Author's Note: Ok here's the next chapter. Three reviews and I'll post the
next one, ok? Just to keep up the suspense, there will be a pairing forming
very soon. Mwahaha. Thanks again to hermione_granger17, who edited this
chapter for me. r&r and enjoy!!!
July 26, 1999
Uncle Vernon talked to me today! It wasn't the conversation that I had in mind after being away from them for almost a year, but I suppose that it was better than most things that he's said to me. He started firing questions about the group of odd people that were waiting for me at the train station. I simply explained that they were a group of wizards (he winced at the word) assembled to keep me safe in a world of very little magical activity from a Dark Lord who is out to kill me! No matter how much he hated me talking about magical terms, he knew that he couldn't hurt me. I overheard Aunt Petunia and him talking about the group this morning. Aunt Petunia decided to enlarge my helpings at dinner, so I could have as much food as I wanted, while 'poor little Popkins' can't eat more than ten bites each meal, according to the guidance counsellor at his school. She still thinks that he's overweight and started the diet process again, insisting that the rest of the family does not follow it. Apparently, if we get to eat as much as we like, Dudley will want to be like us even more. However, because Dudley is such a spoiled brat, Uncle Vernon has been forced to follow the diet plan as well. He needs it, too.
Adding to Dudley's poor little dilemmas, Aunt Petunia suggested that we swap bedrooms. Dudley is going to have the little room that I used to have, and I'm going to get his large bright room. I don't really need it. My old room was quite satisfactory, but if they want to give me a bigger bedroom I have no objections. Anything is better than the cupboard under the stairs. I almost feel sorry for Dudley though. He used to be such a spoiled brat, and five wizards messed it all up. Sometimes I can hear him talking, screaming rather, at Aunt Petunia, about how much it isn't fair, how much he life sucks now. I think that I'm going to ask for my small room back. No matter how much I dislike Dudley, I can't let him suffer like this.
I got a letter from Tonks today. I'll copy it out onto this page.
How are you doing? We still can't say much on the letters, I'm
afraid. I'm so sorry. We'll visit your house soon. I promise. I
just got your letter saying that those horrible muggles aren't
treating you like dirt anymore. That's quite a relief I must say.
After seeing the look on their faces, I was really scared that we
had only made matters worse for you.
Good news! I was accepted into my profession. I got the letter
yesterday. We're having a celebration at the headquarters. It's on
your birthday, at noon, and we'd love it if you could join us.
Please reply via owl.
Sorry that I can't say more. If you can come to the celebration,
we can pick you up at your house and fly you back. Waiting for
your reply,
T-bird.
I have to write her a reply saying that I'd love to come to her party, and its already midnight. Maybe she knows about Ron and Hermione. Why haven't they written yet Maybe they're worried I'll go mad again like last year when they wrote pointless letters! I'm exhausted, and I cant sleep in very much tomorrow.
Yours,
Harry Potter
July 26, 1999
Uncle Vernon talked to me today! It wasn't the conversation that I had in mind after being away from them for almost a year, but I suppose that it was better than most things that he's said to me. He started firing questions about the group of odd people that were waiting for me at the train station. I simply explained that they were a group of wizards (he winced at the word) assembled to keep me safe in a world of very little magical activity from a Dark Lord who is out to kill me! No matter how much he hated me talking about magical terms, he knew that he couldn't hurt me. I overheard Aunt Petunia and him talking about the group this morning. Aunt Petunia decided to enlarge my helpings at dinner, so I could have as much food as I wanted, while 'poor little Popkins' can't eat more than ten bites each meal, according to the guidance counsellor at his school. She still thinks that he's overweight and started the diet process again, insisting that the rest of the family does not follow it. Apparently, if we get to eat as much as we like, Dudley will want to be like us even more. However, because Dudley is such a spoiled brat, Uncle Vernon has been forced to follow the diet plan as well. He needs it, too.
Adding to Dudley's poor little dilemmas, Aunt Petunia suggested that we swap bedrooms. Dudley is going to have the little room that I used to have, and I'm going to get his large bright room. I don't really need it. My old room was quite satisfactory, but if they want to give me a bigger bedroom I have no objections. Anything is better than the cupboard under the stairs. I almost feel sorry for Dudley though. He used to be such a spoiled brat, and five wizards messed it all up. Sometimes I can hear him talking, screaming rather, at Aunt Petunia, about how much it isn't fair, how much he life sucks now. I think that I'm going to ask for my small room back. No matter how much I dislike Dudley, I can't let him suffer like this.
I got a letter from Tonks today. I'll copy it out onto this page.
How are you doing? We still can't say much on the letters, I'm
afraid. I'm so sorry. We'll visit your house soon. I promise. I
just got your letter saying that those horrible muggles aren't
treating you like dirt anymore. That's quite a relief I must say.
After seeing the look on their faces, I was really scared that we
had only made matters worse for you.
Good news! I was accepted into my profession. I got the letter
yesterday. We're having a celebration at the headquarters. It's on
your birthday, at noon, and we'd love it if you could join us.
Please reply via owl.
Sorry that I can't say more. If you can come to the celebration,
we can pick you up at your house and fly you back. Waiting for
your reply,
T-bird.
I have to write her a reply saying that I'd love to come to her party, and its already midnight. Maybe she knows about Ron and Hermione. Why haven't they written yet Maybe they're worried I'll go mad again like last year when they wrote pointless letters! I'm exhausted, and I cant sleep in very much tomorrow.
Yours,
Harry Potter