Harry dressed and headed downstairs where the three Dursleys sat having breakfast. Uncle Vernon reading the newspaper and drinking coffee, Aunt Petunia staring out the window at the neighbour (who was cutting the hedges very close to Petunia's rose bush) and Dudley, stuffing himself with toast, eggs, ham and a glass of juice. Apparently Petunia and Vernon had given up on the whole Diet idea and decided to pay a dressmaker to make Dudley's uniform.

Harry had been battling with himself on how to break the news to the Dursleys, knowing they would not take this news very well. Uncle Vernon peered over at Harry and gave him a death stare before returning to his paper, pretending that Harry didn't exist.

*Here goes nothing* Harry stepped forward.

' Vernon?' Uncle Vernon's head popped up, a little purple in the cheeks. 'Er, I need to ask you something.' _

'Absolutely Not!' roared Vernon.

Harry was not surprised by this reaction but he had to try his best.

'But why? It'll only be until school starts and-'

'There is no WAY whatsoever that I am allowing this! We don't have to and we won't. Now get out of here!' As Harry hurried out of the kitchen he notices Petunia and Dudley cowering where they sat. Uncle Vernon hadn't acted that mad since Harry received his Hogwarts letter when he was 11.

*Well that went well* He muttered sarcastically to himself. *What am I going to do now?*

Walking outside, Harry noticed Mrs. Figg walking to the front of her house. She turned, sensing someone watching and when she saw Harry she smiled and waved before closing the front door behind her. Harry returned the wave, a quick thought entering his mind. Mrs. Figg was quite fond of Harry and since she was in contact with Dumbledore and in association with the magical world, maybe she could help him!

With that thought, Harry raced over to Mrs. Figg's house. When she answered the door she smiled at Harry.

'Hello dear, how can I help you?' Beckoning Harry inside, she offered him some tea and cookies, which Harry accepted gladly.

'Thankyou Mrs. Figg,' said Harry 'Actually I came to ask you a favour but it's ok if you say no.' He added quickly.

Nodding but looking slightly puzzled, she replied, 'of course Harry, please continue'. And Harry explained all about the letter and then about Uncle Vernon's reaction. Then he looked at her sheepishly and said, 'I suppose you can guess what I need from you.'

She nodded understandingly. 'Yes, I do. Well Harry this comes as a real surprise.' Frowning a little in thought, she poured some more tea into their cups. Then she smiled, seeming to come to a decision. ' Yes actually, I don't see why not. That's what I'm here for after all isn't it? To help you out when you need it.' She patted Harry on the shoulder and he could feel relief flood through his body like electricity.

'Thankyou for all your help Mrs. Figg. I'll come back tomorrow. Oh and these cookies are really good, you don't mind if I take another do you?' He asked while eyeing the cookies hungrily.

Laughing, she said 'Why don't you take two dear, ok see you tomorrow'. And with that Harry left her house with a huge grin across his face, from both nerves And excitement.

Thursday came all too soon. Harry sat nervously in the lounge, glancing at his watch every so often. When Uncle Vernon noticed this, he gave Harry a deadly glare and growled, 'You better have listened to what I told you boy. If you're waiting for-'

'No, No!' Harry replied hastily. 'I've arranged something else. You don't have to worry about it.' Harry just hoped everything was going to go smoothly otherwise there would be mayhem in Privet Drive.

Just then there was a knock on the door. Everyone in the room jumped slightly and Harry walked dreamlike to the door. He turned the doorknob slowly, *I can't believe this is really happening, I can't believe this is happening.'* and there she was.

'Harry?'

'Hannah.'