09/30/03
A/N: Sorry this took so long but my grandparents were visiting for about a week after my last update and I'm not really allowed on the comp so I had no time. Then I didn't really want to write for a while so I… didn't but now I'm done. Yay! Oh yea and I have no idea about the O.W.L.'s scores so don't ask me. If you have any suggestions please tell me!
Kaizer Knuckz- Thank-you for the compliments. I'll try to read your story when I have time.
Skysong1- I know. I didn't get the wolf thing but I did some research and changed it to Prince. I'm not telling you what I found out though.
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Ok, ok onto the story!
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Chapter 3
…Comes the Bad.
As Harry walked down the stairs, he spotted one lone letter on the floor near the mail slot. He wondered briefly why the Dursley's hadn't picked it up but shrugged and grabbed it off the floor. It was a normal letter a muggle would receive and it appeared to be a business letter. It looked to be something that should've been addressed to his overly large Uncle, but to his surprise it was for him. He decided he didn't want a repetition of the last time something had been addressed to him and ripped it open right then. He unfolded the letter and watched in eerie amazement as lines slithered their was across the previously blank sheet.
Dear Mr. Potter,
I am happy to announce you have received a total of 12 O.W.L.'s. Below are your scares for each subject.
Astronomy: Practical- Acceptable, Theory- Exceeding Expectations;
Care of Magical Creature: Practical- Exceeding Expectations, Theory- Exceeding Expectations;
Charms: Practical- Excellent, Theory- Exceeding Expectations;
Defence Against the Dark Arts: Practical- Outstanding, Theory- Outstanding;
Divination: Practical- Acceptable, Theory-Excellent;
History of Magic: Acceptable;
Potions: Practical- Outstanding, Theory- Outstanding;
Transfiguration: Practical- Excellent, Theory- Exceeding expectations.
Your booklists have been accommodated accordingly with your O.W.L.'s scores.
Deputy Headmistress,
Minerva McGonagall
Harry stood the frozen, letter in hand wondering if the whole world were as off their rockers as his eccentric Headmaster. In his opinion the would have to be in order for him to receive that score in potions, let alone the rest of the exams.
A shout from the kitchen broke him from his reverie and he hastily stuffed the letter in his pocket and entered the kitchen. What he saw confused him and frightened him. The whole Dursley family were looking at him as if they'd won the lottery. He was getting more anxious by the minute and when he could no longer stand it, he uneasily asked, "Yes?"
If possible, his uncle's grin got even wider as he replied, "Why, we have just gotten notice a client will be staying with us for a short amount of time." Harry was thoroughly confused until his uncle continued, " We do not want a repeat of last time, so we have come to the conclusion that YOU will not be staying here."
Harry didn't really expect them to care but asked despite himself, " Where will I go?"
"Far away from here," the small whale at the table interrupted happily. Harry glared at him wishing to actually turn him into a whale but he seemed oblivious.
His uncle's command to get himself and his 'freak junk' out of the house after dark (to avoid suspicion), broke him out of his train of thought. He rushed upstairs and started piling his possessions haphazardly into his trunk.
He had mixed feelings about the whole situation. One: He had nowhere to go and Two: He could possible be away form the Dursleys' plus this stunt might ensure his permanent extraction form there. When he had completed throwing things in his trunk, he sat down on his bed and contemplated what he should do. The Order wouldn't be too impressed with the Dursleys' but on the other hand there could be Death Eaters and such lurking around. He weighed his options. One: Stay there and chance a repetition of the summer before his second year; or Two: Try to find somewhere to stay while avoiding unwanted attention. He decided he'd leave. Maybe he could make himself like he was this morning because it seemed the Ministry wasn't able to detect whatever it was he did.
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Harry watched as the sun sunk beyond the horizon and let Hedwig out, telling her to be careful and not to get caught. He decided that, since he might never return he was going to take his things form under the loose floorboard. When he was finished, as if on cue his uncle hollered for him to get downstairs.
As he lugged his trunk down the stairs, apprehension filled him. When he reached the bottom of the stairs his uncle was waiting for him, holding the door open. Harry started to laugh inwardly, the only time his uncle cared where he was was when he was leaving for good. He severely wished he'd never come back and he would bet anything his 'family' wished the same.
When Harry stepped out the door, he felt the cool night air. He turned back to his uncle and mock saluted him. His uncle's only reply was to grumble and slam the door shut. He stood the a few moment, glaring at the door until he shook his head and started dragging his trunk down the street. Harry was so caught up in his thoughts he hadn't noticed where his legs had carried him; the place where he, sort of, met his godfather. How could he have gotten this far?
Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him. He whipped around, wondering who it was. Was it a Death Eater? Immediately, he cast the idea out of his mind; a Death Eater would have likely attacked before he knew it was there. One of the Order most likely, but why didn't they reveal themselves. He turned around and continued on his way; the hairs on the back of his neck prickling up as the feeling he was being watched intensified.
Without warning, a hand was on his shoulder, succeeding in whirling him around. He was faced with an exceptionally peeved Potions Master. He looked the same as the last time Harry had seen him; glaring at something or everything.
"Hello Professor," he greeted his professor, uneasily.
"Potter," he hissed, "why are you not at your relatives' house." Snape looked like he'd much rather be doing anything than talking to Harry; the feeling was completely mutual.
"Why don't you ask them?" he asked coolly, wondering why he wasn't straining to keep his anger in check.
Snape grabbed him by his oversized shirt and whispered dangerously, "Don't get cute with me Potter!" Harry was now standing on the tips of his toes trying to keep his balance.
He scowled, miraculously not angry and replied venomously, "Wouldn't dream of it, Professor."
For the second time that night, Harry felt a prickling sensation on the back of his neck; the feeling he was being watched. His Professor didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. He went on glaring obliviously, trying to get his rage under control.
Harry decided to try to warn his professor and hurriedly whispered, "I don't think we're alone."
A look of confusion creased his features until there was a flash red light out of the corner of his eye and his world went black.
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