Chapter 3
Day 6
"Harry Potter!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia behind Harry's door. "Open this door immediately!" she shrieked again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Harry yelled, annoyed that the one time he actually fell into a deep sleep, his aunt had to ruin. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"When was the last time you ate anything?" she asked him, in a rather scolding sort of way.
"Why do you care, you never cared before!" Harry shouted. "Oh wait I know why, because of bloody Moody, right?" Harry teased.
"The point is you haven't eaten in four days, and I won't have you starve yourself to get us in trouble!" She glared at him, assuming she knew everything there is to know in this world.
"Aunt Petunia, have I ever done anything to you at all? I mean really, have I ever personally wronged you, Uncle Vernon or Dudley? Hexed you, hurt you? No. So why don't you just..."Harry breathed deeply, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Then he slammed the door in his Aunt's face. He tried to go back to sleep and it almost worked except that there was a tiny knock at his door. Harry got up, and cautiously opened it a crack, just to see enough of what was outside it. Down on the floor was a plate filled with eggs and bacon. Harry suddenly felt something that he hadn't felt for a long time. Power.
Later that day, Hedwig came back from delivering Hermione's letter. Pig, Ron's owl, accompanied her. They both flew in the window, and stopped on Harry's bed.
"Thanks." Harry said. The owls went to Hedwig's cage and began eating. Harry looked at Ron's letter, not really sure if he wanted to open it. "He's my best mate!" Harry told himself. He picked up the letter, opened the seal, and began to read.
Dear Harry,
How've you been? It's been pretty boring around here. Fred and George aren't ever really around and Ginny is getting a little dangerous to hang out with. I swear she's up to something odd. She's just like Fred and George you know. One week left 'till school, you must be excited! I hope Pig isn't too much trouble. He's getting a bit bigger, so I thought I'd give him his first letter. Harry I just wanted you to know that Hermione means well when she writes you. She doesn't mean to sound cold or un- interested. We're all really upset about what happened. You're my best friend, and I know things can't be spectacular for you right now. Just hang in there; I'll see you real soon!
Ron
Harry knew that Ron cared, but maybe that's what made Harry feel so sick. He sat in here, day after day, while people worried about him. Harry took out some parchment, and wrote back.
Dear Ron
Yeah, it's not even a week anymore till school, six days. Pig wasn't any trouble at all. Thanks for all the letters you sent this summer. I'm all right, I've had better days, but I'm not dead, and I'm not starving. I probably was a little un-true to 'Mione, but I'm tired of talking about it. I/m tired of being, "Harry Potter". Maybe we'll meet in Diagon Alley.
Harry
Then Harry lay back against the wall, and stared at his hands. He sat there for quite a while. Not quite sure why he was suddenly interested in his hands. But then he clenched them into fists, and started beating them against the floor, harder, and harder, until he wept, and even then, he beat them harder. He heard Hedwig give a hushed hoot, and he looked up, tears flowing and fists bleeding, to find his owl staring at him. This was no ordinary stare. It was like she was trying to tell him something.
He rose to his feet, went to her cage, and picked her up. She hooted quietly and looked as if she was pleading for him to let go of his godfather. Harry then had a new thought. That's probably what he was telling himself...just let go. She brushed her wings over his hands, and Harry flinched slightly. Then Harry put her back in her cage, and went to the window. "Blimey, I'm losing it." Harry said. But as he looked out of the window, he thought for a second, that he saw a tabby cat look right at him...but when he blinked and looked again, the cat was gone.
"McGonagall," Harry said. Then went back to sitting on the floor.
------ "Pansy let go of me! I didn't meet you here to re-kindle our love for one another...because there is no love at all! We went to one dance. I personally didn't even want to go to the Yule Ball. But on behalf of our friendship...I agreed." This was the third time this week that Pansy "wanted to meet" with Draco. Every time he began to speak with her, she tried to kiss him.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Pansy cried. "I know you care about me. You're just afraid to let yourself go!" Pansy wouldn't believe that all her flirting for five years had gone to waste.
