everyone had already finished breakfast.
"Wow, I must have slept late," he thought. And with a quick glance at the clock he saw that it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon.
"Wait a minute- 2:30?" Harry said loudly as he was pouring milk into his cereal.
"That's right, boy," Uncle Vernon blundered into the kitchen upon seeing that Harry was up, "it's 2:30. And may I ask what on earth kept you this long?"
But there was something different about Uncle Vernon's tone. It was almost polite and inquisitive. He had never spoken to Harry in this manner before, and Harry vaguely wondered what the occasion was. Harry figured that this might be a good time to break the news to him.
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" Harry ventured.
"Yes, Harry?"
*Wait a minute- did he just call me Harry?*
"Umm...." Harry began uneasily, "in about a half hour-"
"I already know, Harry," Uncle Vernon said in a strange voice, "your things are waiting for you in the hall."
"Oh, um, ok then." Harry stammered, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Harry backed uneasily out of the kitchen. There was something strange about Uncle Vernon's face. Was it pity? Harry doubted it. Still, he had never been treated that nicely by his uncle and this surprised him. And how did he know that Harry was leaving? Harry didn't have time to think about this, however, because at that moment the doorbell rang.
Harry hurried along the hall to the door and pushed it open.
"Sirius?"
"Hey Harry!" Sirius was positively beaming to see his godson despite the fact that he was very nervous. "I'm here to take you. I'll explain everything later."
"But-"
"There's no time to explain, Harry, you just half to come with me for now. We don't have much time. Now, where's your trunk?"
"It's over there."
Sirius picked up Harry's trunk easily and carried it out the door.
"Come on, Harry. Let's go."
And with one last confused look at Privet Drive, Harry followed his godfather out into the street.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Master, are you sure this is the house?" a voice whispered.
"I'm sure, Wormtail, now hurry up and find the boy! Now!" a cold, high voice filled the hall.
"Yes, master" Wormtail replied.
Just as Harry began to panic, his bedroom door creaked open.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Harry watched, aghast, as two men entered his room. What should he do? His wand was currently locked in the cupboard under the stairs with all his other school things that he hadn't been able to sneak out. No matter how he looked at it, he was trapped. Meanwhile, the two men were walking angrily around his room, apparently searching for something.
"Why haven't they found me yet?" Harry wondered to himself.
Finally, with one last look around his room, the men left. Down the hall, he could hear them muttering angrily to each other.
Harry was confused. Why hadn't Voldemort come after him? And why did they just leave like that? It was a few hours after Harry heard the downstairs door slam shut before he was able to move again. He knew what he had to do. Harry grabbed some spare parchment and his eagle feather quill and began scribbling as fast as he could.
Dear Sirius,
I know I just wrote to you, but the strangest thing just happened to me. I was asleep, when I heard voices in the hall. Before I could figure out what to do, Voldemort and the Rat were standing in my bedroom! But, they didn't even seem to know I was there. Finally, they left. I have no idea what happened. How come he didn't attack me? Please write back as soon as you can! I'm so confused.
Love, Harry
As soon as he put his quill down, Harry noticed that Hedwig was back again. Relieved, Harry folded up the note to Sirius.
"Can you take this to Sirius for me, please?" He asked the snowy white owl. Hedwig hooted in an annoyed sort of way, but allowed him to tie the letter to her foot. As soon as the letter was secured, she flew off into the night, again in the direction of Mrs. Figg's house. Harry was too exhausted to think about this, however, and decided he should try and get some sleep. He removed his glasses and after a quarter hour of tossing and turning, he finally drifted into a very light sleep.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The next morning, Harry awoke to something nipping his fingers. He opened his eyes and noticed that his snowy white owl was flying over him with a letter in her beak. Harry reached for his glasses and snatched the letter from Hedwig. He noticed right away that the letter was scribbled in a hurry, but he recognized Sirius' writing.
Harry,
You must leave the Dursley's right away. It seems as though Voldemort has discovered where you live. However, although he was probably standing two feet in front of you, he wasn't able to find you. This is because of the "ancient magic" Dumbledore invoked when he left you on that doorstep fourteen years ago. I won't go into detail, right now, but I promise you will find out soon. In the meantime, stay in your uncle's house. Do not leave for any reason. I have alerted Dumbledore and someone will be there to pick you up at 3:00 this afternoon. Be ready and wait in the hall. Until then, be alert and stay out of trouble.
Sirius
Harry stared at the letter for a few minutes. It didn't sound good. But as worried as he was, he was relieved to be leaving the Dursley's. He put down the letter and absentmindedly began packing his things. There wasn't much in his room due to the fact that it was all under the downstairs cupboard, so it only took him a few minutes. Finally, he decided it was time to go downstairs and break the news to his uncle.
As Harry made his way down the stairs, he saw that everyone had already finished breakfast.
"Wow, I must have slept late," he thought. And with a quick glance at the clock he saw that it was almost 2:30 in the afternoon.
"Wait a minute- 2:30?" Harry said loudly as he was pouring milk into his cereal.
"That's right, boy," Uncle Vernon blundered into the kitchen upon seeing that Harry was up, "it's 2:30. And may I ask what on earth kept you this long?"
But there was something different about Uncle Vernon's tone. It was almost polite and inquisitive. He had never spoken to Harry in this manner before, and Harry vaguely wondered what the occasion was. Harry figured that this might be a good time to break the news to him.
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" Harry ventured.
"Yes, Harry?"
*Wait a minute- did he just call me Harry?*
"Umm...." Harry began uneasily, "in about a half hour-"
"I already know, Harry," Uncle Vernon said in a strange voice, "your things are waiting for you in the hall."
"Oh, um, ok then." Harry stammered, "Thank you."
"You're welcome."
Harry backed uneasily out of the kitchen. There was something strange about Uncle Vernon's face. Was it pity? Harry doubted it. Still, he had never been treated that nicely by his uncle and this surprised him. And how did he know that Harry was leaving? Harry didn't have time to think about this, however, because at that moment the doorbell rang.
Harry hurried along the hall to the door and pushed it open.
"Sirius?"
"Hey Harry!" Sirius was positively beaming to see his godson despite the fact that he was very nervous. "I'm here to take you. I'll explain everything later."
"But-"
"There's no time to explain, Harry, you just half to come with me for now. We don't have much time. Now, where's your trunk?"
"It's over there."
Sirius picked up Harry's trunk easily and carried it out the door.
"Come on, Harry. Let's go."
And with one last confused look at Privet Drive, Harry followed his godfather out into the street.