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Harry Potter and the Meaning of Life
Book Six
Chapter Three
The next morning Harry awoke to find a bowl of un-heated canned soup had been pushed through the cat flap.
"Yummy," he said to no one in particular, rolling his eyes. Hedwig hooted softly: obviously hungry.
"If the Dursleys don't let me out," Harry thought aloud, "how will I buy my books?" He stared towards the open window. Hedwig hooted again.
"I'm coming," he told her. He walked over to his owl's cage and absently pushed some of the soggy vegetables into Hedwig's food bowl. In his absentmindedness, Harry almost poured the whole bowl of soup into Hedwig's cage.
The door opened, making Harry jump, causing him to spill the rest of his soup.
"Good morning," grunted uncle Vernon. Harry nodded in reply. He was cranky because he now had un-heated canned soup all over him.
"One of those weirdos is here," said Vernon, bitterly, "said they don't want you gallivanting off to parties and such."
"Oh," responded Harry, not quite sure what to say. He paused for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts.
"I have to get my school books, though," Harry said, thinking he could use that as an excuse to get some hot, wild, unprotected, jungle-sex.
Vernon grunted in thought.
"All right in there?" Tonks's head popped though the door, causing Vernon to jump.
"He's not letting me get my school books," complained Harry.
"We can't have that," said Tonks, disapproving.
"I.I.never." stammered Vernon.
"Get packin' Harry," Tonks said vibrantly, "we're goin' to Diagon Alley."
"Cool," said Harry, grinning. He began to pack.
"Don't forget to change your shirt," Tonks reminded him as she left the room. Vernon departed without a word.
Harry came down stairs lugging a full trunk and Hedwig.
"All set?" Tonks asked, with a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth.
"Yeah," answered Harry, wondering how they were going to get there.
"Mind if we borrow your car?" Tonks asked Vernon, smiling innocently, toast still dangling from her mouth.
"I think I'll drive you," said Vernon, firmly.
"OK," said Tonks.
* * * *
Harry and Tonks arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, to find it near deserted. In fact, the only people there were Tom, the barman and a few aurors, who Tonks seemed to know.
After a few quick words with them, and then Tom, Tonks arranged some rooms for her and Harry and they left the pub and entered Diagon Alley.
"Where is everyone?" asked Harry.
"At home, where it's safer," replied Tonks.
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
Harry thought for a while. A long lost thought re-entered his head.
"Voldemort."
Tonks just nodded.
They walked down the alley towards Gringots. All we need now is some tumble weed, thought Harry.
After he withdrew some money, a small shop across the alley caught his eye.
Harry Potter and the Meaning of Life
Book Six
Chapter Three
The next morning Harry awoke to find a bowl of un-heated canned soup had been pushed through the cat flap.
"Yummy," he said to no one in particular, rolling his eyes. Hedwig hooted softly: obviously hungry.
"If the Dursleys don't let me out," Harry thought aloud, "how will I buy my books?" He stared towards the open window. Hedwig hooted again.
"I'm coming," he told her. He walked over to his owl's cage and absently pushed some of the soggy vegetables into Hedwig's food bowl. In his absentmindedness, Harry almost poured the whole bowl of soup into Hedwig's cage.
The door opened, making Harry jump, causing him to spill the rest of his soup.
"Good morning," grunted uncle Vernon. Harry nodded in reply. He was cranky because he now had un-heated canned soup all over him.
"One of those weirdos is here," said Vernon, bitterly, "said they don't want you gallivanting off to parties and such."
"Oh," responded Harry, not quite sure what to say. He paused for a few seconds, collecting his thoughts.
"I have to get my school books, though," Harry said, thinking he could use that as an excuse to get some hot, wild, unprotected, jungle-sex.
Vernon grunted in thought.
"All right in there?" Tonks's head popped though the door, causing Vernon to jump.
"He's not letting me get my school books," complained Harry.
"We can't have that," said Tonks, disapproving.
"I.I.never." stammered Vernon.
"Get packin' Harry," Tonks said vibrantly, "we're goin' to Diagon Alley."
"Cool," said Harry, grinning. He began to pack.
"Don't forget to change your shirt," Tonks reminded him as she left the room. Vernon departed without a word.
Harry came down stairs lugging a full trunk and Hedwig.
"All set?" Tonks asked, with a piece of toast hanging out of her mouth.
"Yeah," answered Harry, wondering how they were going to get there.
"Mind if we borrow your car?" Tonks asked Vernon, smiling innocently, toast still dangling from her mouth.
"I think I'll drive you," said Vernon, firmly.
"OK," said Tonks.
* * * *
Harry and Tonks arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, to find it near deserted. In fact, the only people there were Tom, the barman and a few aurors, who Tonks seemed to know.
After a few quick words with them, and then Tom, Tonks arranged some rooms for her and Harry and they left the pub and entered Diagon Alley.
"Where is everyone?" asked Harry.
"At home, where it's safer," replied Tonks.
"Why?"
"Why do you think?"
Harry thought for a while. A long lost thought re-entered his head.
"Voldemort."
Tonks just nodded.
They walked down the alley towards Gringots. All we need now is some tumble weed, thought Harry.
After he withdrew some money, a small shop across the alley caught his eye.