"What in bloody hell are you talking about? I am not your plaything! I haven't got anything to let go of! Pansy this is it...I can't do this with you year, after year. We are friends; you are perhaps the only girl in slytherin as cold-blooded as I am. That's why we are friends." Draco took her hand and looked at her.
"Ok?" But suddenly Pansy tried to swoop in and kiss him again.
"Oh for crying out loud Pansy!!" Draco got on his broom so fast that by the time Pansy opened her eyes form her kiss of the day, Draco was gone.
"Damn that girl...what was she thinking? If she wasn't so pig-like, maybe we would have a chance." At that Draco felt a little guilty, but laughed about it either way.
Draco arrived at the manor through the back yard. It was a good thing too, because in the front yard looked to be many ministry officials.
"Mother, what's going on?" Draco asked. Narcissa was in the living room, glancing at her husband ushering the ministry officials in.
"Quiet Draco, this isn't the time for questions. The ministry just arrived here; your father is trying to keep them in the entrance hall. Listen carefully, go to your father, and tell him that dinner will be ready at six o'clock." Narcissa didn't walk into the kitchen however; she went straight to the dungeons of the manor.
Draco knew that there would be no dinner. It was a code worked out between them, meaning Lucius would have to stall whoever were there until six o'clock. At that time, Narcissa will have rid anything in the house that would seem "odd" to the ministry.
Draco took out his watch and glanced at the time. "Shit." He thought. It was five thirty; his mother would have to be fast if they were going to pull this off.
Draco walked slow, and casual over to the entrance hall. His father, and seven men and women, were all talking rather hotly to each other.
"Excuse me father." Draco nodded to the people in front of him. "Mother wanted me to tell you...that dinner will be ready at six o'clock.
"Thank you Draco, tell her that six will be fine." Draco turned on his heel, and went straight to his room. They had removed many things from the manor that belonged to the Dark Lord. But there were always objects like horrible potions, or dark books around that would give the Ministry reason to do a full-scale search.
Draco knew that that would be his fathers' downfall. Dueling he was perfect, lying, he was the king. But his father could only pay so many people to keep their mouths shut. Draco sat there, waiting, and listening, for when the officials left.
Day 6
"Harry Potter!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia behind Harry's door. "Open this door immediately!" she shrieked again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Harry yelled, annoyed that the one time he actually fell into a deep sleep, his aunt had to ruin. "What is it?" Harry asked.
"When was the last time you ate anything?" she asked him, in a rather scolding sort of way.
"Why do you care, you never cared before!" Harry shouted. "Oh wait I know why, because of bloody Moody, right?" Harry teased.
"The point is you haven't eaten in four days, and I won't have you starve yourself to get us in trouble!" She glared at him, assuming she knew everything there is to know in this world.
"Aunt Petunia, have I ever done anything to you at all? I mean really, have I ever personally wronged you, Uncle Vernon or Dudley? Hexed you, hurt you? No. So why don't you just..."Harry breathed deeply, "LEAVE ME ALONE!" Then he slammed the door in his Aunt's face. He tried to go back to sleep and it almost worked except that there was a tiny knock at his door. Harry got up, and cautiously opened it a crack, just to see enough of what was outside it. Down on the floor was a plate filled with eggs and bacon. Harry suddenly felt something that he hadn't felt for a long time. Power.
Later that day, Hedwig came back from delivering Hermione's letter. Pig, Ron's owl, accompanied her. They both flew in the window, and stopped on Harry's bed.
"Thanks." Harry said. The owls went to Hedwig's cage and began eating. Harry looked at Ron's letter, not really sure if he wanted to open it. "He's my best mate!" Harry told himself. He picked up the letter, opened the seal, and began to read.
Dear Harry,
How've you been? It's been pretty boring around here. Fred and George aren't ever really around and Ginny is getting a little dangerous to hang out with. I swear she's up to something odd. She's just like Fred and George you know. One week left 'till school, you must be excited! I hope Pig isn't too much trouble. He's getting a bit bigger, so I thought I'd give him his first letter. Harry I just wanted you to know that Hermione means well when she writes you. She doesn't mean to sound cold or un- interested. We're all really upset about what happened. You're my best friend, and I know things can't be spectacular for you right now. Just hang in there; I'll see you real soon!
