Chapter 2
The ride to Sunshine Valley was no day in the park it was more like a day in an oven in the inferno. It was so stuffy and hot inside the car Harry thought he was only breathing in the same carbon dioxide he had exhaled a few hours ago. The open windows didn't help before either –they had just passed a couple of farms which had so evidently fertilized their fields- and now they were starting to get used to the out-of-town-and-farms air which, unfortunately, was fuming hot.
Another unfortunate thing is that Dudley was so desperate to cool down –he is so fat his own skin acts like blubber on a walrus in Alaska- that he turned on the air conditioning. It was quite sad that it wasn't strong enough to penetrate through his lard so, having the temper he has, he smashed the air conditioning buttons causing them to not have air conditioning. This is the reason why they are dying of heat.
"Are we there yet?" Dudley was getting restless, well actually he was restless when he first got into the car.
"Almost, son; almost," uncle Vernon was beet red and looking forwards to the road like a crazed lunatic.
At this point Harry couldn't speak; he was too tired, and hot. All he did was sit, squished against the door, his head a third out of the window trying to get as much fresh air as possible. After what seemed seconds, Harry dozed off to sleep, and started to dream.
Harry found himself in a cold dark place. It looked like a chamber –the chamber of secrets?-it couldn't be; could it? He could feel the frigid air engulf him so powerfully he felt his windpipe freezing shut. Why is it so damn cold? He thought to himself. Oh crap no. He felt a presence, but it wasn't actually there. What is this?!
Behind him he heard quick moving footsteps he slowly turned around and right behind him was- SKREETCH! The car came to a grueling stop which woke Harry up; uncle Vernon almost collided with a bright metallic orange car. Harry shook his head as if shaking dust out of his hair, in order to wake himself up fully. Now, he could easily make out a little road extending not too far in front, surrounded by luscious green brush, and the entrance to the camp.
"Well we're here, no thanks to that stupid git," said uncle Vernon, "I bet he's one of those reckless teens who drive like mad dogs."
He was right. As the passengers in the orange car stepped out Harry could see a pair of teenagers and two adults stepping out of the back of the car. The driver was tall but he could be taller if he wasn't so hunched. The other teen who was sitting on the passenger's side was a girl with bushy brown- "Hang on-" Harry said to himself. This wasn't just any pair of teens this was Hermione with her parents, and could that be? Yes it was Krum, "Viktor Krum?"
"What?" uncle Vernon wanted to know who this Viktor was.
"Oh...um nothing, I was just remembering something from my dream.
"Loser," Dudley just had to get his money's worth in. "Mum, Dad, would it be alright to go walk around before you go and get registered for our campsite?"
"That'd be wonderful Diddykins," said aunt Petunia in a sweet voice (a tone she never uses when speaking to any other human being).
"You can only go if you take Harry because I don't want him pestering us in the car," uncle Vernon said this in a level yet strong tone.
"Oh, no dad please he's so annoying. Does he have to?"
"Yeah do I have to?"
"Yes and that's final!"
"Fine," the two said in low unhappy voices.
As they walked along the path into the campgrounds, Dudley forced Harry to go one way, he go another, and that they would meet up back at the car later. Harry agreed because he was just about to suggest the same thing. So, Dudley went one way and Harry went to find Hermione.
Harry walked passed tents and campers, looking at the scenery. He didn't want to see Hermione just yet. He was too confused as to why Krum was with Hermione; he decided to go back to the car.
When he got there Dudley was also just arriving, luckily.
"Well boys, we're staying here," uncle Dursley said pointing at a number on a map, "You will each have your own map so that if you want to go somewhere you'll both know where to go when you want to get back to the campground." Harry could tell that this was directed to him because afterwards uncle Dursley told Harry that he could go wherever he wanted as long as he spent as little time as possible with them.
Harry pretended to feel unhappy but he was obviously wasn't he was going to look for Hermione and Krum and get to the bottom of this "mystery".
