The letter for Dudley
Harry Potter woke up on a hot, summer day but was chilled by what he had seen in the dream. After he woke from it, he could not remember much about it except for a girl with red hair and green eyes, like his. He tried to remember it but could not. There was only certain parts that he could remember like that the girl and him were in the Forbidden Forest chasing Voldemort and then something about blood and Dumbledore at a house he had never seen before where Voldemort killed a woman and tried to kill the girl. He was shook from his thoughts when he heard a scream from the kitchen. He threw the cover back and ran to the steps to see what was going on. Then he slid down the banister. He landed on his feet and finished the rest of the way to the kitchen with a sprint. What he saw was a close second to the horrors of his dream.
His aunt Petunia had a letter in her hand with the Hogwarts School seal on the envelope. He froze unable to say anything; his mouth had gone as dry as ginger ale. Who would be getting a letter from Hogwarts here? He wondered if it was for him and then wanted to kick himself silly for it. Of course, it would be for him. He was the only student here that goes to Hogwarts so it was for him. Why hadn't the owl come to his window instead of scaring them? Dudley was looking at the letter and trying to snatch it out of her hand. "Mum! Let me see it! Please! Come on mum!" Remembering that it was his birthday and that he could finally do magic away from Hogwarts, he decided to see what the letter was about since his aunt wasn't going to say anything about it since she looked like she was in shock. "Accio!" he said, pointing his wand at the parchment in his aunt's hand. It slipped through her fingers and glided through the air to him. It landed gracefully in his hands. When he had read the first line, he paled and looked at his aunt.
Dear Mr. Dudley Dursley,
You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of the things you will need for the following school year and a ticket to board the Hogwarts Express on September the first on
Platform 9 ¾. The Hogwarts Express will leave at 11'clock prompt so be certain that you arrive on time. We look forward to your owl no later by
August 20.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
First Class Order of Merlin
Chief Warlock of the Wizard's Council
Head Council member of the Wizengamot
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, Dudley at Hogwarts? Now his life there would be ruined for sure. Unless . . . he looked at his aunt and uncle hopefully. There was no way that they would let Dudley go. That wouldn't be normal and they loathed anything that wasn't normal. He smiled. He definitely didn't have to worry about that. Dudley tried to grab it out of Harry's hand and succeeded. Dudley read it quickly and was dumbfounded. Harry hid a grin. It didn't take much to dumbfound that idiot. He looked to Harry, then his mom and dad and pleaded them to let him go. "No way in Hell are you going to that confounded school! No son of mine will ever go!" shouted uncle Vernon, turning purple in the face. The Dursley's had a shouting match about it and Harry tried to sneak up to his room but uncle Vernon caught him by the collar and swung him around. "And just where do you think your going?" he snarled and threw Harry against the wall with a bone-shattering force. He kicked Harry in the ribs where his hand had been just moments before. Harry thought for sure his ribs were broken now if they weren't when he was thrown against the wall. Harry saw stars as his uncle started to berate him and raised his fist to punch him.
Harry pulled out the wand from his back pocket and pointed it at his uncle. His uncle stopped for a moment but then smirked at him. "I know you can't use magic or they will throw you out of that nuthouse school of yours." He raised his fist again and Harry said "Stupefy!" before his uncle had landed the punch. His uncle's face contorted in a look of surprise as he was knocked backward by a beam of red light that came out of his wand and Uncle Vernon crashed into the table. Dudley ran into the other room. Harry narrowed his eyes at his uncle. "I forgot to mention that I am of age in the wizarding world now and am allowed to do magic." He smirked at his uncle lying on the ground. Mad as a hornet, he got to his feet. Harry looked at his uncle, and if looks alone could kill, his uncle would be dead a thousand times over. "Don't make me use this Uncle Vernon." Harry said warningly. Vernon backed off. With his eyes glittering with malice and rage just barely hidden underneath, he snarled, "You will get your stuff and leave this minute! I put up with you for far too long now and I will not put up with it anymore!" Harry looked him in the eye and said something he had wanted to say for a long time. "You know what, I think I will and if you even step a foot to where I move to, you will be sorry. I hope you know that I was the only one who was protecting you from Voldemort. In the end, you will wish that I were here when he walks in here and kill all of you. You will have no defense when I leave. You are the biggest fool I have ever met to throw me out and I will not about to let a stupid muggle like you do the job for him. " He replied coldly and painfully, gasping for air.
