Chapter 3
When Harry entered Mrs Figg's living room, he smelt the same cat odour that was in the Weasley tent at the Quidditch World Cup and he also felt very familiar with the very old fashioned furniture in it . He assumed that she was the one whom the Weasley borrowed that camping tent. He wanted to ask a thousand questions like : Why haven't you tell me who I was before my eleven's birthday when I used to spend some afternoons with you? Why letting me live with those horrible people across the street when you've been witnessing all the bad things they were doing to me? But they were literally running across the room in direction of the backyard where Mrs Figg took an old tennis ball laying on the grass and put it firmly in Harry's empty left hand.
It was the last thing Harry saw before being kind of parachuted in the snow. He replaced his glasses properly on his nose and really wished he was having a nightmare. He landed in a very odd place which seemed to be far beyond the most northern countries. Maybe there was a mistake with the portkey ; for, obviously, the tennis ball showed itself to be a portkey. A host of questions came suddenly into his confused mind : Maybe Mrs Figg was not on his side? Maybe she changed the letter he received from Mr Weasley to send him to Voldemort a second time for the Dark Lord to finish what he had begun last time? Which meant : to murder him! Besides, he was alone in the snow only wearing his short-leave T-shirt and it was freezing!! He raised his wand to open his trunk and put his coat on, but the cold growing in his fingers was already avoiding him to do the unlocking spell properly .By the furious hootings he could hear from the cage he hold , Pigwidgeon , awaken, and Hedwig, seemed to agree that they had to move quickly if they didn't want to become ice statues.
He looked at the horizon and felt even more depressed when he realised that there was no end to it. He could see miles away and there was no where to shelter or no one to ask for help. The landscape was desperately flat and cold white. Except maybe for a small red spot in the snow, reflecting the light of the sun. He dragged his trunk through the snow in direction of that red spot and stopped right next to it. Then his heart sank when he realised it was only an old woollen glove probably forgotten here by former visitors. Anyway, he was cold so he decided he would slip the glove on. He took it, slip it on his right hand, noticed that it was amazedly dry for something lying in the snow and was about to go on walking in the snow when suddenly he found himself falling on a mattress in a very casual unfamiliar living room.
When Harry entered Mrs Figg's living room, he smelt the same cat odour that was in the Weasley tent at the Quidditch World Cup and he also felt very familiar with the very old fashioned furniture in it . He assumed that she was the one whom the Weasley borrowed that camping tent. He wanted to ask a thousand questions like : Why haven't you tell me who I was before my eleven's birthday when I used to spend some afternoons with you? Why letting me live with those horrible people across the street when you've been witnessing all the bad things they were doing to me? But they were literally running across the room in direction of the backyard where Mrs Figg took an old tennis ball laying on the grass and put it firmly in Harry's empty left hand.
It was the last thing Harry saw before being kind of parachuted in the snow. He replaced his glasses properly on his nose and really wished he was having a nightmare. He landed in a very odd place which seemed to be far beyond the most northern countries. Maybe there was a mistake with the portkey ; for, obviously, the tennis ball showed itself to be a portkey. A host of questions came suddenly into his confused mind : Maybe Mrs Figg was not on his side? Maybe she changed the letter he received from Mr Weasley to send him to Voldemort a second time for the Dark Lord to finish what he had begun last time? Which meant : to murder him! Besides, he was alone in the snow only wearing his short-leave T-shirt and it was freezing!! He raised his wand to open his trunk and put his coat on, but the cold growing in his fingers was already avoiding him to do the unlocking spell properly .By the furious hootings he could hear from the cage he hold , Pigwidgeon , awaken, and Hedwig, seemed to agree that they had to move quickly if they didn't want to become ice statues.
He looked at the horizon and felt even more depressed when he realised that there was no end to it. He could see miles away and there was no where to shelter or no one to ask for help. The landscape was desperately flat and cold white. Except maybe for a small red spot in the snow, reflecting the light of the sun. He dragged his trunk through the snow in direction of that red spot and stopped right next to it. Then his heart sank when he realised it was only an old woollen glove probably forgotten here by former visitors. Anyway, he was cold so he decided he would slip the glove on. He took it, slip it on his right hand, noticed that it was amazedly dry for something lying in the snow and was about to go on walking in the snow when suddenly he found himself falling on a mattress in a very casual unfamiliar living room.
