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Heh… back to reality…
Chapter 2
The Hungry Hamburger Palace
Meanwhile, in Little Whinging, Surrey, on Number 4 Private Drive, Harry Potter was sound asleep, dreaming of his parents. They had come back to life. Harry was leaving the Dursleys! Rap, rap, rap ! Harry woke with a start.
"Oh! Hedwig, you brought a letter!" Harry leapt out of bed and opened the window. Hedwig soared in, dropped the letter on Harry's bed, and flew into her cage. Harry thanked her, and then opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
I hope you are all right. My mom and dad are wondering if you'd like to come over on Friday and spend the rest of the holidays with us. Tell your aunt and uncle to meet us at the Hungry Hamburger Palace on 15th Avenue at 5:00 p.m. Bring everything with you, except your cousin. Write back soon!
Love from,
Hermione"What on Earth is going on in here?" Uncle Vernon Dursley was standing in the doorway. Harry heard Aunt Petunia tell Dudley to go back to sleep and then, sure enough, she joined Uncle Vernon at the door.
"Well, you see, I was writing to my godfather…" Harry started, but as soon as he saw Uncle Vernon's face, he stopped.
"YOUR GODFATHER AND YOU SNEAK LETTERS AT NIGHT?" Uncle Vernon had gone into a rage of madness. "IF HE EVER PUTS SO MUCH AS A HAIR IN THIS HOUSE, I'LL CALL THE POLICE! HE CAN'T USE MAGIC SO-"
"Um, Uncle Vernon, sorry to disappoint you, but… it's only students that aren't allowed to do magic outside of Hogwarts, not grown-ups," Harry interrupted.
"Well, in that case, you are forbid to send letters at night, unless Dudley is sleeping over at a friend's house." Uncle Vernon didn't sound to sure with himself, though.
In the morning, Harry told his aunt and uncle about Hermione's offer. They refused at first, but after Harry told them about his godfather needing to know where he was staying and if he was happy, they agreed. Dudley, for once, went and got the mail. Uncle Vernon, who always had mail, took the letters.
"Bills, bills and… Wait a minute, this one mentions you, Dudley." Harry could make out the word SMELT, and guessed what the rest could be.
"It says," began Uncle Vernon, who had opened the letter, "'Dear Mister and Mrs. Dursley, your son, Dudley, is very brutal. He must stop this behavior or Boot Camp will be required. From, Your school Counselor.'"
Harry laughed silently. Dudley was threatened to go to Boot Camp! Harry couldn't wait to tell Hermione.
On their way to the Hungry Hamburger Palace, they stopped and got Dudley a new video game to make him stop wailing. He'd been doing that ever since the letter from Smeltlings, and Uncle Vernon had had enough.
"Well, here we are," said Uncle Vernon as they drove in. The Hungry Hamburger Palace was crowded. As they got out of the car, Harry noticed a very black car drive in. Everything about it was black: the windows, the hubcaps, even the license plate was black. Harry eyed them suspiciously, and then hurried up to the restaurant with his relatives. Inside, they found the Grangers waiting patiently for them.
"Hi!" Hermione said. "You brought your stuff, right? Good! This way, please." Harry and the Dursleys followed the Grangers to a table set for seven.
"What are the other chairs for?" Harry asked out loud. He knew that the Grangers and himself were staying for dinner, but…
"Why, your relatives of course!" Mr. Granger answered.
"No thanks," said Uncle Vernon. And then the Dursleys left, came back with Harry's stuff, and then left for good.
"Well, let's sit down and order, shall we?" said Mrs. Granger. She was obviously in a very good mood, and Harry decided that this wasn't the time to talk about Boot Camp.
After their third course, they decided that they were full. On their way out, Hermione went to the bathroom. Seconds later, she came running out screaming for help as three women dressed in black ran after her.
"Help Harry! Mom! Dad! Someone do something!" Hermione barley had said this when the first woman jumped into the air and threw a bag over Hermione's head and captured her. Then the women raced out the door and jumped into their black car. Harry grabbed his broom and flew after them.