Harry Potter awoke on 4 Privet Drive on a hot August morning. He got out
of bed and dressed as he tried not to wake up his horribly mean Aunt
Petunia and Uncle Vernon, or his repulsive cousin Dudley. He snuck out, as
he didn't want the Dursley's to know where he was going. They would most
definitely not approve of him going out and meeting with friends of his;
especially those of wizarding. However, that was where he was going. He
was going to meet with Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. Just as he set
foot out the door he saw a peculiar shadow fly by. At first he thought it
was a bird. But then as he thought, it looked more and more like a wizard
on a broomstick. "Hmmm," he thought to himself. "No, no it couldn't be.
Wizards have always concealed themselves from muggles."
But then it hit him. It felt as though a brick fell from the uppermost point in the sky and landed in his stomach. Voldemort. He was the only one who had not made an effort to conceal himself from muggles. The evil wizard who had made a return after a near death 3 years last June, Harry feared he was about to make a return and make himself known.
* He was greeted with a cheery "Hello Harry!!" from Ron and Hermione. Harry still hadn't forgotten the kiss Hermione had given him earlier in the summer. Nevertheless it had never affected their friendship. He told them everything he suspected about Voldemort returning. When he ended the reactions were slightly different than he had expected. Ron's was as he had imagined. He just stood there with a very worried look on his face. However he expected Hermione to start babbling of titles of books that would help them at once. But she just stood there as well. Harry suspected what he had just told them was extremely serious because of this. Nevertheless, he knew what was troubling Hermione.
Hermione wasn't pure blood. People always said that Voldemort would go after the "mudbloods" first. Harry and Ron were equally troubled. Their best friend was in danger of being blown to pieces by the most notorious wizard of his time. Words did not need to be spoken for them all to know what was wrong.
"You don't think he could possibly know, do you?" asked Ron.
"I wouldn't put it past him. We've heard, and I've seen what he can do," replied Harry, recalling Cedric Diggory's death last year at Hogwarts. This was after one of Voldemort's supporters turned the Triwizard Cup into a portkey to take him straight to Voldemort. He and Cedric had touched it at the same time and Wormtail had killed Cedric.
"Well, let me think," said Hermione. There was a long pause. Finally, "Hah!!" Hermione cried out, "Remember what I said when we were in our first year at Hogwarts? How Voldemort always feared Dumbledore?"
Then it dawned on Harry. "So you're saying, maybe the same could hold true for you? I mean you can't be touched at Hogwarts?"
"Exactly," said Hermione.
"Let's just hope Voldemort doesn't send another owl to Dumbledore summoning him to London again. " said Ron.
But they all knew that Voldemort would find another way....
"Well, let's try not to worry about it now and have a good time together. After all, we won't see each other for another month. Let's worry about it at school," said Hermione.
"You're right." said Harry. But none of them could put it out of their minds. When the day had ended, (which was very late because he didn't want to run into the Dursleys), the three of them walked back to Privet Drive with Harry. Harry said good night and went upstairs to his bedroom. He heard a strange swooping sound. He looked outside to wave goodbye to Ron and Hermione again however they had gone. Harry was puzzled by this because none of them knew how to disapparate. He shrugged and climbed into bed. Then next day, he got up early and sent a desperate owl to Ron to ask if he could stay with him for the rest of the summer because of what he feared the Dursley's would do to him. He wondered why he hadn't asked him yesterday. He gave Hedwig a treat and wrote as follows:
Dear Ron,
I was wondering if I could spend the rest of the summer with you for fear I'll be dead by the time the summer's over. (Don't ask...). I would really appreciate it. Please send an owl back ASAP. I don't like having to get up every morning to go out and then return late at night.
Thank you very much,
Harry
Harry got up from his desk and tied his letter to Hedwig who nipped at him affectionately. And off she went.
But then it hit him. It felt as though a brick fell from the uppermost point in the sky and landed in his stomach. Voldemort. He was the only one who had not made an effort to conceal himself from muggles. The evil wizard who had made a return after a near death 3 years last June, Harry feared he was about to make a return and make himself known.
* He was greeted with a cheery "Hello Harry!!" from Ron and Hermione. Harry still hadn't forgotten the kiss Hermione had given him earlier in the summer. Nevertheless it had never affected their friendship. He told them everything he suspected about Voldemort returning. When he ended the reactions were slightly different than he had expected. Ron's was as he had imagined. He just stood there with a very worried look on his face. However he expected Hermione to start babbling of titles of books that would help them at once. But she just stood there as well. Harry suspected what he had just told them was extremely serious because of this. Nevertheless, he knew what was troubling Hermione.
Hermione wasn't pure blood. People always said that Voldemort would go after the "mudbloods" first. Harry and Ron were equally troubled. Their best friend was in danger of being blown to pieces by the most notorious wizard of his time. Words did not need to be spoken for them all to know what was wrong.
"You don't think he could possibly know, do you?" asked Ron.
"I wouldn't put it past him. We've heard, and I've seen what he can do," replied Harry, recalling Cedric Diggory's death last year at Hogwarts. This was after one of Voldemort's supporters turned the Triwizard Cup into a portkey to take him straight to Voldemort. He and Cedric had touched it at the same time and Wormtail had killed Cedric.
"Well, let me think," said Hermione. There was a long pause. Finally, "Hah!!" Hermione cried out, "Remember what I said when we were in our first year at Hogwarts? How Voldemort always feared Dumbledore?"
Then it dawned on Harry. "So you're saying, maybe the same could hold true for you? I mean you can't be touched at Hogwarts?"
"Exactly," said Hermione.
"Let's just hope Voldemort doesn't send another owl to Dumbledore summoning him to London again. " said Ron.
But they all knew that Voldemort would find another way....
"Well, let's try not to worry about it now and have a good time together. After all, we won't see each other for another month. Let's worry about it at school," said Hermione.
"You're right." said Harry. But none of them could put it out of their minds. When the day had ended, (which was very late because he didn't want to run into the Dursleys), the three of them walked back to Privet Drive with Harry. Harry said good night and went upstairs to his bedroom. He heard a strange swooping sound. He looked outside to wave goodbye to Ron and Hermione again however they had gone. Harry was puzzled by this because none of them knew how to disapparate. He shrugged and climbed into bed. Then next day, he got up early and sent a desperate owl to Ron to ask if he could stay with him for the rest of the summer because of what he feared the Dursley's would do to him. He wondered why he hadn't asked him yesterday. He gave Hedwig a treat and wrote as follows:
Dear Ron,
I was wondering if I could spend the rest of the summer with you for fear I'll be dead by the time the summer's over. (Don't ask...). I would really appreciate it. Please send an owl back ASAP. I don't like having to get up every morning to go out and then return late at night.
Thank you very much,
Harry
Harry got up from his desk and tied his letter to Hedwig who nipped at him affectionately. And off she went.