He walked up the steps to pack his things that he would need to leave. He touched the place where Vernon had slammed him against the wall and felt a bone in his rib cage were out of place. He hated all of them so much, he really did wish that Voldemort would come and finish them off. He shook his head. As terrible as that sounded and as much as they deserved it, he couldn't wish it on them. He sighed and said "Pack!" and everything flew in his Hogwarts trunk. He laid his broom on top and closed, and locked the lid in place. "Locomortis trunk!" he said as the trunk suddenly floated in the air. "Scrougify!" he pointed his wand at Hedwig's cage and it was clean as a whistle. "Accio cage!" the cage flew straight toward him and he caught it with ease. He looked around the room for the final time, satisfied that he had gotten everything, went downstairs for what he hoped would be the last time. He was thinking of hugging his aunt goodbye since she had never been quite as mean to him as Vernon and Dudley, and the fact that she was, after all, his mother's sister. He decided that he would like to do that and started down the stairs. He knew to stay on his guard though. Uncle Vernon would love to catch him off-guard since he had just embarrassed him in front of his family. He clutched his wand tighter as he walked down the staircase.
He cast the spell to let his trunks down for a moment. He reached out for his aunt and said goodbye. He expected a cold shoulder or a rude remark for trying to hug her, but never did he expect the tears that fell on her cheeks. Nor did he expect the hug that followed his. She hugged him back and told him that she loved him and begged him to forgive her for all the cruel and mean things she had done. Harry looked at his aunt closely and seen that she might not be so bad. He whispered in her ear that she could come over when he found a place. She cried even harder on his shoulder. Harry looked behind him at just the right moment because Vernon was slowly sneaking up behind him. He turned, quick as lightning and shouted "Petrificus Totalus!" Harry's uncle fell to the floor as stiff as a board. His aunt screamed and Harry looked at her and told her to calm down. "He will be alright. I will levitate him to the couch and will take the spell off as soon as I get to the door. I love you aunt Petunia." She wrapped him in another hug and Harry hugged her back. He turned to his uncle lying stiff on the ground and thought about leaving him like that and smiled. "Locomotoris!" and his uncle rose into the air and followed Harry's wand to the couch in the living room. "Finite incantatem!" He cried as his uncle dropped to the couch and began moaning and moving around.
Harry went to the kitchen to get his stuff and put the same levitating spell on them as before. He walked outside, raised and muttered "lumos!" as he held his wand high in the air to alert the Knight Bus to pick him up. His aunt came to the door and they hugged again. "I will send a letter to Mrs. Figg to give to you so uncle Vernon doesn't know, okay?" Boom! The big, purple bus arrived. Petunia hugged him again and told him that she loved him and would get the letters from her. She might have tea with her today, she said. He got on the bus and was greeted by the driver Stan. "How are ye' Harry? Look Ern, its 'arry Potter!" Harry groaned inwardly. He didn't want the whole wizarding world to know he had gotten on the bus. Who knew if one of them might not be looking for him under Voldemort's orders? He clutched his chest were uncle Vernon had broken his rib. "So where to 'arry?" Stan chuckled. Harry barely had the breath to whisper, "Number twelve, Grimmauld place, please." He gave them fifteen sickles and took a seat in one of the chairs that was set up haphazardly around the bus. There was not anyone on today. Harry sighed deeply. You never could tell where dark wizards were around and in this day and time, you didn't know who to trust.
With a bang, the bus was gone and in seconds the bus was at Grimmauld Place number twelve. He remembered the address and a black colored house came into view, squeezing in between the other two houses. Harry knocked at the door and it opened quickly to reveal Lupin and he gave a hoarse yelp when he seen Harry at the door. "Harry, are you okay? Why are you here? What happened?" Harry walked in with Lupin into the living room and they both sat on the couch. Harry muttered the words he said earlier to let his trunks fall to the floor. He looked at Lupin and told him what had happened at the Dursley's and Lupin's lips drew into the same thin line as his teacher and head of house, McGonagall when he told him that uncle Vernon had slung him against the wall and kicked him in the chest. He touched the out-of-place bone unconsciously as he finished the story. By the end, Harry was as hoarse as Lupin and feeling very weak. "Harry, why are you holding your hand there? May I see?" Lupin asked softly. Harry quickly moved his hand. He didn't want to show Lupin that the bastard had broken his rib, but Lupin insisted and Harry gave in. Lupin gave a sharp intake of breath and told Harry that his ribs was broken and that he was taken him to St. Mungo's for treatment.