The ride to Sunshine Valley was no day in the park it was more like a day in an oven in the inferno. It was so stuffy and hot inside the car Harry thought he was only breathing in the same carbon dioxide he had exhaled a few hours ago. The open windows didn't help before either –they had just passed a couple of farms which had so evidently fertilized their fields- and now they were starting to get used to the out-of-town-and-farms air which, unfortunately, was fuming hot.
Another unfortunate thing is that Dudley was so desperate to cool down –he is so fat his own skin acts like blubber on a walrus in Alaska- that he turned on the air conditioning. It was quite sad that it wasn't strong enough to penetrate through his lard so, having the temper he has, he smashed the air conditioning buttons causing them to not have air conditioning. This is the reason why they are dying of heat.
"Are we there yet?" Dudley was getting restless, well actually he was restless when he first got into the car.
"Almost, son; almost," uncle Vernon was beet red and looking forwards to the road like a crazed lunatic.
At this point Harry couldn't speak; he was too tired, and hot. All he did was sit, squished against the door, his head a third out of the window trying to get as much fresh air as possible. After what seemed seconds, Harry dozed off to sleep, and started to dream.
Harry found himself in a cold dark place. It looked like a chamber –the chamber of secrets?-it couldn't be; could it? He could feel the frigid air engulf him so powerfully he felt his windpipe freezing shut. Why is it so damn cold? He thought to himself. Oh crap no. He felt a presence, but it wasn't actually there. What is this?!
Behind him he heard quick moving footsteps he slowly turned around and right behind him was- SKREETCH! The car came to a grueling stop which woke Harry up; uncle Vernon almost collided with a bright metallic orange car. Harry shook his head as if shaking dust out of his hair, in order to wake himself up fully. Now, he could easily make out a little road extending not too far in front, surrounded by luscious green brush, and the entrance to the camp.
"Well we're here, no thanks to that stupid git," said uncle Vernon, "I bet he's one of those reckless teens who drive like mad dogs."
He was right. As the passengers in the orange car stepped out Harry could see a pair of teenagers and two adults stepping out of the back of the car. The driver was tall but he could be taller if he wasn't so hunched. The other teen who was sitting on the passenger's side was a girl with bushy brown- "Hang on-" Harry said to himself. This wasn't just any pair of teens this was Hermione with her parents, and could that be? Yes it was Krum, "Viktor Krum?"
"What?" uncle Vernon wanted to know who this Viktor was.
"Oh...um nothing, I was just remembering something from my dream.
"Loser," Dudley just had to get his money's worth in. "Mum, Dad, would it be alright to go walk around before you go and get registered for our campsite?"
"That'd be wonderful Diddykins," said aunt Petunia in a sweet voice (a tone she never uses when speaking to any other human being).
"You can only go if you take Harry because I don't want him pestering us in the car," uncle Vernon said this in a level yet strong tone.
"Oh, no dad please he's so annoying. Does he have to?"
"Yeah do I have to?"
"Yes and that's final!"
"Fine," the two said in low unhappy voices.
As they walked along the path into the campgrounds, Dudley forced Harry to go one way, he go another, and that they would meet up back at the car later. Harry agreed because he was just about to suggest the same thing. So, Dudley went one way and Harry went to find Hermione.
Harry walked passed tents and campers, looking at the scenery. He didn't want to see Hermione just yet. He was too confused as to why Krum was with Hermione; he decided to go back to the car.
When he got there Dudley was also just arriving, luckily.
"Well boys, we're staying here," uncle Dursley said pointing at a number on a map, "You will each have your own map so that if you want to go somewhere you'll both know where to go when you want to get back to the campground." Harry could tell that this was directed to him because afterwards uncle Dursley told Harry that he could go wherever he wanted as long as he spent as little time as possible with them.
Harry pretended to feel unhappy but he was obviously wasn't he was going to look for Hermione and Krum and get to the bottom of this "mystery".