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centerimg MsoNormal>The rain fell briskly into Number Four, Privet drive on a cold Spring Night. The breeze carried the tiny droplets down into the roof, floor, and through a particular open window on the second floor. Harry Potter lay on his bed, looking out into the midst of nothingness. His snowy owl, Hedwig, twittered stubbornly from her cage. Harry ignored her.

The floor next to the window was soaked. The carpet was covered with water, and the rain didn't seem to want to stop. Harry finally recovered sense, and closed the window, slamming it down harshly. Vernon snorted on a low pitched tone, which made Harry looked backward at his room door. "I hope that icensored/i doesn't wake up yet," Harry said to himself while edging towards a towel that was neatly put on a chair next to his closet. He picked it up and yawned. He rouse to his feet and dropped the towel over the drenched floor. He stood on it and stared back out the window.

As he watched, entranced by the rain, he could see a small brown point coming towards the house moving quickly. Harry's eyes opened wide, and he opened the window once again drastically. The small owl fluttered inside, completely soaked. It landed on Hedwig's cage, which made the magnificent snowy owl to chirp with disagreement. The owl panted and Harry walked to it quickly. "Do you have a letter for me?" He asked in a whisper. The owl chirped and moved his leg quickly. Harry untied three letters that the owl had brought, and gave him an owl treat from his drawer. Then, he jumped into his bed and hid between the covers, the letters still on his hand. He looked at the first one, addresses from Ron Weasley, his best friend.

Harry scratched the envelope open and unfolded the letter. He read it carefully, trying not to miss a single detail.

IDear Harry,

How've you been? I haven't heard any new from you since last week. Hermione's here at the burrow, you were actually supposed to BE here by now, but I believe pig couldn't deliver you the letter because of the rain. That's why I sent Charlie's new owl instead. Anyways, today we all received our Hogwarts letters, telling us our new books (Hermione's ecstatic about one called "Final Guide to the Experienced Wizard"). We were hoping you could come to the burrow for the last five days of vacation. We'll come pick you up today at 2 A.M so we don't wake up the Dursleys.

Hoping you are well,

Ron/I

Harry smiled at the letter, and looked at the others. One was from Hogwarts, and the other from Dumbledore. He stared at Dumbledore's elegant handwriting and then began to open it. Still, the window flew open. A black figure slid into the room. Harry edged for his glasses that were on the table and his wand, but the cloaked figure waved hiss wand and both were slammed against the floor. Harry stood up, and the figure pulled his cloak off.

Harry gasped. Lucius Malfoy was standing in front of him, his long hair falling over the cloak. Harry tried to run to the door but Lucius locked it with a simple enchantment. He looked at Harry with disgust. "Mr. Potter, we meet again, after all this time. I hope that this meeting will be...far more pleasant than the last. Of course, there's no doubt about that. Aspergo!" He spat silently. His wand was pointing directly at him, and a squirt of water shower him completely, leaving his pajama's completely soaked.

Malfoy was sadistic; you could even say he was a bit satirical. He raised his wand once again, but this time, the curse was much more horrible. "Taetra!" He muttered lowly. A thunderbolt crashed against Harry's chest, the water conducted the electricity around his body. He shook, and jumped, his eyes were blasted open. And then, the spell finished. Harry fell down into the floor softly but his skin was burning with pain. Lucius smiled maliciously.

Harry looked at Malfoy pleadingly and then with disgust. He reached his wand quickly, and without thinking, muttered a spell quickly. "Stipitis!" He yelled. A sharpened stick shot from his wand pinned through Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy screamed with pain. Blood was flowing down his shoulder like the rain outside. Still, Vernon had heard all the racket and had banged the door open.

Harry stood there, like an idiot. Lucius Malfoy lay on the floor, bleeding, but his face still showing a bold smirk. Vernon gasped as he saw all of it. Harry panted, and looked back at the window. A small owl burst into the room and threw a letter at Harry. Vernon growled and pushed Harry against the wall, and crouched next to Lucius.

Harry looked at Vernon with disgust. "Don't get near him!" He bellowed. Vernon raised his fist at Harry and took out the stick from Malfoy's shoulder. Malfoy then stood up as quick as one could stand and pointed his wand at Vernon with a satisfied smiled on his face. "Avada Kevadra!" He yelled, his wand pressed deeply into Uncle Vernon's stomach.

It all happened in less than a second. Malfoy realizing that his wand was Harry's, the wand backfiring and sending Malfoy skyrocketing out the window, Vernon being pushed against a wall, and Petunia and Dudley entering the room. Vernon screamed. Petunia and Dudley rushed to Vernon. They both had tears in their eyes. "VERNON! Are you alright? Vernon?" Petunia said shaking her husband's head from side to side. Dudley was screaming next to her, Harry, watching all of it wide eyed. He smirked at them, and jumped out the window, landing with a hard thud on the floor.

Harry walked to Malfoy's corpse which was lying next to some bushes. He looked at the dead body, and snatched his wand from the man's hand. "Too bad Malfoy, Too bad," Harry said smiling. He walked to the street, and sauntered into his neighbor, Miss. Figg's house. Harry looked dreadful. His arm was bleeding, and also had large rings under his eyes. As he walked to the door, he thought on how he had changed since last year. He was fearless, and full of strength. He felt no pain, but wanted others to feel it. Harry reached for the doorknob and blasted the door open.

Miss. Figg wasn't home just like Harry predicted. He walked inside, as if he had lived here for many years and looked at one of the flowerpots above the chimney. "Floo Powder," Harry thought. He rushed forward and looked inside the pot. The ash like powder was there, as though if asking to be grabbed. Harry took a handful and walked inside the Chimney. He raised his voice and roared, "Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Dumbledore's Office!" And the he dropped the powder. The green flame covered him, and now he was flying, seeing all those chimneys's fly past. He was going to a safe place, and which place safer than Dumbledore's Office?

And that's it. Hope you liked the chapter. Please review. No flames please.