Ron
Harry knew that Ron cared, but maybe that's what made Harry feel so sick. He sat in here, day after day, while people worried about him. Harry took out some parchment, and wrote back.
Dear Ron
Yeah, it's not even a week anymore till school, six days. Pig wasn't any trouble at all. Thanks for all the letters you sent this summer. I'm all right, I've had better days, but I'm not dead, and I'm not starving. I probably was a little un-true to 'Mione, but I'm tired of talking about it. I/m tired of being, "Harry Potter". Maybe we'll meet in Diagon Alley.
Harry
Then Harry lay back against the wall, and stared at his hands. He sat there for quite a while. Not quite sure why he was suddenly interested in his hands. But then he clenched them into fists, and started beating them against the floor, harder, and harder, until he wept, and even then, he beat them harder. He heard Hedwig give a hushed hoot, and he looked up, tears flowing and fists bleeding, to find his owl staring at him. This was no ordinary stare. It was like she was trying to tell him something.
He rose to his feet, went to her cage, and picked her up. She hooted quietly and looked as if she was pleading for him to let go of his godfather. Harry then had a new thought. That's probably what he was telling himself...just let go. She brushed her wings over his hands, and Harry flinched slightly. Then Harry put her back in her cage, and went to the window. "Blimey, I'm losing it." Harry said. But as he looked out of the window, he thought for a second, that he saw a tabby cat look right at him...but when he blinked and looked again, the cat was gone.
"McGonagall," Harry said. Then went back to sitting on the floor.
------ "Pansy let go of me! I didn't meet you here to re-kindle our love for one another...because there is no love at all! We went to one dance. I personally didn't even want to go to the Yule Ball. But on behalf of our friendship...I agreed." This was the third time this week that Pansy "wanted to meet" with Draco. Every time he began to speak with her, she tried to kiss him.
"Don't be ridiculous!" Pansy cried. "I know you care about me. You're just afraid to let yourself go!" Pansy wouldn't believe that all her flirting for five years had gone to waste.
"What in bloody hell are you talking about? I am not your plaything! I haven't got anything to let go of! Pansy this is it...I can't do this with you year, after year. We are friends; you are perhaps the only girl in slytherin as cold-blooded as I am. That's why we are friends." Draco took her hand and looked at her.
"Ok?" But suddenly Pansy tried to swoop in and kiss him again.
"Oh for crying out loud Pansy!!" Draco got on his broom so fast that by the time Pansy opened her eyes form her kiss of the day, Draco was gone.
"Damn that girl...what was she thinking? If she wasn't so pig-like, maybe we would have a chance." At that Draco felt a little guilty, but laughed about it either way.
Draco arrived at the manor through the back yard. It was a good thing too, because in the front yard looked to be many ministry officials.
"Mother, what's going on?" Draco asked. Narcissa was in the living room, glancing at her husband ushering the ministry officials in.
"Quiet Draco, this isn't the time for questions. The ministry just arrived here; your father is trying to keep them in the entrance hall. Listen carefully, go to your father, and tell him that dinner will be ready at six o'clock." Narcissa didn't walk into the kitchen however; she went straight to the dungeons of the manor.
Draco knew that there would be no dinner. It was a code worked out between them, meaning Lucius would have to stall whoever were there until six o'clock. At that time, Narcissa will have rid anything in the house that would seem "odd" to the ministry.
Draco took out his watch and glanced at the time. "Shit." He thought. It was five thirty; his mother would have to be fast if they were going to pull this off.
Draco walked slow, and casual over to the entrance hall. His father, and seven men and women, were all talking rather hotly to each other.
"Excuse me father." Draco nodded to the people in front of him. "Mother wanted me to tell you...that dinner will be ready at six o'clock.
"Thank you Draco, tell her that six will be fine." Draco turned on his heel, and went straight to his room. They had removed many things from the manor that belonged to the Dark Lord. But there were always objects like horrible potions, or dark books around that would give the Ministry reason to do a full-scale search.
Draco knew that that would be his fathers' downfall. Dueling he was perfect, lying, he was the king. But his father could only pay so many people to keep their mouths shut. Draco sat there, waiting, and listening, for when the officials left.