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***CHAPTER 4***
'AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!' Harry sat up on his bed abruptly gasping for breath, still clutching his scar, he turned and looked towards the door silently hoping that no one had heard the scream and woke up. He would be in big trouble if they did.
Hedwig hooted softly on his right trying to calm him down. He was grateful; Hedwig has been his only company for his holidays. Knowing that Hedwig is there has made his supposedly 'holiday' a lot easier.
He glanced towards his desk, looking at the clock he put there; he noted that it was only four in the morning. Most kids his age would be asleep right now. He thought about the dream he had, he is scared; Voldemort was planning to murder him again. His friends' thought that he was used to it, but he was not, he was terrified. A little for himself, but much more for the people around him. He has seen how so many people had died for him. But every time he was in danger, people were always nearby. The only family he has right now is the Weasleys, Ron, Hermione, Professor Lupin and Sirius and also Professor Dumbledore in a weird yet comforting way. He doesn't want to lose anyone anymore.
He got off his bed and went to his desk. With the light of his torch, he wrote a letter to Sirius. Knowing Sirius, he didn't want him to worry. But Sirius had made him promise in his last letter that he would notify him if he had a dream and his scar hurt. Trying to tell Sirius as little as possible, he wrote a short note.
^^*Dear Snuffles*^^
How are you? Hope that whatever you're doing for Professor Dumbledore is running smoothly. I had a dream tonight and my scar hurt. I can't remember most of it. All I can remember is waking up sweating. My scars fine now and I'm well. Hope to see you soon. Please keep safe.
--Harry-
'Oh, Sirius, How I wish Pettigrew was caught, you wouldn't be on the run, then' Harry whispered quietly. Turning to Hedwig, he stroke her and whispered softly 'Give this Sirius, kay? Hedwig. I hope that I'll be at the Weasley when you're back but come look for me here first, Dumbledore doesn't seem to want me to go there this year.'
Harry put his hands into the drawer and took the photo album of his parents out. He knows every nook and cranny of the album by heart. He took it with him back to bed hugging it. Opening the album, he found a picture where he and his parents were together waving at someone; he laid his fingers on his parents face and tried to remember what it was like doing so. Silent tears ran down his cheek unnoticed.
Staring back at the ceiling, He also tried to take little scenes of his parents wedding from the album and imagine what it was like on that real day. There he sat crying silently for the rest of the night until the sun appeared.
'HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN STAIRS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!'
Well, he sure doesn't need an alarm clock. He already has one who is always punctual. Harry slid out of bed and went downstairs. As usual, his first sentence is not 'take a seat' but rather 'watch out for Dudley's bacon, make sure it doesn't get burnt'
'Why does she care whether it's burnt or not? It's food. He'll definitely eat it' Harry snickered quietly.
He turned towards the family sitting around the dining table. 'Oh, oh! I'm in trouble. They seem to have something big planned for me.' Looking at the list they were holding, he knew that what he thought was right. He definitely has a lot to do.
Turning towards Dudley, he noticed that he had a big smile (although it doesn't look like one) on his face. 'They must be taking him out' was his first thought but later he wondered 'Why the list of chores for me then? They normally wouldn't let me stay here if they're not.'
'BOY, we'll be going out later and as usual YOU are not coming with us' It boiled Harry's blood with anger to see a little smirk on both his uncle and his cousins face. 'As Mrs. Figg's house is under renovation, she'll be coming over here instead. Since you'll both be here, we wouldn't want you to waste your time talking to her, we've given you a little things to do. We want them all to be done before we come back, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'
With all this things, I'd rather talk to Mrs. Figg about her cats. Plus, there are over fifty things here for me to do. How do you expect me to finish all of it? Harry thought silently. Out loud, he replied obediently 'Yes, Uncle Vernon'
'Well, that's settled then. There is the bell. Harry, get the door. It should be her.'
After a quick hello and goodbye between Mrs. Figg and the Dursleys, Harry closed the door and said a polite hello to Mrs. Figg. He was very amaze that she didn't have her cats with her but due to the abundant amount of chores, he excused himself to start on it.
