DISCLAIMER: sob JK Rowling owns all of the characters in this story. (I wish I were JK Rowling).

NOTE: Sorry I have forgotten to tell that this story is set post-Order of the Phoenix. Luna Lovegood is a new character from Order of the Phoenix. To anyone who had read my first chapter, thank you very much! I hope you will like this one too!

CHAPTER TWO: THE VISIT

The neighbourhood was in dead silence, for everyone was fast asleep in their cozy little beds. But there was one particular house that still had its lights on.

"Harry, quick! Everybody is waiting for you," Ron said in a hurry.

Harry came down the stairs: Hedwig in one hand and his trunk in another. He came 'thud, thud, thud' down. Uncle Vernon glared at Harry. Harry knew he wasn't pleased with him. He was afraid that the neighbours would know that there was something fishy going on in the Dursleys household. Especially when they had visitors. Mr. Weasley shook hands with Uncle Vernon as a nice gesture.

"Nice to meet you," Mr. Weasley said to everyone.

Uncle Vernon just looked on and grunted at whom he often called as 'those people'. Aunt Petunia looked a little bit intimidated by Mr. Weasley, Ron and Hermione. The elephant of a Dudley (and still growing bigger by the day) tried not to evoke the painful memories he had the last time 'those people' came by hiding behind his mother.

"For someone that huge, he sure has very little guts," Hermione commented, stealing a look at Dudley. Harry and Ron just chuckled, albeit very softly, for they didn't want to offend the Dursleys. Finally, Mr. Weasley ushered them out of the house.

"It's about time we go, Harry. Thank you, Mr. Dursley."

"Uh, goodbye," Harry said suddenly, feeling very out of place at the same time as he had never bid a proper goodbye to his foster family before.

Every single episode of his leaving number four Privet Drive had always been chaotic. When they went outside, Harry saw a new, shining and beautiful Mercedes Benz right in front of his eyes. Could this be...?

"A Ministry's car, you say? Nah, it is our car," Ron said in whispers.

This piece of news certainly surprised Harry. "Fred and George bought it for Mom and Dad. They didn't want to accept it initially, you know, because they reckoned that they couldn't do well in their joke shop business and all. But obviously, Fred and George have proven them wrong," Ron continued. He was only too happy to receive anything new. Mr. Weasley must have noticed what his son said, for Harry noticed that his ears were turning bright scarlet.

They all got into the car. Mr. Weasley was supposed to send them to number twelve Grimmauld Place, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix. Number four Privet Drive was slowly disappearing from his sight. As he was getting closer to number twelve Grimmauld Place, he could feel his heart beating twice as fast. He could imagine dozens of pairs of eyes watching his every movement, now that He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named has risen and gaining power with each passing second. He knew his life would never be the same again. He could confront his memories of Sirius like a man, couldn't he?