The Unexpected Visit
"SIRIUS!" Harry said breathlessly
A handsome man with brown eyes and dark hair that casually fell down on his face was beaming at him. Harry blinked for a second to let the water in his eyes empty, when he gasped at the empty mirror.
"Sirius?" Harry said, "Sirius where are you?"
"Sirius!" squealed Dudley, trying to do an imitation of Harry, which made his voice sound five times higher.
"Get out Dudley," Harry said fiercely
Dudley ignored Harry and continued with his mockery. "Sirius where are you? –who's Sirius, your new boyfriend?" Dudley sneered
"What do you mean my new boyfriend?" Harry asked
"Well after hearing you moan at night about 'Cedric' dying, I guess you've found a new mate by now."
With one swift movement Harry pulled out his wand and poked it underneath all three of Dudley's chins.
"Don't you dare! I'll tell Mum –"
It was Harry's turn to taut Dudley. "What's the matter Popkin? Is Ickle Diddykins scared of Harry's wand?" Harry said with a sly smile, which suddenly vanished and was over come by anger. "Don't you dare say that about anyone I mention because you don't know the half of it!" Harry said threw gritted teeth, "Or any of it." Confused, Dudley began getting redder as he screwed up his face into a frown.
"My mistake Diddydums," Harry sniggered, "I meant to say you don't know anything."
"Are you saying I'm stupid?" Dudley spat.
"Didn't have to Diddykins," Harry smirked, "You just said it for me."
The next morning Harry was wakened by the sound of something tapping on his bedroom window. He put on his circular glasses and saw his snowy-white owl, Hedwig, wanting him to let her him. He abruptly opened his window as she helpfully stuck out her leg for him to untie his letter.
Turning the envelop around over, he saw that it was sealed with wax, with an imprint of an 'H.'
"Finally," Harry muttered under his breath
Dear Mr. H. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you shall attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry for your sixth year. We will be sending another letter sometime next week with a list of your school supplies needed for this year. We would also like to inform you, that you have been chosen to be Gryffindor's Quidditch Captain, and Mme. Hooch will await an owl with your answer no later than July 30th.
Yours Sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Excitement exploded inside Harry's head like fireworks. I'm Quidditch Captain, Harry thought with glee, I can't wait to see the look on Malfoy's face...
Grinning broadly, Harry gave his answer to Hedwig to send back to Hogwarts. He also wrote to Ron and Hermione to broadcast the new, exciting news. He then joyfully ran downstairs to find Uncle Vernon sorting threw a large pile of bills.
Nothing can ruin this day, Harry thought, Nothing at all...
"Good news Petunia, "Uncle Vernon said, holding up a letter for his wife to read, "It's from Marge, she says she's in town and drop in for dinner."
Harry stopped in his tracks and let an outcry of disapproval. "Uncle Vernon can I just skip dinner and stay in my bedroom?" Harry pleaded
"Absolutely not," Uncle Vernon snarled, "Who will I have to server the food and clean up the kitchen after? And I swear Boy, any funny business and I'll make sure that you never go back to that – er- school again! Now get out of my site."
Harry moodily stomped upstairs and into his bedroom where he wrote a short letter to Mr. Weasley.
Dear Mr. Weasley,
I remember you told me to write to you anytime that I wanted. Well, today my aunt and uncle are treating my really.. lousy, and I was wondering if you could possibly pick me up whenever you're not too busy.
Thanks,
Harry
Harry reread his letter and sent it off with Hedwig to number 12 Grimmauld Place. With immense satisfaction, he lay down on his bed for the rest of the day.
At six o'clock, someone knocked on the front door. Harry unmistakably the sound of Aunt Marge and her 'guard' dog Ripper.
Sulking, Harry quietly joined the rest of the Dursleys at the front door. Aunt Marge, who had an uncanny resemblance of her brother, was busy greeting Dudley (or as she liked to say 'Dudders') and planted a kiss on his cheek. Harry hoped that Aunt Marge wouldn't notice him, but unfortunately for him, she did. Aunt Marge violently threw her coat at Harry as he glared at her.
That night, dinner was most unpleasant for Harry because of all the insulting things Aunt Marge had to say about him and his family.
"I'm telling you Petunia, I don't know how you put up with him," said Aunt Marge, giving Harry a nasty look.
"It's quite easy you see," Harry said smartly, "Whenever I'm around they just ignore me."
"I suppose they don't even want to look at you," said Aunt Marge, as the rest of the Dursleys nodded in agreement, "I guess that's what happens when people don't want to look at something so..horrible."
"Well now you know the reason why all these years I haven't looked right at you," Harry replied angrily.
Infuriated, Aunt Marge raised from her chair, as her massive stomach collided with her dinner plate causing her white blouse to get stained with tomato sauce. Harry couldn't tell which was redder; the tomato sauce or Aunt Marge's fuming face.
"Now Marge, restrain yourself," Uncle Vernon said timidly. Aunt Marge stepped towards Harry with her hand in tight fists. Aunt Petunia gave a frightened gasp, when Uncle Vernon yelled, "Marge, this is uncalled for!"
Aunt Marge gave Uncle Vernon a dangerous look, as he nervously sank back into his chair. She then ruthlessly grabbed a fist full of Harry's hair and pulled upwards.