'What did they make you do this time?' Mrs. figg asked with concern.
'Oh, nothing much.' Harry replied quickly. He didn't want to say anything for fear of getting into more trouble. Not knowing what happened in the next few seconds, he suddenly found his list of chores in Mrs. Figg hands.
Looking at the list, she exclaimed 'Oooohhh, how could they? They ought to be hung for this. These are not chores, this is slavery. How can they let a fifteen-year-old boy do all of this? Wait a minute, you're not even fifteen yet, you're still fourteen. No way, I'm keeping the list; you're not doing this. When they get back, I'm giving them a piece of my mind.'
Please Mrs. Figg I have to do this. If I don't, I'll get into more trouble, please.' Harry pleaded, not wanting to hear from the Dursleys how he manipulated Mrs. Figg's mind.
Harry, do you get this often?' Mrs. Figg asked concern written across her face.
No..not really.' Harry stuttered in reply.
The truth, Harry. Mrs. Figg probed. Harry nodded his head slowly, tears watering his eyes.
Oh, how can they? Lily and James would be furious if they were still alive. Who would believe this? The boy who lived has a worst life than most of them do. How can they?' Hugging Harry she started again 'Lily said they are bad but I never thought that they are this bad... I never believe it. Dumbledore shouldn't have put you here, he... What's wrong, Harry?
She suddenly noticed that Harry was backing away from her, staring at her as though she's some bloody ghost from Christmas past.
How do you know Dumbledore? How do you know that I'm the boy who lived? How do you know my mum so well? HOW???? At that Harry broke down into tears.
III..III...
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
Phoenix353-Thanks for the review, I hope that you liked this one. Silent Angel-I hope you'll follow your instincts and continue reading this. It might be a little slow now but it should catch up soon. I'm still warming up. SparkySparkles-Hey, you and I have a lot in common. Keep those reviews coming. If the standards isn't there just tell me I need the opinions and critics to improve my writing skills.
***CHAPTER 4***
'AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!' Harry sat up on his bed abruptly gasping for breath, still clutching his scar, he turned and looked towards the door silently hoping that no one had heard the scream and woke up. He would be in big trouble if they did.
Hedwig hooted softly on his right trying to calm him down. He was grateful; Hedwig has been his only company for his holidays. Knowing that Hedwig is there has made his supposedly 'holiday' a lot easier.
He glanced towards his desk, looking at the clock he put there; he noted that it was only four in the morning. Most kids his age would be asleep right now. He thought about the dream he had, he is scared; Voldemort was planning to murder him again. His friends' thought that he was used to it, but he was not, he was terrified. A little for himself, but much more for the people around him. He has seen how so many people had died for him. But every time he was in danger, people were always nearby. The only family he has right now is the Weasleys, Ron, Hermione, Professor Lupin and Sirius and also Professor Dumbledore in a weird yet comforting way. He doesn't want to lose anyone anymore.
He got off his bed and went to his desk. With the light of his torch, he wrote a letter to Sirius. Knowing Sirius, he didn't want him to worry. But Sirius had made him promise in his last letter that he would notify him if he had a dream and his scar hurt. Trying to tell Sirius as little as possible, he wrote a short note.
^^*Dear Snuffles*^^
How are you? Hope that whatever you're doing for Professor Dumbledore is running smoothly. I had a dream tonight and my scar hurt. I can't remember most of it. All I can remember is waking up sweating. My scars fine now and I'm well. Hope to see you soon. Please keep safe.
--Harry-
'Oh, Sirius, How I wish Pettigrew was caught, you wouldn't be on the run, then' Harry whispered quietly. Turning to Hedwig, he stroke her and whispered softly 'Give this Sirius, kay? Hedwig. I hope that I'll be at the Weasley when you're back but come look for me here first, Dumbledore doesn't seem to want me to go there this year.'
Harry put his hands into the drawer and took the photo album of his parents out. He knows every nook and cranny of the album by heart. He took it with him back to bed hugging it. Opening the album, he found a picture where he and his parents were together waving at someone; he laid his fingers on his parents face and tried to remember what it was like doing so. Silent tears ran down his cheek unnoticed.