"That lowly, cowardly bastard! Wait till I get my hands on him! He doesn't like magic, huh? I will make him wish he were dead! Maybe I'll even give him a bite to remember." He threatened menacingly. Molly burst into the room, wanting to know why Lupin was saying such rude things when he never had even muttered one while she was around. "Lupin! What in the world is the matter with you? I have never heard you speak that way before. Harry!" she said, just noticing him then. "How did you get here? I didn't hear you come in. Has something happened?" Lupin looked like he was going to be sick. "Look at his ribs Molly. That sorry son-of-a" Molly gave him a withering look and he fell quiet. She screamed when she saw what Lupin was talking about. "Who did this to you? Was it that sorry uncle of yours? Of course, I can see it now. That bastard!" she went on her own little rant until Snape walked in the room.
Harry closed his eyes and hoped it was a bad dream that would end when he opened them again. He opened them again and Snape was still there in his usual billowing green-black robes and he had his usual sneer across his face. Oh great, just what I need now. Snape to make fun of me while I am down, he thought. "Potter, why are you here now? Are you not supposed to be at your relative's?" Harry sat up painfully and tried to talk, but all he could get out was a wheeze. He tried again but couldn't and Lupin took up the story. He told Snape that Harry's uncle had mistaken him for a rag doll and slammed him against the wall. Snape shook his head in shock. Maybe the boy isn't treated like a celebrity at home. He shivered and thought, maybe he is treated like me when I was young.
Snape drew a stretcher in the air and one popped seemingly out of it. He levitated it, picked Harry up gently and put him on it. Harry was surprised with the gentleness in which Snape done this and wondered, for a moment at least, if he had the wrong impression about Snape. "Grasp one side of this Lupin and on the count of three we will apparate to St. Mungo's where he can be treated. Potter," he said looking at Harry, "You will not stay at the Dursley's any longer if I have a say about this. I will speak to the headmaster myself." Snape said in an unusually shaky voice with rage just barely hidden. Harry was thoroughly shocked. Here Snape was, the teacher who hated him the most, was going to help Harry to stay away from the Dursley's for good. It was almost laughable! He coughed and blood came out on the stretcher. "Th - thank you." Harry said weakly. In truth, his head was spinning and he longed for a good nap. Molly screamed when she saw that he had coughed up blood. Harry tried to raise his head up to tell Molly not to worry about him but he was too weak to. He saw black and knew no more.
Harry Potter woke up on a hot, summer day but was chilled by what he had seen in the dream. After he woke from it, he could not remember much about it except for a girl with red hair and green eyes, like his. He tried to remember it but could not. There was only certain parts that he could remember like that the girl and him were in the Forbidden Forest chasing Voldemort and then something about blood and Dumbledore at a house he had never seen before where Voldemort killed a woman and tried to kill the girl. He was shook from his thoughts when he heard a scream from the kitchen. He threw the cover back and ran to the steps to see what was going on. Then he slid down the banister. He landed on his feet and finished the rest of the way to the kitchen with a sprint. What he saw was a close second to the horrors of his dream.
His aunt Petunia had a letter in her hand with the Hogwarts School seal on the envelope. He froze unable to say anything; his mouth had gone as dry as ginger ale. Who would be getting a letter from Hogwarts here? He wondered if it was for him and then wanted to kick himself silly for it. Of course, it would be for him. He was the only student here that goes to Hogwarts so it was for him. Why hadn't the owl come to his window instead of scaring them? Dudley was looking at the letter and trying to snatch it out of her hand. "Mum! Let me see it! Please! Come on mum!" Remembering that it was his birthday and that he could finally do magic away from Hogwarts, he decided to see what the letter was about since his aunt wasn't going to say anything about it since she looked like she was in shock. "Accio!" he said, pointing his wand at the parchment in his aunt's hand. It slipped through her fingers and glided through the air to him. It landed gracefully in his hands. When he had read the first line, he paled and looked at his aunt.
Dear Mr. Dudley Dursley,
You have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Enclosed is a list of the things you will need for the following school year and a ticket to board the Hogwarts Express on September the first on
Platform 9 ¾. The Hogwarts Express will leave at 11'clock prompt so be certain that you arrive on time. We look forward to your owl no later by
August 20.
Sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
First Class Order of Merlin
Chief Warlock of the Wizard's Council
Head Council member of the Wizengamot
Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry couldn't believe his eyes, Dudley at Hogwarts? Now his life there would be ruined for sure. Unless . . . he looked at his aunt and uncle hopefully. There was no way that they would let Dudley go. That wouldn't be normal and they loathed anything that wasn't normal. He smiled. He definitely didn't have to worry about that. Dudley tried to grab it out of Harry's hand and succeeded. Dudley read it quickly and was dumbfounded. Harry hid a grin. It didn't take much to dumbfound that idiot. He looked to Harry, then his mom and dad and pleaded them to let him go. "No way in Hell are you going to that confounded school! No son of mine will ever go!" shouted uncle Vernon, turning purple in the face. The Dursley's had a shouting match about it and Harry tried to sneak up to his room but uncle Vernon caught him by the collar and swung him around. "And just where do you think your going?" he snarled and threw Harry against the wall with a bone-shattering force. He kicked Harry in the ribs where his hand had been just moments before. Harry thought for sure his ribs were broken now if they weren't when he was thrown against the wall. Harry saw stars as his uncle started to berate him and raised his fist to punch him.
Harry pulled out the wand from his back pocket and pointed it at his uncle. His uncle stopped for a moment but then smirked at him. "I know you can't use magic or they will throw you out of that nuthouse school of yours." He raised his fist again and Harry said "Stupefy!" before his uncle had landed the punch. His uncle's face contorted in a look of surprise as he was knocked backward by a beam of red light that came out of his wand and Uncle Vernon crashed into the table. Dudley ran into the other room. Harry narrowed his eyes at his uncle. "I forgot to mention that I am of age in the wizarding world now and am allowed to do magic." He smirked at his uncle lying on the ground. Mad as a hornet, he got to his feet. Harry looked at his uncle, and if looks alone could kill, his uncle would be dead a thousand times over. "Don't make me use this Uncle Vernon." Harry said warningly. Vernon backed off. With his eyes glittering with malice and rage just barely hidden underneath, he snarled, "You will get your stuff and leave this minute! I put up with you for far too long now and I will not put up with it anymore!" Harry looked him in the eye and said something he had wanted to say for a long time. "You know what, I think I will and if you even step a foot to where I move to, you will be sorry. I hope you know that I was the only one who was protecting you from Voldemort. In the end, you will wish that I were here when he walks in here and kill all of you. You will have no defense when I leave. You are the biggest fool I have ever met to throw me out and I will not about to let a stupid muggle like you do the job for him. " He replied coldly and painfully, gasping for air.
He walked up the steps to pack his things that he would need to leave. He touched the place where Vernon had slammed him against the wall and felt a bone in his rib cage were out of place. He hated all of them so much, he really did wish that Voldemort would come and finish them off. He shook his head. As terrible as that sounded and as much as they deserved it, he couldn't wish it on them. He sighed and said "Pack!" and everything flew in his Hogwarts trunk. He laid his broom on top and closed, and locked the lid in place. "Locomortis trunk!" he said as the trunk suddenly floated in the air. "Scrougify!" he pointed his wand at Hedwig's cage and it was clean as a whistle. "Accio cage!" the cage flew straight toward him and he caught it with ease. He looked around the room for the final time, satisfied that he had gotten everything, went downstairs for what he hoped would be the last time. He was thinking of hugging his aunt goodbye since she had never been quite as mean to him as Vernon and Dudley, and the fact that she was, after all, his mother's sister. He decided that he would like to do that and started down the stairs. He knew to stay on his guard though. Uncle Vernon would love to catch him off-guard since he had just embarrassed him in front of his family. He clutched his wand tighter as he walked down the staircase.
He cast the spell to let his trunks down for a moment. He reached out for his aunt and said goodbye. He expected a cold shoulder or a rude remark for trying to hug her, but never did he expect the tears that fell on her cheeks. Nor did he expect the hug that followed his. She hugged him back and told him that she loved him and begged him to forgive her for all the cruel and mean things she had done. Harry looked at his aunt closely and seen that she might not be so bad. He whispered in her ear that she could come over when he found a place. She cried even harder on his shoulder. Harry looked behind him at just the right moment because Vernon was slowly sneaking up behind him. He turned, quick as lightning and shouted "Petrificus Totalus!" Harry's uncle fell to the floor as stiff as a board. His aunt screamed and Harry looked at her and told her to calm down. "He will be alright. I will levitate him to the couch and will take the spell off as soon as I get to the door. I love you aunt Petunia." She wrapped him in another hug and Harry hugged her back. He turned to his uncle lying stiff on the ground and thought about leaving him like that and smiled. "Locomotoris!" and his uncle rose into the air and followed Harry's wand to the couch in the living room. "Finite incantatem!" He cried as his uncle dropped to the couch and began moaning and moving around.
