Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter characters, or Pokémon characters. J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter. I just own this plot: now that, I DO own. Whee! I own something!

A/N: Yay! After a long time of just sitting here, and going on vacation- actually school trip-to D.C., I have fically written the 2nd chappie to my story! Everyone celebrate! I'm sorry if this chappie seems a little long, but hey, I had to keep it this way. I feel so sad that I've only had 1 reviewer to this story, but I won't let that stop me! On with the chappie!

Chapter 2: The Flying Trip

Dear Harry, Happy Birthday!
And even if it was just a dream,
contact Professor Dumbledore and
tell him about it anyway. As for the
people and the castle, forget about it.
Sirius "Well, that was a lot of help. Thanks anyway Sirius. I wonder what he got me," said Harry. The present that Sirius had sent him looked like a fruit cake.

Inside was a small ball with a hole at the top. Harry looked at it. It looked like a baseball. Only without the hole at the top. He tapped the side of it. Nothing happened. "What does this thing do?" Harry asked himself. "This 'thing' allows us to talk with each other. Only people who are your friends will be able to hear me. Other people will just think that this is a ball," a voice answered.

"Who is this.......Sirius?" Harry asked.

"Yes, Harry. So what do you think?" Sirius asked. "This is weird," Harry answered.

"So, did you read my letter?" Sirius asked, delighted that Harry liked his present. "Yes. But what do you mean 'forget about the people and the castle'?" asked Harry. "And where are you?" "It's none of your concern about the castle. As for where I am......I can't tell you. Somebody might be listening to us. Do you have any questions about the voice transmitter?" asked Sirius. "Actually I do. So, let's say a friend of mine heard you talking, and then later stopped being my friend. If he tried to tell anyone else, what would happen?" Harry asked the ball.

Well, if this friend heard me, and later stopped being your friend, if he tried to tell someone, a memory charm would affect him so that he wouldn't remember you talking to me. Though, I doubt that Ron or Hermione would stop being your friend," Sirius said. "Okay. Well, I'll talk to you later Sirius," Harry said. "Harry wait! If you try to talk to me and you can't, don't worry. Just try to talk to me later. Okay? Bye!" Sirius said. "Bye," Harry answered. Sirius's voice cut off. Harry looked around. It was already 9 o'clock in the morning. He raced out of the room and hurried down the stairs.

Everybody was there. Uncle Vernon was reading the paper. Today, Aunt Petunia was trying to encourage Dudley to eat his apple quarter. After a while, he agreed to eat it.

The mail came. Harry was about to get up when Uncle Vernon pushed him back down and said that he would get it himself.

As soon as Uncle Vernon was out of the room, Dudley swiped his apple quarter and swallowed it in one gulp. Aunt Petunia didn't see him, because she was washing dishes. Dudley looked at Harry and put a finger over his lips, and shaking his fist at Harry to promise that he would get a severe beating if he told. It was going to be another boring day.

When Uncle Vernon came back in, he looked at his plate. One apple quarter was missing in action. "Oy! Where's my apple?" Dudley shrugged. "You ate it already, dad," he said simply. "No I didn't. It was here when I left the room. It couldn't have just walked away! I know! Maybe it fell," Vernon suggested. Harry had to cough to disguise his laughter. Since there was nothing to do after breakfast, Harry went back up to his room to open his last parchment.

When he got there, Hedwig was sleeping in her cage. Harry walked over to his dresser and picked up the letter. It had purple ink. It said:

To Mr. Potter
The Room Next to Dudley
4 Private Drive

It was probably from Hogwarts. Harry opened the sealed envelope and pulled out one of the papers.

Dear Mr. Potter, Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from King's Cross Station, platform nine and three quarters, promptly at eleven o'clock. Fifth years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade whenever they have free time, as long as they are back in time for class. A list of the book requirements is enclosed. I look forward to seeing you again at Hogwarts.
Sincerely yours,
Professor M. McGonagall

Harry looked away from the parchment. He was wondering if they needed another permission slip. He looked back at the envelope. There was nothing in there except the list of books he needed to get. He reached over to the envelope and pulled out the list.

Fifth-years will require:
The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Five

1 Advanced Transfiguration by: Dondrey Minesass

When Fortunes Turn Foul by: Cassandra Mickelstien

Dragon Book of Dragons
3 bottles of colored ink

Fifth years also need: 2 red robes 1 feather quill 1 quick quotes quill (optional) tuxedoes for boys formal dresses for girls

Harry thought about what he just read. "Why do we need a quick quotes quill?" he wondered. "Well, I won't think about that now. Gotta get packing," Harry thought, because he remembered that he would be leaving with Ron the next day.

He picked up his book about the Chudley Cannons and put it in his trunk. After all his books were in, Harry started to put in his presents and letters. After all of those things were in, he looked around. Was there anything that he had forgotten? Besides Hedwig, that was mostly it. But then, Harry thought, I guess that I should check under the floorboard. Harry walked over to his bed and looked under. In there, Harry found his sack of wizard money that he would need to but his books with. It's a good thing that he decided to check.

