The next morning, he went downstairs and found the Dursleys in deep conversation. When
they saw Harry, they instantly went silent. Harry went to his seat, and piled a few pieces
of the over-fried bacon left over from the other three. He was waiting for the right time
to ask them if he could go to Hermione's.
"So, boy, you got presents for your birthday," Uncle Vernon commented roughly.
"Yup," Harry replied, feeling the little weight in his jacket pocket that was his Rplayer.
"So they're from your school?" he asked.
"Mostly, I got a couple from my godfather," he said innocently.
"Don't go on with that godfather rubbish. If you did, why aren't you living with him?"
"Because he was in jail," he answered, biting into a piece of buttery toast.
"Ha, so the coppers put one of you lot in the jail!" Vernon said triumphantly.
"No, not in your jail," Harry explained. "Our jail, on an island in the middle of
nowhere."
"Then how did you write letters to him?" he continued to interrogate.
"You remember Sirius Black, right?" Harry asked.
"Don't go off-topic with me, boy-" Uncle Vernon began. "Wait, you don't mean to say
that- he was- is- your godfather?"
"Yes, he was," he said.
"Aha, but he's dead!"
"You don't think he would leave nothing to me in his will, did you?" Harry questioned.
Uncle Vernon was silent, then continued to eat.
"Oh, by the way, can I leave on the fifth?" Harry asked quickly.
"To where? Your bloody friend with the red hair's house?"
"No, my friend Hermione's home," he informed.
"When are they coming?" he asked.
"Umm, at noon."
"No way will I have any of your kind in here," Uncle Vernon began. "I remember what
happened last time."
"But Hermione's parents are perfectly normal," Harry pleaded, "they're dentists."
"Huh," Uncle Vernon said, "I wouldn't have anyone like that looking in my mouth."
"Besides, this way you know Moody won't come knocking," Harry tried to make him
agree.
"Fine then, but no nonsense, or I'll simply send your friend away and lock you
in the cupboard."
Harry went outside after sending his reply to Hermione, then went off to Mrs. Figg's
house. However, he was blocked by a girl he had never seen before, most likely one of the
new neighbors. She would almost be gothic, if her hair wasn't brown and her lipstick wasn't
blood red.
"Hi, I'm Karen Thompson, I just moved in across the street," she greeted, pointing to
5 Privet Drive.
"Hi. I'm Harry," he mumbled, turning down his RPlayer.
"I saw you the day before yesterday, but not at dinner last night. Where were you?" she
asked, following him as he continued to walk.
"I don't like eating with company," he replied, trying to outpace her.
However, she seemed to catch up with him.
"Really? Me too, but my parents forced me to go meet your family," she continued. "So
where are you going?"
"To go to Mrs. Figg's," he replied passively.
"Oh. Why don't you come over to my house? I'm having a party in an hour or so," she
asked hopefully.
"Sorry. Most of the kids my age that live around here don't like me," Harry replied.
"That's ok, I don't care," she said, but he knew she did. "I even invited your brother."
Harry winced, and said, "He's not my brother. He's my cousin. And since he's there,
definetely no."
"Sorry, touchy subject? Well, just think about it," she pleaded.
"Ok," he said, then turned his music back on.
He knocked on Mrs. Figg's door, then was taken aback as Neville opened it.
"Oh, hello Harry!" he said, sounding quite suprised. "I didn't know you would come here."
"I didn't know you were here," Harry replied.
"Well, Grandmum came to visit Mrs. Figg, so I had to come along," he shrugged. Then he
had an idea.
"Hey, why don't you come to my party? I got 4 OWLs!"
"When is it?" he asked, closing the door behind him, not noticing Karen on the sidewalk,
straining to hear.
"It starts at 5, but I don't know how long it'll go on. I got Grandmum and Granduncle Algie
to stay over at my Aunt's house tonight."
"Sure, but how'm I supposed to get there? I know that my Aunt and Uncle won't be drive me
there," Harry came upon the problem.
"I could get Dean to drive you, he has to pick me up at 3:30 and I think he's bringing
Ginny and Ron, so I'm sure we could squeeze you in," Neville replied. "Oh, and Hermione's coming,
if you're wondering."
"Wait, let me phone my aunt. I'll just say it really quick, and Dudley's going to a
party too, so it won't matter."
