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Chapter 2

Spinners End

Harry awoke hours later with a terrible headache. The TV was still on. Only when he looked up at the screen did he remember what he had seen. How did Voldemort find out where Grimmauld Place was? Dumbledore was its secret keeper, and Harry knew that the headmaster would never betray anyone. So how did it happen?

Harry looked up at his clock. It was all blurry. His glasses must have fallen off during his fall. He felt around for them and slipped them back on the bridge of his nose. He looked up at the clock again. It read 7:49. PM! He had slept on the floor all day long. He slowly got up, his muscles protesting. He figured that the Dursleys hadn't even bothered to check on him.

He had to hold on to the side of his desk to keep from falling over. He waited until the dizziness passed. Then he turned his attention to Hedwig, who hooted at him. She was sitting on his bed with a letter tied to her foot. Harry quickly stepped over to his bed and untied the letter with unsteady hands. She gave him an affectionate peck and flew out through his still open bedroom window.

Harry turned his attention to the letter. He slit the envelope open with a fingernail and a single piece of paper fell out. He picked it up slowly and unfolded it. Two words were written on it.

Be ready.

Harry knew exactly what it meant, he was going to be taken away today, but to where was the other question. His thoughts were interrupted by a shout from downstairs.

"Boy!" yelled his uncle. "Get down here now!"

Not wanting to upset his uncle, considering that Harry's friends would soon raid the house, he ran down the stairs quickly. "Yes Uncle Vernon," Harry said in the most innocent voice he could muster.

"Where have you been all day, boy?" his uncle questioned. Then as an afterthought he added, "We were a - a - worried a-about you."

Harry tried to hide his smile, but failed miserably. His uncle was so frightened of Mad-eye. It was really funny.

"I was in my room," Harry said.

"Your aunt wants to talk to you boy," his uncle said in a flat, emotionless voice.

"In the kitchen!" came the shout. Harry slowly wandered into the kitchen. "When are you leaving?" asked his aunt, as horse-faced as ever.

Harry was taken aback by this sudden question. He fumbled for an answer. "Soon," was the first thing that came out.

"We don't want you putting this family in danger anymore," said his aunt.

"Well, I don't even want to be here, but I have to be!" Harry said, his voice rising. He had not yelled since he was in Dumbledore's office. He still needed to apologize for that. "I'll leave when my friends come for me."

Both Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon flinched when he mentioned his friends. There was dead silence.

"Well then go back upstairs and write to those freaky friends of yours this instant, and tell them we're treating you right," his uncle said, breaking the uneasy silence with the first thing that came to mind.

Harry marched back up the stairs without another thought or backward glance. As he passed Dudley's room, Harry peeked in. Dudley was sitting on his bed, a blank stare pasted on his face. Harry opened the door wider and strode into the room.

Dudley didn't look so good. "Is something wrong with Ickle Duddykins?" Harry asked. When Dudley didn't move Harry became worried, and eyed Dudley with astonishment.

"What's wrong Dudley?" Harry asked with concern.

"We killed him."

"Killed who, Dud?"

Harry was confused. Dudley had never really hurt anyone. He was just a big coward. He and his gang just beat people, and Harry knew by experience that they would never actually go for a kill.

"Those things last year. They made me see it all over again. Everything. We killed him. We didn't mean to. We didn't stop in time. He didn't fight back. We didn't know," Dudley explained.

Harry got the gist of Dudley's story and left. He walked to his room and began packing all his things, not that he had unpacked in the first place. He thought about what Dudley had just told him.

The Dementors had made Dudley hear and remember the time that he and his gang had beaten someone to death. Harry couldn't believe it. He wanted to be sick. Then he thought of all the things that Voldemort had done, and Dudley's plight was instantly forgotten, as well as the packing.

Harry wondered when the Order would come for him, and who was watching him right now. He didn't smell any tobacco, so it wasn't Mundungus Fletcher. He finished packing everything and lay down on his bed.

No sooner was he lying down, than an owl swooped into the room. Harry jumped up off the bed expecting it to fly straight at him. Instead, the unknown owl flew to the corner by his desk and dropped the letter. Then it flew back out the open window. As Harry started to walk over to pick the letter up, it disappeared.

He heard an envelope being ripped open and a piece of paper being unfolded. Then, before another thought popped into his head Nymphadora Tonks was standing in his room, hastily shoving the invisibility cloak under her arm and pulling out her wand.

"Wotcher, Harry."

"Tonks!" She was once again sporting her spiked, hot pink hair.

"C'mon Harry. We gotta get you to headquarters. Be ready in five minutes."

"I am ready. But Tonks, headquarters was destroyed, don't you know that?"

"Course I do, Harry. In fact, it was mostly my fault. Tell you later," she said when she got a look of surprise from Harry.

"T-then where are we going?" Harry asked, dumfounded.

"Spinners End," came the answer.

Harry thought about this for a moment. He had no idea where or what Spinners End could possibly be. His confusion must have shown on his face, because Tonks was talking again.

"We're going to your grandparents house Harry. Now get movin'. We gotta meet the guard in less than two minutes."

A/N: Hoping for a longer chapter some time soon. Sorry if the whole thing with Dudley seemed a bit harsh. I was just thinking, he doesn't even care when he beats someone, so this had to be pretty bad if it made him throw up. Anyway, same story. Send me whatever kind of review you want, JUST REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Next chapter soon. I won't post until I get reviews, so REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!! That or send me an angry e-mail, either one is fine with me.