Chapter 4 Letters from Dumbledore

Dear Harry,

A meeting to discuses business will be held on Monday the 12th. I look forward to seeing you.

Sincerely,

Albus Dumbledore

Harry had no trouble understanding the cryptic note from Dumbledore. Only a few days ago he had been admitted into the Order of the Phoenix and had been told how the communication system worked. He was to meet at an abandoned house that was headquarters for a meeting on the 12th, exactly two weeks from today. How interesting Harry thought. My one and only meeting. I wonder what it will be like?

Harry ended the curse and coldly watched the Dursley's lying on the floor, whimpering and crying, for a while before speaking. 'Is there anything you have to say?' Harry asked quietly. Surprisingly it was Petunia who managed to look up and answer him.

'You are evil. We would never do that to you, we took you in. You should be grateful. You truly are a freak.'

'Am I? You made 12 years of my life living hell. You would have killed me or dumped me in an alley somewhere if you weren't scared wizards would find out. Don't bother living. I can tell if you do.' Harry looked at Petunia questioningly. She didn't lie, instead just stared at him. Harry's eyes flashed for a moment but then he became calm again.

'Do you see now? I am not so different from you. If I am evil then so are you. If I am evil it is because you made me so. I am no more a freak than you.' Petunia shot him a venomous look of pure hatred but didn't answer. Harry looked at his watch. He really had to leave soon if he didn't want to be late to meet Ron and Hermione.

'Wh-wh- wh-at a-are y-ou going to d-do? P-please j-j-ust let us g-go.' Dudley asked. He was so scared he was shacking and whimpering. He wasn't even trying to be brave. Harry watched with disgust as a wet patch grew on his pants.

'Do? I am leaving now to meet some friends. Goodbye I hope you have a wounderful life. I won't see you again.' Relief was evident on their faces as he turned to leave but to their horror he stopped at the door and turned around. When he spoke his voice was like nothing they had heard before. It was cold and harsh, completely devoid of any emotion. 'I hope you are happy now for you have brought it upon yourself. Avada Kedavra.' Harry watched as the three Dursley's died, looks of horror on their faces. He felt suddenly stronger and more powerful. What have I done?  A small voice inside Harry thought, horror and guilt welling up inside but he pushed the feelings away like the millions of others he had learnt to push away. They deserved it. They had to pay for what they did to me. With a swish of his cloak he was gone, his face composed once again.

Ron and Hermione were already sitting down in the small café in Diagon Alley that they were meeting Harry at when he came in. Although they had been making small conversation it was awkward, as their relationship had been for many years. Hermione was aware of the crush Ron had on her that he had never outgrown. He had asked her out a number of times. Seeing the hurt on his face every time she declined taw at her heart and almost made her agree but she knew she couldn't because she would only end up hurting him more. She knew that she would never love Ron more than a friend and that he didn't really love her but was instead convincing himself that their friendship meant more than it did so it was with relief that she saw Harry come in.

'Harry! What have you done? I can't believe it. Well I mean I can because it's you but still.' Ron yelled, jumping up as he saw Harry.

Harry felt a twinge of worry, although neither his face nor answer showed any reaction other than surprise. What does Ron know? 'What?'

'You've made the Montrose Magpies first grade team.' Ron exclaimed. Oh that. 'Congratulations mate. I can't believe you didn't tell me. I had to find out from the paper!'

'Sorry I only found out yesterday. I thought I'd tell you today but it looks like you've found out anyway.' Harry replied.

'That is so amazing. So when's your first game?' Their conversation was about quidditch for a long time. Hermione managed to get in a congratulation but soon got bored of the conversation and spaced out for a while.

''Mione!'

'What? Sorry,' Hermione said, realising that Harry had asked her a question. He smiled in amusement. 'Long hours already huh? So how's your new job going?' he asked, referring to her internship with The Daily Prophet.

'Hard, but it's good. Everything's very fast. I want to do this so I can get the truth out there. So people don't read lies.'

'You'll do well Hermione. You're a great writer,' Ron told her. He had originally wanted to be an auror but didn't get the marks. He was now working in Fred and George's joke shop while he decided what he wanted to do. Their joke shop had been slow starting because they didn't have the money but had it running now, though they were still quiet heavily in debt.

It wasn't long before the three of them started to leave. 'Are you to coming to my game on Saturday?' Harry asked, speaking of his first game for the Magpies.

'Are you kidding? As if I'd miss it!' Ron said before leaving.

'I'll come too,' Hermione added.

'See you tomorrow then,' Harry said before apperating home.