But again luck did not strike out and Harry found himself staring straight at Uncle Dursley.
" Boy, what do you think your doing outside your room at this time of night."
Harry quickly tried to hide his broom and cloak, but too late...
"And what's this," Uncle Dursley quickly figured it out, " DO YOU THINK YOU COULD ACTUALLY FLY YOURSELF INTO THE NIGHT, I DOUBT NOT, NOW GET BACK TO YOUR ROOM AND STAY THERE!!!" Uncle Dursley shoved Harry into his room and locked the door.
Great just what he had in mind. He didn't even get to speak one word, but it didn't matter because no lie could have gotten him out. Harry dropped both broom and cloak on top of his luggage with such force that it woke both Hedwig and Pigwidgeon. The ministry owl must have gotten back to his owner. Harry flung himself on his bed and thought of the dinner party. He would of course bring along with him Hermione and Ron, and then he started to doze off imagining he and the Weasleys stuck in Hermione's chimney.
" AHHH! STOP THAT!", Harry couldn't seem to open his eyes, but something was pecking his head . He had dreamed that night that Dumbledore had given him a special object, but never found out what it had turned out to be with all this commotion in his room. He reached out and felt fluffy feathers and realized that it was Hedwig the pecking's correspondent.
" HEDWIG!" Harry finally raised himself up and put on his glasses. It was really bright outside, somewhere near eight a.m. and his room seamed better cleaned up and both owls were going all about. Pigwidgeon was flying around all excited and there was another yet pecking noise coming outside his window. And sure enough an irritated owl was waiting for him.
" The Daily Prophet!" He quickly fetched some coins, opened up his window to his angry deliverer, dropped the coins in the small pouch and grabbed his newspaper, quickly closing his window to an owl that had already flew far into the distance.
" Hmm.. AHa! Here it is."
And on the VERY front Page with a big bright picture of Cornelius Fudge, it said:
CORNELIUS FUDGE, MINISTER OF MAGIC, HAS ORGANIZED A DINNER PARTY
ON THE PROPOSE OF SIRIUS BLACK
"WHAT!!!!!" Harry exclaimed and sure enough he must had been mistaking,
This Dinner Party will only attend to private officials ( " And I'm one of them?" Harry thought")
who will finalize the issue that Sirius Black had actually never been a fugitive.
Harry just couldn't believe is ears, Fudge was actually going to clear Siruis' name. What a surprise after all the things he'd done to find and catch Siruis, he ends up making a dinner party when Siruis was d... and will never find out about this. How can Harry go to a party celebrating the death of his godfather who had lived the last of his years stuck in a house running away from the Ministry of Magic and now they finally acknowledge that their government had been wrong all along and Sirius could have maybe still been alive right now, maybe. As he thought more about this he realized that Dumbledore must have been a toll on this Sirius issue, I mean how else would they know that he wasn't Voldemort's prime assistant, unless someone had fought to get the issue right, someone JUST like Dumbledore would want a person's freedom back even if that person weren't alive. He decided to put all thoughts of the dinner party in the back of his mind as he realized that there was only three hours left before the Weasley's were to pick him up. So he started once again at what there was left to pack that he hadn't already done last night , and he realized that there were plenty of things he had to get done. So he started cleaning up his room, because he knew this would take awhile, and filled up his trunks with books, clothes, and many of his prized possessions. It was nearly twelve o'clock when he realized he hadn't told the Dursleys of his friends arrival.
Harry went down to the kitchen to get himself a snack, his stomach had been making such loud noises ever since he started packing and Harry remembered that last night he hadn't eaten anything. He hoped the Dursleys were in a good mood as his friends could be coming in about fifteen minutes. As he stood in the kitchen doorway, he spot all the Dursleys sitting at the table and eating away their lunch. Dudley was still on their packed diet, so all three Dursleys were eating breadsticks and lettuce. Strike three on his luck! As the Dursleys looked up and finally realized Harry was there. their expressions changed from calm to frustrated.