Chapter 4: Don't complain
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"Come on let's go to the kitchen" Hermione said, walking down the stairs. Ron followed her, before they had left that morning Sirius had told them to go straight to the kitchen when they came back. Hermione reached for the door handle and pushed it open. They walked into the kitchen to find most of the Order sat around the kitchen table.
"Ron. Hermione what kept you, we thought you would be back earlier than this" said Mrs Weasley, jumping out of her seat to make them some dinner.
"Well we would have been back earlier than this but when we were walking home Shane and Harry found this trolley and were going down the hill in it" Ron said
"Oh, so you met Harry then" Remus said as he looked at them
"Yeah, we did" Hermione stated
"And, what was he like?" Sirius asked eagerly
"Well he wasn't what we expected" Ron answered awkwardly
"What do you mean?" Tonks questioned, curiously
"Well, let's just say that he isn't the most studious of people" Hermione finished
"Yeah well we didn't expect him to be the most hard-working person in the world, with James being his father and everything" declared Sirius
"No Sirius we're not joking, he is really, really naughty" Hermione said, exasperated
"He isn't that naughty" protested Ron
"No of course not, all the teacher only asked him and Shane to go and get her some books"
"Which they did" Ron piped up
"Then when they brought them back the teacher told them that there wasn't enough there and asked them to go and get some more, then Harry told her that there was enough and that he wasn't going back to get any more, and the teacher asked him
again but then Harry started shouting at her and she eventually sent him to the Headmaster"
"So maybe he's not the most calm person" protested Remus
"Well at least he's funny" declared Ron
"So he's got a sense of humour then" said Sirius wearily
"I just hope he sees the funny side when we tell him the truth" Ron said quietly. Hermione mentally agreed with him.Harry was walking down the road to Privet Drive. He had just been out with Shane and his other friends, and now he had to go back to number 4 before his aunt started yelling at him that he was late. He turned down the road to where Mrs Figg lived. He hadn't dreamed last night, which he was thankful for. The dreams were starting to confuse him. Whenever he had one he would wake up just before someone spoke to him (not including the dream he had with the man and the motorcycle) it was like they were trying to tell him something but he couldn't figure it out. It was really starting to bug him.
And the kids that had started today, he could have sworn he had heard their names in one of his dreams as well.
'Maybe the only come back because you think about them so much, yeah that's why they come back' thought Harry. But something deep inside of him was nagging that thinking about them wasn't making them come back, the same thing was telling that these dreams were very important, but Harry chose to ignore it.
To his surprise he was at number 4 already. He opened the door and stepped in just as his aunt was calling them down for dinner. He made straight for the kitchen and sat down in his normal seat. To say that he was annoyed with what they had for dinner was an understatement, he had forgotten to take his dinner money to school and had to go without anything to eat for the day, and you weren't allowed snacks at the Dursley's so he had to stand being hungry all day and only end up getting a few chips and the smallest bit of pizza that his aunt had cut.
He didn't complain though, after living with the Dursleys for 15 years he had learnt not to complain about anything otherwise he would just get the 'we took you in out of the goodness of our hearts and all you do is sit there and complain' speech. He quickly finished his pitiful meal then raced up the stairs to his room.
He walked in and slammed the door shut. Sitting down on the end of his bed, he pulled out his scrapbook and sat it on his lap. He opened it and skipped a few pages to the picture that he had been looking for.
It was the picture of him, Shane, Jenny and some of their other mates with their parents. Harry was stood with Shane and his parents; they treated him like a second son. As he stared at the picture he started to feel sad. Sad that he had never known his parents. He wondered what life would have been like of they hadn't died in that car crash when he was one year old. He might've had a happier childhood, one filled with kisses and hugs and presents on Christmas morning and on his birthday. Maybe he would've had more friends in his primary school if Dudley hadn't been there.
He felt a few tears fall down his cheeks but made no move to get rid of them. He led down on his bed, and let the tears fall freely down his face. He cried himself to sleep that night, but awoke again when he had another dream.
But this one had been more like a nightmare. He had been asleep when he heard someone run up some stairs and burst into his room. This someone had picked him up and held him to them. A scream came from down the stairs and the person started to cry harder. He heard another person come up the stairs but this person was walking much slower than this person had. The door to the room was blown apart and a man had stepped inside.
'Stand aside'
'No please not Harry, please not Harry'
'Stand aside silly girl'
He heard the man say something but couldn't understand. He fell on the floor when the person holding him dropped him. He looked around and his eyes fell upon the body of a woman who was obviously dead. She wasn't breathing. She had long red hair and emerald green eyes. He turned to the man and found something that looked like a stick being pointed at him. He made no move. The man said something else, and all Harry saw was a green light coming out the end of the stick, it was about to hit him when................
Harry jumped out of his bed. That dream had been the scariest so far. That woman reminded him of someone but he couldn't remember who. That man had an odd feeling about him, like he had done something to him long ago but he should stay out of his way.
He looked at his watch, it was half-past 5. He didn't want to go back to sleep and risk having another nightmare like that. He stayed up the rest of the night, trying to keep his mind of the nightmare. Finally it was time for him to get ready for school. He automatically reached for his school clothes and changed into them. He tried to do something about his hair but gave up when it refused to co-operate. Sighing he picked up his bag and headed downstairs, hoping to be able to have his breakfast without being bothered by Dudley or his aunt.XoXMelJayXoX – My first reviewer!!!!! Yay, anyway thanks for ya support.
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