Chapter 1 -The Ride Home
Chapter 2 – Vernon is Up to SomethingA/N: I own NOTHING! This fan fiction contains spoilers if you have not read book #5 or any other. I suggest you do. I'm also not a very good writer and I don't have an official Beta Team/Person so if you want to correct me go ahead with spelling, grammar, etc. I was encouraged to continue as best as I could and so I will. I also just want to add that I worked my hardest as putting the original voices into the characters as best I could. Of course- no one can compare them to JKRowling's actual characters but hopefully you think they are what the characters would actually say and not "Harry would never say that!" kind of thing.
The outside of Number 4, Privet Drive looked no different from any other house on the street. A mowed green lawn; despite the gloomy weather they have been having instead of a usual nice hot sunny day; a two story house and a car in every garage. The only difference was that inside Number 4 Privet Drive, held a soon to be sixteen-year-old boy wizard. Harry Potter was lying on his back in his room watching the news on a 14-inch TV screen.
The Dursley's had taken the threat of Mad Eye Moody very seriously. His Uncle Vernon was torn by the fact that he could not make Harry's life miserable and the consequences that would follow if he did. So, Vernon did the one thing he could think of, he locked himself in the Family Room for three days to scheme. Within the hour that this happened, Dudley packed up his things and went over to so and so house.
"Don't let the boy out of the house!" Vernon had told his wife, Petunia, and then to his son Dudley, "have fun and if you need anything just check in and call." When Vernon emerged, he gingerly kissed his wife on the cheek and simply said, "I'll be back." Harry had stayed in his room sitting by the window and petting his pet owl Hedwig. Harry had kept to his word and owled to the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix every two or three days, but he wrote no more than the basic "everything is still as close to normal as it gets. When can I leave?" He received standard responses, "Patience Harry," from Dumbledore. "Soon Harry, very soon dear, don't lose patience" came from Mrs. Weasley. "Hang in there Harry, let us know if the Dursleys are up to anything," from Moody. And for some strange reason, he secretly felt as if Moody wanted something to be up to anything.
It was driving Harry mad and putting him in a very sour mood that summer. How could he, Harry Potter, be expected to defeat the most treacherous wizard ever known? For the most part Harry stayed in his room, where he wouldn't be bothered. He read book after book of ever hex he could find. Harry figured he'd use Vernon as his first target the first chance he got. At least there was nothing going on in the wizardry world. Hedwig brought him the Daily Prophit every morning. Harry used the older newspaper to line the bottom of Hedwig's cage so the Dursleys never knew.
Harry was beginning to get a little peeved and wondering if he really was expected to stay home all summer and be a 'good boy' again. I wonder what Voldermort is up to, Harry thought. Whatever Voldermort was doing however, Harry was sure that it was only a matter of time before he struck again. But by the end of that day, Uncle Vernon had come home carrying boxes. The boxes came in all sizes, big ones, little ones, rectangular ones, and square. Harry had gone downstairs to watch Vernon carry them in. "What are in all these boxes?" Harry had asked.
"Never you mind boy, you keep your bloody nose out of things where it shouldn't be or I'll-"
"Or you'll what?" Harry asked raising an eyebrow.
"Just… never you mind boy." And grumbled something incoherently as Vernon moved down the hall putting all the boxes in Harry's old room, the cupboard under the stairs. The next day Vernon went out again earlier than the day before and came back home twice as late as yesterday, this time with a young man bringing in more boxes. Petunia shooed Harry up the stairs and into his room. The third day Vernon went out again but returned home with nothing. The forth day, Harry was shaken very early in the morning from his bed.
"Wake up you lazy boy!" Uncle Vernon said. Harry blearily reached over for his glasses and put them on. When Harry could see clearly, he did not believe what he saw. Vernon oddly resembled a farmer; he wore faded blue over-alls and a clean white shirt. Harry remained speechless because he knew if he said anything, he would kneel over and laugh until his sides hurt.
"Get dressed," Uncle Vernon ordered and pointed his chubby arm connected to his chubby hand to a pile of clothes that had not been there when Harry had fallen asleep the night before. Vernon left the room. Harry got up out of bed, walked over to the pile of clothes, and picked up what he recognized as Dudley's old shirt. The shirt was black with white writing on it that read, "This is one of those days where I should have stayed in bed." I couldn't agree more, Harry thought. An owl flew threw Harry's window and landed on his bed with a letter tied to his leg. Harry untied the letter and the owl flew out the way it came in.
Harry missed Hogwarts dreadfully. He missed his friends, the hallways, the great hall feasts; he even almost missed Snape his Potions teacher. However, of course the person he missed most was his godfather Sirius and had gotten extremely upset when he was refused to be allowed to go to his funeral service. Dumbledore, who had ignored him the previous year before, seemed to be trying to make amends as best as he could. He had written Harry an owl with his condolences copy of his godfathers Will.
Harry,
I can send no words to console your grief for the lost of a very noble and honorable man as well as godfather. Death spares no one, Harry, and you would be wise to remember our previous talk. Arrangements for your departure from Privet Drive are underway. Don't lose hope Harry, things are happening as planned. Furthermore, it seems Sirius has left you all his worldly possessions and the deed to his house is in my care until your 17th birthday. Also, 'special' packages will be arriving shortly. You will find the details for this enclosed.
-Dumbledore
After that was, a list of everything Sirius had left but had said nothing on what packages to expect. A second later, four more owls came flying in through Harry's window. Three were carrying packages and one had another thin letter. He had no time to read or open any of the packages however, for as soon as Harry had untied the parcels from the owls, Vernon's booming voice came up the stairs.
"Where is that bloody boy?" Harry heard Vernon yell. Quickly, Harry stuffed everything under the loose floorboard and ran to the door. As he was about to open it, it opened from the other side. A very purple face Vernon stood in the doorway. "What do you think your doing just standing there! Get on!" Exclaimed Vernon. Harry walked past him and went downstairs with Vernon behind him muttering things like "Good for nothing boy." "Think he can just waste the day away."
Rolling his eyes, Harry went down stairs and poured himself a bowl of Lucky Charms. Harry found it odd that Dudley, who had still yet to surpass his diet, found the one thing in the house that had any magical reference to it. Not that you can charm yourself with these Harry thought as he looked dully at the picture of the little green elf on the back of the box. He wondered what Vernon was up to; there was something very odd going on these last few days. A shout from Vernon came from the hall and leaving his dishes where they were, Harry rushed up to see what was going on.
There were boxes everywhere in the narrow hallway next to the small cupboard under the stairs, as Harry had to squeeze to get through. A small brown teddy bear that looked like it had seen better days was on the floor. No sooner had he picked it up than it was snatched from his hands by Petunia. Before Harry had a chance to say anything, the door bell rang. Vernon came downstairs, still in his farmer outfit looking as if Christmas had come early.
Harry's glasses fell off as Vernon took him by the arm and jerked him forward towards the door. Vernon opened the door but Harry couldn't see who it was.
"Aw sister, so good of you to come again on such short notice. Have him back by five-ish Marge." Harry only had enough time to bend over and grab his glasses before he was shoved out the door and taken by another fat chubby arm that was leading him away from Number 4 Privet Drive. Aunt Marge.