A/N : Well this is the second part. Hope you like it.

Disclaimer : I only own the plot.

Rating : Well currently it rated as PG 13 (just to be save).

It was a rainy Saturday night in Privet Drive. The Dursleys and Harry were having their dinner in the kitchen. "Strange", said Uncle Vernon as he looked at the window. "It usually doesn't rain during summer," said him again before he took another bite of the baked potato. Then he looked at Harry and said "Are you sure this weather doesn't involve with your lot?"

"How do I know about it? I never learn yet about controlling the weather," said Harry sternly.

"Well boy, your lot always involve with any funny business around here," grunted Uncle Vernon. Harry did not answer back but stared at him. Then he just continued ate his dinner quietly. He did not want to cause any trouble in case he accidentally used magic without he ever knew it. The important thing here, he did not want to go another hearing. Enough was enough.

Dudley did not say anything on the whole affair. He just continued eating his dinner. As long as the food was in front of him, nothing could ever bother him.

"Well dear, do you want more baked potato?" asked Aunt Petunia to Uncle Vernon. "Just one piece," answered Uncle Vernon to the offer.

Suddenly Harry felt that he was in another place. A dark cold place. It looked like a dungeon with a dozen of torches lit up the place. He was sitting in a cold stone armchair where put on a high stone step. The light from the torches were so dimmed he could only see a silhouette of a man kneeled in front of him.

"Wormtail, have I told you to watch him carefully?" asked him sternly in high, cold voice.

"Ye...ye...yes my lord," stuttered the man in front of him without lifted his face. The man was scared at him that he looked as if he almost wanted to cry.

"So why he managed to escape from you?" demanded him the same cruel voice that pulse with anger.

"I was being out-numbered my lord. There were few others with him. Forgive me, my lord. Forgive me, my lord" croaked the skinny man while he groped to the end of cloth that looked like a green silvery robe.

Harry saw a long-fingered white hand clutching a wand rise at the end of his own arm. Then with a high, cold voice, "Crucio."

Suddenly Harry felt a sharp pain came from his scar. He also felt someone was shaking his shoulder. "Harry! Are you alright? Harry!" It was Aunt Petunia who was shaking him. "Wh…What happen?" asked Harry as liked he was waking up from a dream. He saw his aunt was holding his shoulder while Uncle Vernon and Dudley were looking terrified as if he had done magic in front of them. He knew then that he got another vision of Voldermort.

"Well you were just falling to sleep and sort of having a nightmare," explained Aunt Petunia softly. "Well I think I need your owl for this matter," said her again earnestly.

"My owl?" asked Harry. If his Aunt said that, she needed his room or his cupboard he could not have been more astonished. He was actually stricken dumb. First, his scar hurt during his dinner with the Dursley. Now his aunt asked for his owl. Did he miss something? Was he in the right world?

"Not that ruddy owl again," said Uncle Vernon as he got back to himself. "I don't want any of his 'lot' in our house," said him more angrily with purple face.

"Well Vernon, he is my nephew and the only relative I have from my side of family. He needs help and his 'lot' is the only people who can help me right now," said Aunt Petunia angrily at her husband. Everybody was astonished at her statement, even Harry himself. Well she never stood up for him before as she stood up for him that night.

Then suddenly a red flaring bird appeared in front all of them with a letter clutched at its beak. Harry recognized at once it was Dumbledore's. "Fawkes," said Harry as he gave a gentle stroke on its head.

The Dursleys were stricken dumb except Aunt Petunia, "What's that?" she asked as she pointed at Fawkes.

"Well he's a phoenix which belongs to Dumbledore. I thing he already knew either about my scar or Voldemort," explained Harry as he took the letter from Fawkes and opened it.

"Dear Harry,

Few people from the Order will come to get you tonight at 9 pm. Hope you prepare all your things. Please ask your aunt to follow along. There are few news that I want to tell you and her.

Dumbledore

P/S: You can recognize the people from the Order once you see them.

"Aunt Petunia needs to follow me? What if she doesn't want to?" thought Harry. "Well I give it a try," he thought again.

"Aunt Petunia, there will be some people coming to pick me up tonight", said Harry slowly. "And Professor Dumbledore wants you to come with us", said him again as he showed the letter to his aunt.

"What? My wife needs to go with you?" demanded Uncle Vernon. "Are you crazy or what? It's good enough for us to get rid of you early this summer but my wife doesn't need to follow you," he shouted at Harry.

"Vernon, it's my family matter. Let me straight it out myself", said Aunt Petunia softly at her husband. "Harry, I'll be following you", said her as she turned to face Harry. Harry was shocked for few second.

"Harry. Dudley. Go to your rooms now," ordered Uncle Vernon as he also shocked with his wife's answer.

At that moment, Harry felt happy and astonished to his aunt's answer. He went straight to his room to pack his belongings. He did not know what had happened between his aunt and uncle right then. Right now, he was happy because he could get away from the Dursleys earlier than planned.