CHAPTER TWO:
Dudley sat in his school uniform that already to small for him, making little disgusting noises as he ate the bacon that sat in front of him. Harry looked over to Uncle Vernon. He knew that Harry had entered the room but he refused to look up from his paper. "Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked softly. Vernon grunted in response still not looking up at Harry. "I have something that I need to tell you." Vernon just glared at him. Harry felt the glare on his back from Dudley but he ignored it. "I'm moving out" This got his Uncles attention. "What about money Boy?" Harry thought of the mountains of money that lay secretly in a volt in Gringrotts bank. "I have enough" This was the brake that Vernon had been praying for. He could get rid of Potter and if his no good, convict-of-a-godfather came around, well he can honestly say that Harry moved out on his own. Vernon was also worried that Harry would come back in a few years, half died and broke. Harry could see that clogs in his Uncles mind clicking. "Mr Weasly is setting up a job for me." Uncle Vernon smiled. "So, you will be living there then?" Harry knew 'there' ment the wizardry world that he loved. He nodded. "When?" Harry didn't know exactly when, but he guessed. "By the end of the school year." Harry said bravely, even though he didn't feel it. Aunt Petunia came in and smiled at her husband. Harry could barely believe it what he saw next. They had never looked happier. "Its about time you grew up Harry. Do whatever u want."
Dudley sat in his school uniform that already to small for him, making little disgusting noises as he ate the bacon that sat in front of him. Harry looked over to Uncle Vernon. He knew that Harry had entered the room but he refused to look up from his paper. "Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked softly. Vernon grunted in response still not looking up at Harry. "I have something that I need to tell you." Vernon just glared at him. Harry felt the glare on his back from Dudley but he ignored it. "I'm moving out" This got his Uncles attention. "What about money Boy?" Harry thought of the mountains of money that lay secretly in a volt in Gringrotts bank. "I have enough" This was the brake that Vernon had been praying for. He could get rid of Potter and if his no good, convict-of-a-godfather came around, well he can honestly say that Harry moved out on his own. Vernon was also worried that Harry would come back in a few years, half died and broke. Harry could see that clogs in his Uncles mind clicking. "Mr Weasly is setting up a job for me." Uncle Vernon smiled. "So, you will be living there then?" Harry knew 'there' ment the wizardry world that he loved. He nodded. "When?" Harry didn't know exactly when, but he guessed. "By the end of the school year." Harry said bravely, even though he didn't feel it. Aunt Petunia came in and smiled at her husband. Harry could barely believe it what he saw next. They had never looked happier. "Its about time you grew up Harry. Do whatever u want."