Harry had a hard time sleeping. He couldn't wait for morning to come.

"Wake up! You get out of bed this instant!" Aunt Petunia shrieked. "Okay! I'm coming!" Harry bellowed. It was 9:39 in the morning. He realized what day it was.

Harry hopped out of his bed and put his clothes on in a hurry. He dashed down the stairs and skidded to a halt in front of the kitchen table, almost knocking it over.

Dudley was so alarmed from Harry's entrance that he fell off of his chair. "Oh my God! Dudley!" Aunt Petunia squealed, and fainted. Uncle Vernon caught her right before she hit the ground. He glared at Harry while he put Petunia in the living room. "Oh-oh," Harry said, and ran back to the safety of his room. He bolted the door shut, barricading it with a chair.

Seconds later, Harry heard heavy footsteps outside of his door, and the doorknob rattled threateningly. "Fine! I actually agree with you being in there! Why don't you stay in there until it's time for you to leave?! Until those freaks you call friends come to take you away, I don't want to see your face downstairs, or out of this room unless you have to go to the loo! Got it?" The heavy footsteps retreated down the stairs, to the living room.

Harry flopped onto his bed. It seemed that five o'clock would never come.

He stared at the wall. The clock red 4:39. A spasm of joy bounced into Harry. It was close to time for him to leave.

He leaped off of the bed and ran down the stairs, almost knocking the glass of orange juice out of Dudley's fat hand. Dudley gasped. "Ah...what are you going to do?" he asked fearfully. "Nothing. I just decided to come in here. Is that a problem?" Harry asked sarcastically, and walked into the living room.

Harry looked out of the window. The street was empty. He looked at the clock. It was 4:45. He wondered if the Weasleys were really coming. What if they forgot? Harry looked back outside nervously. No cars. It was 4:50. Ten minutes until five o'clock. He started to pace. 4:52.

Harry needed something to do. He went over to his trunk, flipped it open, and started digging around, looking for something. He pulled out the baseball. "What am I going to do? It's 4:53. What if the Weasleys don't come?" he asked it. "Well I don't know. Just wait: they might come. Remember, you always have me to talk to," Sirius answered. "Thanks, Sirius," Harry whispered, because Uncle Vernon was eyeing him suspiciously.

"Who are you talking to, boy?" Uncle Vernon asked from behind the paper. "No one," Harry said and walked back over to the window. If they didn't come, he thought, I'll just stay here. But they have to come. I know they will.

It was 4:59. One more minute. Harry couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it.

5:00.

Harry ran over to his trunk, and searched for Ron's letter. It said that they would be there at 5:00 on Friday. It was 5:02 on Friday.

"Hey, Harry! Aren't those friends of yours supposed to be here by now? Did they forget you?" Dudley asked as he came waddling into the living room. Harry frowned. Uncle Vernon, seeing this, told Dudley to go and play. He looked back out of the window.

Suddenly a red car appeared out of nowhere in front of the house. It honked. Then a boy with red hair and freckles peeked out of the window and waved. It was Ron.

"They're here! Uncle Vernon! They're here!" Harry yelled and ran to open the door.

"Oh God! Petunia, those people are here!" Uncle Vernon said and jumped up. Aunt Petunia skipped in and positioned herself next to Uncle Vernon. Dudley squeezed his buttocks and ran for a corner.

Harry paused. "Well, what are you waiting for, boy? Open the door!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed. He opened the door and looked out. Then he motioned for them to come in.

"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, I presume. From what my husband has told me, you have a nice house. I'm quite sure that he's right," Mrs. Weasley said, looking around. "Who are you?" Uncle Vernon asked. "I'm Molly Weasley. My husband is Arthur Weasley. Hello Harry! Ready to go?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Yep. I almost thought that you weren't coming. And where are the twins?" Harry asked. "We wouldn't forget, Harry. We left the twins at home. As soon as I find my wand, we'll be leaving! Now where did I put that thing..." Mrs. Weasley muttered to herself as she checked her pockets. "Ah! Here it is!" she exclaimed and pointed it at Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon.

"Are you crazy! You-you can't do magic on me and my wife!" Uncle Vernon yelled. "Oh, for heavens to bessy! I'm not going to do magic on you! I'm checking my wand for any problems. If it can set a shower of fireworks over your head, it can lift this trunk. But if I try to lift it without checking, something might go wrong," she explained.

When Mrs. Weasley set off the fireworks, everyone's head was up watching. "Well, say good-bye, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said and zapped the trunk. It floated up as if someone invisible was carrying it. "Bye! See you next year!" Harry said happily. "Yeah, bye," Uncle Vernon stammered, still gazing at the moving object. Harry barely heard him, since he was already out of the door, and thinking about all of the great things that would happen now that he was finally leaving.