Harry let out a desperate cry for help, but saw that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon wouldn't dare cross paths with Aunt Marge, and Dudley was too busy watching television.
"You're never going to say that again, GOT IT?" Aunt Marge asked forcefully.
Without answering, Harry spat into her face as she released him and wiped his spit out of her eyes. "I don't care if you are family," Aunt Marge screamed, "If you ever – "
CRASH
Before Aunt Marge could finish what she was saying, someone used a rock to smash the kitchen window into smithereens.
Aunt Petunia let out a horrified scream and held Dudley safely in her arms. "Vernon...Vernon go see w-who threw t-that rock!"
Uncle Vernon cautiously walked towards the broken window and poked his head outside. "Who's there?" Uncle Vernon asked, "C'mon show yourself!"
"Hello," said a recognizable voice
"AHH" Uncle Vernon shouted as he leapt in fear. There was an eccentric woman standing outside in the garden. She was clad in an emerald green clock and had bleached blonde hair that was twisted into many little braids.
"Erm..Tonks is that you?" Harry asked
"Indeed it is," Tonks replied heartily, "I know this hair really doesn't go very well with my facial features," she added. Harry saw her close her eyes as she was obviously concentrating on something. Suddenly, her hair changed to an electric blue color, that in Harry's opinion, looked even worse.
Harry looked around at the Dursleys who were all dumbfounded. "She – changed – her – hair," Dudley said sounding impressed, yet at the same time scared.
"I demand that you explain the reason why you shattered our window," said Uncle Vernon, who was trying to show Aunt Petunia in how brave he was being.
"Oh – yes – bout that, I'm terribly sorry. You see I'm a bit –er- clumsy sometimes," Tonks began," And all I wanted to do was to get your attention by throwing something. I accidentally threw a rock that was a little heavier, (Aunt Petunia glared at her) okay a lot heavier that it looked."
"TONKS!" yelled a tall, dark wizard known as Kingsley Shackbolt, "What's taking so long?"
Behind him, Harry could see three people descending from the air, that were none other than Mr. Weasley, Lupin, and Mad-Eyed Moody. When Mr. Weasley landed, he smoothly got off his broom and walked over to Uncle Vernon.
"Hello, I'm Arthur Weasley! I think we've met before," Mr. Weasley said politely as he stuck out his hand threw the broken window. Instead of shaking Mr. Weasley's hand, Uncle Vernon's eyes widened in terror, as he had obviously remembered Mr. Weasley's last visit.
"I demand that you lot leave at once – you are breaking an entry!"
"Don't be a fool Dursley," Moody growled as Uncle Vernon flinched at the site of his eye.
"What do you want?" Uncle Vernon asked suspiciously
"Well, you see, Harry wrote to me this morning and told me how you weren't treating him properly. All we want, is to make sure that Harry gets to Hogwarts safely"
"What's Hogwarts?" asked Aunt Marge, would hadn't spoken for a while.
"It's a wizarding school," Tonks replied
"I thought you said the boy attended Saint Brutus's Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys?"
"Yes, well we had to think of something to tell you," Uncle Vernon replied sheepishly, "But that doesn't matter because this boy is never going off with you lot! Not as long as I remain in charge of my household." Aunt Petunia beamed at her husband when she suddenly let out a loud shriek.
Moody had pulled out his wand and pointed it directly at Uncle Vernon. "He's coming with us Dursley, and there's nothing you can do a damn about it."
"Now Moody there's no need for that," Mr. Weasley said sternly.
"Harry, go get your trunk," said Lupin, "We've got a long ride ahead of us."
Harry returned with his trunk and Hedwig's cage tucked under his arm.
"Come here boy, I need to Disillusion you," said Moody as he rapped him on the head. Harry was put in the same, cold sensation as before, and looked at the Dursleys.
"Oh my God, what have they done to you?" asked Aunt Petunia, sounding somewhat concerned, "And what if the neighbours see?"
"Now Harry," Tonks began, "From what I hear you're a pretty good at flying –"
"Kid's a natural"
"Yes – well, I just charmed the broom to stay on the exact route to make sure you have a safe flight." Uncle Vernon snorted, and Harry knew that he was probably upset that there wasn't a chance for him to die.
Harry walked to the back of the yard with everyone else, as he saw Lupin point his wand over his shoulder and mutter, "Reparo" at the window.
Before Harry knew it, he was flying along with the rest of the Order in a V-shape. Harry felt something feathery touched his arm, when he realized that Lupin had let Hedwig out of her cage to fly next to him.
Suddenly something happened to Harry's broomstick and it began jolting up and down. Harry desperately clutched the handle with his numb hands.
"Wotcher Harry!" Tonks yelled as Harry crashed into her.
Then the broom stopped in midair and dropped towards the groud. "AHH" Harry yelled.
I'm going to die, Harry thought as he began falling from a hundred feet above the ground, Uncle Vernon will be pleased...
He shut his eyes as the wind violently wiped his face. He then felt someone firmly grab his wrist and heaved him on their broomstick.
"Everything alright Harry?" someone asked casually
Harry looked to see who saved him, when he felt like a ball that had been punctured with no air left inside. "S-sirius-s-s" Harry said weakly, before he closed his eyes and fainted.