Two minutes later, he got off the phone, grinning. "I can go to your party."
they saw Harry, they instantly went silent. Harry went to his seat, and piled a few pieces
of the over-fried bacon left over from the other three. He was waiting for the right time
to ask them if he could go to Hermione's.
"So, boy, you got presents for your birthday," Uncle Vernon commented roughly.
"Yup," Harry replied, feeling the little weight in his jacket pocket that was his Rplayer.
"So they're from your school?" he asked.
"Mostly, I got a couple from my godfather," he said innocently.
"Don't go on with that godfather rubbish. If you did, why aren't you living with him?"
"Because he was in jail," he answered, biting into a piece of buttery toast.
"Ha, so the coppers put one of you lot in the jail!" Vernon said triumphantly.
"No, not in your jail," Harry explained. "Our jail, on an island in the middle of
nowhere."
"Then how did you write letters to him?" he continued to interrogate.
"You remember Sirius Black, right?" Harry asked.
"Don't go off-topic with me, boy-" Uncle Vernon began. "Wait, you don't mean to say
that- he was- is- your godfather?"
"Yes, he was," he said.
"Aha, but he's dead!"
"You don't think he would leave nothing to me in his will, did you?" Harry questioned.
Uncle Vernon was silent, then continued to eat.
"Oh, by the way, can I leave on the fifth?" Harry asked quickly.
"To where? Your bloody friend with the red hair's house?"
"No, my friend Hermione's home," he informed.
"When are they coming?" he asked.
"Umm, at noon."
"No way will I have any of your kind in here," Uncle Vernon began. "I remember what
happened last time."
"But Hermione's parents are perfectly normal," Harry pleaded, "they're dentists."
"Huh," Uncle Vernon said, "I wouldn't have anyone like that looking in my mouth."
"Besides, this way you know Moody won't come knocking," Harry tried to make him
agree.
"Fine then, but no nonsense, or I'll simply send your friend away and lock you
in the cupboard."
Harry went outside after sending his reply to Hermione, then went off to Mrs. Figg's
house. However, he was blocked by a girl he had never seen before, most likely one of the
new neighbors. She would almost be gothic, if her hair wasn't brown and her lipstick wasn't
blood red.
"Hi, I'm Karen Thompson, I just moved in across the street," she greeted, pointing to
5 Privet Drive.
"Hi. I'm Harry," he mumbled, turning down his RPlayer.
"I saw you the day before yesterday, but not at dinner last night. Where were you?" she
asked, following him as he continued to walk.
"I don't like eating with company," he replied, trying to outpace her.
However, she seemed to catch up with him.
"Really? Me too, but my parents forced me to go meet your family," she continued. "So
where are you going?"
"To go to Mrs. Figg's," he replied passively.
"Oh. Why don't you come over to my house? I'm having a party in an hour or so," she
asked hopefully.
"Sorry. Most of the kids my age that live around here don't like me," Harry replied.
"That's ok, I don't care," she said, but he knew she did. "I even invited your brother."
Harry winced, and said, "He's not my brother. He's my cousin. And since he's there,
definetely no."
"Sorry, touchy subject? Well, just think about it," she pleaded.
"Ok," he said, then turned his music back on.
He knocked on Mrs. Figg's door, then was taken aback as Neville opened it.
"Oh, hello Harry!" he said, sounding quite suprised. "I didn't know you would come here."
"I didn't know you were here," Harry replied.
"Well, Grandmum came to visit Mrs. Figg, so I had to come along," he shrugged. Then he
had an idea.
"Hey, why don't you come to my party? I got 4 OWLs!"
"When is it?" he asked, closing the door behind him, not noticing Karen on the sidewalk,
straining to hear.
"It starts at 5, but I don't know how long it'll go on. I got Grandmum and Granduncle Algie
to stay over at my Aunt's house tonight."
"Sure, but how'm I supposed to get there? I know that my Aunt and Uncle won't be drive me
there," Harry came upon the problem.
"I could get Dean to drive you, he has to pick me up at 3:30 and I think he's bringing
Ginny and Ron, so I'm sure we could squeeze you in," Neville replied. "Oh, and Hermione's coming,
if you're wondering."
"Wait, let me phone my aunt. I'll just say it really quick, and Dudley's going to a
party too, so it won't matter."
Two minutes later, he got off the phone, grinning. "I can go to your party."