Harry went to the kitchen to get his stuff and put the same levitating spell on them as before. He walked outside, raised and muttered "lumos!" as he held his wand high in the air to alert the Knight Bus to pick him up. His aunt came to the door and they hugged again. "I will send a letter to Mrs. Figg to give to you so uncle Vernon doesn't know, okay?" Boom! The big, purple bus arrived. Petunia hugged him again and told him that she loved him and would get the letters from her. She might have tea with her today, she said. He got on the bus and was greeted by the driver Stan. "How are ye' Harry? Look Ern, its 'arry Potter!" Harry groaned inwardly. He didn't want the whole wizarding world to know he had gotten on the bus. Who knew if one of them might not be looking for him under Voldemort's orders? He clutched his chest were uncle Vernon had broken his rib. "So where to 'arry?" Stan chuckled. Harry barely had the breath to whisper, "Number twelve, Grimmauld place, please." He gave them fifteen sickles and took a seat in one of the chairs that was set up haphazardly around the bus. There was not anyone on today. Harry sighed deeply. You never could tell where dark wizards were around and in this day and time, you didn't know who to trust.
With a bang, the bus was gone and in seconds the bus was at Grimmauld Place number twelve. He remembered the address and a black colored house came into view, squeezing in between the other two houses. Harry knocked at the door and it opened quickly to reveal Lupin and he gave a hoarse yelp when he seen Harry at the door. "Harry, are you okay? Why are you here? What happened?" Harry walked in with Lupin into the living room and they both sat on the couch. Harry muttered the words he said earlier to let his trunks fall to the floor. He looked at Lupin and told him what had happened at the Dursley's and Lupin's lips drew into the same thin line as his teacher and head of house, McGonagall when he told him that uncle Vernon had slung him against the wall and kicked him in the chest. He touched the out-of-place bone unconsciously as he finished the story. By the end, Harry was as hoarse as Lupin and feeling very weak. "Harry, why are you holding your hand there? May I see?" Lupin asked softly. Harry quickly moved his hand. He didn't want to show Lupin that the bastard had broken his rib, but Lupin insisted and Harry gave in. Lupin gave a sharp intake of breath and told Harry that his ribs was broken and that he was taken him to St. Mungo's for treatment.
"That lowly, cowardly bastard! Wait till I get my hands on him! He doesn't like magic, huh? I will make him wish he were dead! Maybe I'll even give him a bite to remember." He threatened menacingly. Molly burst into the room, wanting to know why Lupin was saying such rude things when he never had even muttered one while she was around. "Lupin! What in the world is the matter with you? I have never heard you speak that way before. Harry!" she said, just noticing him then. "How did you get here? I didn't hear you come in. Has something happened?" Lupin looked like he was going to be sick. "Look at his ribs Molly. That sorry son-of-a" Molly gave him a withering look and he fell quiet. She screamed when she saw what Lupin was talking about. "Who did this to you? Was it that sorry uncle of yours? Of course, I can see it now. That bastard!" she went on her own little rant until Snape walked in the room.
Harry closed his eyes and hoped it was a bad dream that would end when he opened them again. He opened them again and Snape was still there in his usual billowing green-black robes and he had his usual sneer across his face. Oh great, just what I need now. Snape to make fun of me while I am down, he thought. "Potter, why are you here now? Are you not supposed to be at your relative's?" Harry sat up painfully and tried to talk, but all he could get out was a wheeze. He tried again but couldn't and Lupin took up the story. He told Snape that Harry's uncle had mistaken him for a rag doll and slammed him against the wall. Snape shook his head in shock. Maybe the boy isn't treated like a celebrity at home. He shivered and thought, maybe he is treated like me when I was young.
Snape drew a stretcher in the air and one popped seemingly out of it. He levitated it, picked Harry up gently and put him on it. Harry was surprised with the gentleness in which Snape done this and wondered, for a moment at least, if he had the wrong impression about Snape. "Grasp one side of this Lupin and on the count of three we will apparate to St. Mungo's where he can be treated. Potter," he said looking at Harry, "You will not stay at the Dursley's any longer if I have a say about this. I will speak to the headmaster myself." Snape said in an unusually shaky voice with rage just barely hidden. Harry was thoroughly shocked. Here Snape was, the teacher who hated him the most, was going to help Harry to stay away from the Dursley's for good. It was almost laughable! He coughed and blood came out on the stretcher. "Th - thank you." Harry said weakly. In truth, his head was spinning and he longed for a good nap. Molly screamed when she saw that he had coughed up blood. Harry tried to raise his head up to tell Molly not to worry about him but he was too weak to. He saw black and knew no more.