Staring back at the ceiling, He also tried to take little scenes of his parents wedding from the album and imagine what it was like on that real day. There he sat crying silently for the rest of the night until the sun appeared.
'HARRY POTTER, GET DOWN STAIRS RIGHT NOW!!!!!!'
Well, he sure doesn't need an alarm clock. He already has one who is always punctual. Harry slid out of bed and went downstairs. As usual, his first sentence is not 'take a seat' but rather 'watch out for Dudley's bacon, make sure it doesn't get burnt'
'Why does she care whether it's burnt or not? It's food. He'll definitely eat it' Harry snickered quietly.
He turned towards the family sitting around the dining table. 'Oh, oh! I'm in trouble. They seem to have something big planned for me.' Looking at the list they were holding, he knew that what he thought was right. He definitely has a lot to do.
Turning towards Dudley, he noticed that he had a big smile (although it doesn't look like one) on his face. 'They must be taking him out' was his first thought but later he wondered 'Why the list of chores for me then? They normally wouldn't let me stay here if they're not.'
'BOY, we'll be going out later and as usual YOU are not coming with us' It boiled Harry's blood with anger to see a little smirk on both his uncle and his cousins face. 'As Mrs. Figg's house is under renovation, she'll be coming over here instead. Since you'll both be here, we wouldn't want you to waste your time talking to her, we've given you a little things to do. We want them all to be done before we come back, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?'
With all this things, I'd rather talk to Mrs. Figg about her cats. Plus, there are over fifty things here for me to do. How do you expect me to finish all of it? Harry thought silently. Out loud, he replied obediently 'Yes, Uncle Vernon'
'Well, that's settled then. There is the bell. Harry, get the door. It should be her.'
After a quick hello and goodbye between Mrs. Figg and the Dursleys, Harry closed the door and said a polite hello to Mrs. Figg. He was very amaze that she didn't have her cats with her but due to the abundant amount of chores, he excused himself to start on it.
'What did they make you do this time?' Mrs. figg asked with concern.
'Oh, nothing much.' Harry replied quickly. He didn't want to say anything for fear of getting into more trouble. Not knowing what happened in the next few seconds, he suddenly found his list of chores in Mrs. Figg hands.
Looking at the list, she exclaimed 'Oooohhh, how could they? They ought to be hung for this. These are not chores, this is slavery. How can they let a fifteen-year-old boy do all of this? Wait a minute, you're not even fifteen yet, you're still fourteen. No way, I'm keeping the list; you're not doing this. When they get back, I'm giving them a piece of my mind.'
Please Mrs. Figg I have to do this. If I don't, I'll get into more trouble, please.' Harry pleaded, not wanting to hear from the Dursleys how he manipulated Mrs. Figg's mind.
Harry, do you get this often?' Mrs. Figg asked concern written across her face.
No..not really.' Harry stuttered in reply.
The truth, Harry. Mrs. Figg probed. Harry nodded his head slowly, tears watering his eyes.
Oh, how can they? Lily and James would be furious if they were still alive. Who would believe this? The boy who lived has a worst life than most of them do. How can they?' Hugging Harry she started again 'Lily said they are bad but I never thought that they are this bad... I never believe it. Dumbledore shouldn't have put you here, he... What's wrong, Harry?
She suddenly noticed that Harry was backing away from her, staring at her as though she's some bloody ghost from Christmas past.
How do you know Dumbledore? How do you know that I'm the boy who lived? How do you know my mum so well? HOW???? At that Harry broke down into tears.
III..III...
I hope to get a few reviews for this. GOOD or BAD
Phoenix353-Thanks for the review, I hope that you liked this one. Silent Angel-I hope you'll follow your instincts and continue reading this. It might be a little slow now but it should catch up soon. I'm still warming up. SparkySparkles-Hey, you and I have a lot in common. Keep those reviews coming. If the standards isn't there just tell me I need the opinions and critics to improve my writing skills.