Recap: He then placed the note in Hedwig's sling and picked up pig.
"You have to get her to Ron okay? You have to." He could swear that pig
understood him.
Pig then grasped the top of the sling and, despite his size, managed easily
to lift off and fly into the night.
Harry looked back at the house. When he was healed Vernon Dursley would be
one very very sorry man.
Chapter two
Harry suddenly realized the state he was in. bruised, cut and bloodied not to mention whatever he'd done to his arm and leg. He also had no where to go and no way of contacting anyone without using magic. He'd been in this position before though and knew what to do. Slowly and painfully he managed to pull his trunk onto the sidewalk. Then he opened it and fumbled around in it looking for his robes. It was hard to see when he had only the street lamp for light and had to work around his broom but he eventually found his black Hogwarts robes and managed to put them on. He then pulled out his moneybag and counted to make sure he had enough. He had exactly ten sickles and twenty-nine Knuts. Just enough. Harry then stuck out his wand hand and waited for a large noise and bright lights. They came almost instantly in the form of a triple Decker violently purple bus with gold lettering on the front. Then the purple garbed conductor jumped off and started speaking. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded Witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can. 'Arry potter? Look awful 'at you do." "Thanks Stan. Look, I need to get to Diagon Alley again and I'm in a bit of trouble so can we hurry up? Here's the money you need." Harry handed the coins to Stan Shunpike, the conductor of the knight bus, who still had quite a few pimples. Stan stepped back on board and reached down to grasp one end of Harry's trunk. It was a good thing that Stan was stronger than last time because harry was no help at all. Stan seemed to realize that with all the blood on his face Harry would not want to be seen and so Stan gave him the furthest back bed on the bottom floor. Harry, once in it, fell immediately asleep and didn't wake again until eleven fifty five when they finally reached the leaky cauldron. As Stan was unloading Harry's trunk onto the pavement he said. "Sure you'll be alright 'arry? 'Cause you look awful, what wit all dat blood." "I'll be fine Stan, and I'm sorry if I got any blood on the sheets." "der cleanable. Se ya 'arry." "Goodbye Stan, and thanks." Then, with a bang the Knight bus disappeared. Almost as soon as the bus was gone harry felt a wave of pain and knew, some how, it was midnight. Of course, being the boy-who-bloody-lived, he'd have a painful inheritance. Of course. Then came another wave of pain and another, each one more intense than the last. Harry knew something was happening to his body but he couldn't tell, through all the pain, what. Eventually the pain stopped and presently harry was able to stand up again. He felt different. He was taller. His arm and leg weren't so far out of alignment. Something else was different too but he didn't know what. He dragged his trunk to the door of the leaky cauldron and walked in, up to the bar. The whole place was silent. Everyone was staring at him. "Uh, excuse me, umm, I need to stay for at least a night, probably more like several weeks. Can I get a room?" Tom the toothless old innkeeper recovered himself and gestured. "Come right this way Mr. Potter."
Chapter two
Harry suddenly realized the state he was in. bruised, cut and bloodied not to mention whatever he'd done to his arm and leg. He also had no where to go and no way of contacting anyone without using magic. He'd been in this position before though and knew what to do. Slowly and painfully he managed to pull his trunk onto the sidewalk. Then he opened it and fumbled around in it looking for his robes. It was hard to see when he had only the street lamp for light and had to work around his broom but he eventually found his black Hogwarts robes and managed to put them on. He then pulled out his moneybag and counted to make sure he had enough. He had exactly ten sickles and twenty-nine Knuts. Just enough. Harry then stuck out his wand hand and waited for a large noise and bright lights. They came almost instantly in the form of a triple Decker violently purple bus with gold lettering on the front. Then the purple garbed conductor jumped off and started speaking. "Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded Witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can. 'Arry potter? Look awful 'at you do." "Thanks Stan. Look, I need to get to Diagon Alley again and I'm in a bit of trouble so can we hurry up? Here's the money you need." Harry handed the coins to Stan Shunpike, the conductor of the knight bus, who still had quite a few pimples. Stan stepped back on board and reached down to grasp one end of Harry's trunk. It was a good thing that Stan was stronger than last time because harry was no help at all. Stan seemed to realize that with all the blood on his face Harry would not want to be seen and so Stan gave him the furthest back bed on the bottom floor. Harry, once in it, fell immediately asleep and didn't wake again until eleven fifty five when they finally reached the leaky cauldron. As Stan was unloading Harry's trunk onto the pavement he said. "Sure you'll be alright 'arry? 'Cause you look awful, what wit all dat blood." "I'll be fine Stan, and I'm sorry if I got any blood on the sheets." "der cleanable. Se ya 'arry." "Goodbye Stan, and thanks." Then, with a bang the Knight bus disappeared. Almost as soon as the bus was gone harry felt a wave of pain and knew, some how, it was midnight. Of course, being the boy-who-bloody-lived, he'd have a painful inheritance. Of course. Then came another wave of pain and another, each one more intense than the last. Harry knew something was happening to his body but he couldn't tell, through all the pain, what. Eventually the pain stopped and presently harry was able to stand up again. He felt different. He was taller. His arm and leg weren't so far out of alignment. Something else was different too but he didn't know what. He dragged his trunk to the door of the leaky cauldron and walked in, up to the bar. The whole place was silent. Everyone was staring at him. "Uh, excuse me, umm, I need to stay for at least a night, probably more like several weeks. Can I get a room?" Tom the toothless old innkeeper recovered himself and gestured. "Come right this way Mr. Potter."