The rain pounded against the windows, and wind howled in the night.
Harry sat up straight in bed, as the pain in his head slowly retreated.
This was the third time this week. He really needed to talk to Dumbledore.
With every burst of pain, Harry's dreams continued to get worse. Things
were really going to change this year at Hogwarts, and Harry knew why, but
first he needed to sneak out of the Dursley's new house, and get to
Dumbeldore. After the first week of summer, some of Voldemort's surviving
followers attacked and demolished the Dursley's old house. Harry quietly
opened his bedroom door and crept down the stairs. He grabbed his cloak,
and left number 456 Lavender Lane. He walked to the end of the street,
grabed his wand and stuck his arm out. With a loud bang the Knight Bus
landed infront of him.
"Where to Harry?" Ernie asked, while Stan beamed at him.
"umm. Gothica Circle. London." He sat on one of the beds that lined the
sides of the bus, and prepared for takeoff. The bus rocketed off and Harry
was thrown backwards into a little old woman who looked quite disturbed.
"I would like to get off please!" She stated quietly to Stan, who
apparently hadn't heard her clearly.
"Pardon mam'? Whod you say?"
"I SAID I WANT OFF! YOU COULDN"T PAY ME TO STAY ON THIS INFERNAL
CONTRAPTION ONE MORE SECOND!" She yelled.
"Awrighty then Madam Marshbanks! All's well that end's well!" Ernie said
with a smile after they landed in a quiet neighborhood.
The moment the old lady was off, the bus shot forward, causing two whole houses to jump sideways to avoid being hit. "Next stop, London! Thas you Harry!" Stan called Ten minutes later Harry was all alone. Gothica Circle was once one of the greatest neighborhoods in all of England. Only the richest could afford it, and it was a crime for a poor person the set foot on the street, but then bad things started to happen to the residents. Soon they were stricken with poverty and sickness. Too poor or ill to move out, they were forced to continue to live in the boarded up dark, worn down villas. No one wanted to live there, so poverty continued, and crime made Gothica Circle it's capital.
Harry wandered down the street until he came to number 16. As he headed up the stoop, he looked around him. Not a person was to be seen. As he reached to knock at the front door, it opened for him, before he could raise his hand. "Dear Mister Potter! How nice of you to drop in, so expectedly!"
The moment the old lady was off, the bus shot forward, causing two whole houses to jump sideways to avoid being hit. "Next stop, London! Thas you Harry!" Stan called Ten minutes later Harry was all alone. Gothica Circle was once one of the greatest neighborhoods in all of England. Only the richest could afford it, and it was a crime for a poor person the set foot on the street, but then bad things started to happen to the residents. Soon they were stricken with poverty and sickness. Too poor or ill to move out, they were forced to continue to live in the boarded up dark, worn down villas. No one wanted to live there, so poverty continued, and crime made Gothica Circle it's capital.
Harry wandered down the street until he came to number 16. As he headed up the stoop, he looked around him. Not a person was to be seen. As he reached to knock at the front door, it opened for him, before he could raise his hand. "Dear Mister Potter! How nice of you to drop in, so expectedly!"