Harry woke up groggily and saw that Hedwig had came back. He quickly
retrieved the scroll and opened it eagerly. Any sign of the wizarding world
help him endure the long summer with the Dursleys,
Harry,
I knew it. The Dursleys wouldn't change. But fear not Harry, we'll be getting you out of there in no time. And I can't promise I won't come to Privet Drive. But try to endure, Harry.
Lupin
Harry felt happier than he have been in days. He was going to leave the Dursleys soon, away from his aunt and uncle, who he sure wouldn't miss.
Harry went down to breakfast in which, as usual, the Dursleys were all seated eating toast. He sat down and took one. He like it best when the Dursleys treat him as invisible. He almost choked when Uncle Vernon spoke. To him, in fact.
"So, uh, did you hear from your godfather?" Uncle Vernon asked, rather nonchalantly, but Harry can tell he is dying to know.
Harry couldn't bear to tell Uncle Vernon that his godfather is dead. One, if he confesses that, then it made the fact that Sirius is dead sound so...final. Second, he thought that Sirius, the escape convict, has a sort of control over Uncle Vernon. He sure didn't want Harry's godfather to know he had been treating Harry poorly.
"Yeah. He sent me a letter yesterday." Harry improvised, although he felt like saying the truth. He can't live in denial all his life.
"I see." Uncle Vernon said distractedly. Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was having thoughts. Whether he should start treating Harry better or leave it because he usually doesn't care about wizards. He despises them.
Harry finished his toast and got up.
But there is a crack like a whip. A crack sound produced when wizards apparate or disapparate.
Suddenly, two wizards appeared in the spick and span Dursleys' kitchen. One wore a worn brown wizard robe and the other wore a dark teal one. They are Lupin and Mr Weasley.
Harry opened his mouth but did not know what to say. It's too sudden.
"Hi, all." Lupin said, as if he frequently apparate to Muggles' homes uninvited.
"Yeah! Good day!" said Mr Weasley happily, waving merrily at Harry and the frightened Dursleys, who by now have crowded into a corner, cowering, with Uncle Vernon in front. Mr Weasley went to examine the plugs and electronic television. "Harry, go up to your room and pack your things. I'm taking you to Grimmauld's Place." Lupin said to Harry as Harry nodded and at lightning speed, ran up to his room.
To the Dursleys he said politely, "I apologize for coming here uninvited. I'm here to take Harry, and he will stay at Grimmauld's Place and I will make sure he safely goes to school when term starts."
Uncle Vernon grunted but said nothing. He must be too frightened.
"I will take it as a yes, then." Said Lupin amiably.
Harry came back down with his trunk. He had also took back his spell books from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's bedroom.
Mr Weasley clapped his hands once. "Done! I see! We better get going, Remus."
"Right. So, Harry, say goodbye to your relatives then." Lupin said gently, as he took out a pot of floo powder.
"Uh, goodbye." Harry mumbled and turned to go. He helped himself to some floo powder and threw it into the Dursleys' fireplace. The flames turned emerald green and Harry shouted "Twelve Grimmauld's Place!" clearly and disappeared.
Harry pin his hands down by his sides and closed his eyes. The place was swirling and he was passing other people's fireplaces. He could feel the toast he ate just now churning inside his stomach.
Harry,
I knew it. The Dursleys wouldn't change. But fear not Harry, we'll be getting you out of there in no time. And I can't promise I won't come to Privet Drive. But try to endure, Harry.
Lupin
Harry felt happier than he have been in days. He was going to leave the Dursleys soon, away from his aunt and uncle, who he sure wouldn't miss.
Harry went down to breakfast in which, as usual, the Dursleys were all seated eating toast. He sat down and took one. He like it best when the Dursleys treat him as invisible. He almost choked when Uncle Vernon spoke. To him, in fact.
"So, uh, did you hear from your godfather?" Uncle Vernon asked, rather nonchalantly, but Harry can tell he is dying to know.
Harry couldn't bear to tell Uncle Vernon that his godfather is dead. One, if he confesses that, then it made the fact that Sirius is dead sound so...final. Second, he thought that Sirius, the escape convict, has a sort of control over Uncle Vernon. He sure didn't want Harry's godfather to know he had been treating Harry poorly.
"Yeah. He sent me a letter yesterday." Harry improvised, although he felt like saying the truth. He can't live in denial all his life.
"I see." Uncle Vernon said distractedly. Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was having thoughts. Whether he should start treating Harry better or leave it because he usually doesn't care about wizards. He despises them.
Harry finished his toast and got up.
But there is a crack like a whip. A crack sound produced when wizards apparate or disapparate.
Suddenly, two wizards appeared in the spick and span Dursleys' kitchen. One wore a worn brown wizard robe and the other wore a dark teal one. They are Lupin and Mr Weasley.
Harry opened his mouth but did not know what to say. It's too sudden.
"Hi, all." Lupin said, as if he frequently apparate to Muggles' homes uninvited.
"Yeah! Good day!" said Mr Weasley happily, waving merrily at Harry and the frightened Dursleys, who by now have crowded into a corner, cowering, with Uncle Vernon in front. Mr Weasley went to examine the plugs and electronic television. "Harry, go up to your room and pack your things. I'm taking you to Grimmauld's Place." Lupin said to Harry as Harry nodded and at lightning speed, ran up to his room.
To the Dursleys he said politely, "I apologize for coming here uninvited. I'm here to take Harry, and he will stay at Grimmauld's Place and I will make sure he safely goes to school when term starts."
Uncle Vernon grunted but said nothing. He must be too frightened.
"I will take it as a yes, then." Said Lupin amiably.
Harry came back down with his trunk. He had also took back his spell books from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia's bedroom.
Mr Weasley clapped his hands once. "Done! I see! We better get going, Remus."
"Right. So, Harry, say goodbye to your relatives then." Lupin said gently, as he took out a pot of floo powder.
"Uh, goodbye." Harry mumbled and turned to go. He helped himself to some floo powder and threw it into the Dursleys' fireplace. The flames turned emerald green and Harry shouted "Twelve Grimmauld's Place!" clearly and disappeared.
Harry pin his hands down by his sides and closed his eyes. The place was swirling and he was passing other people's fireplaces. He could feel the toast he ate just now churning inside his stomach.