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Chapter 2

"HARRY JAMES POTTER! COME HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANCE!" Uncle Vernon thundered, his face a magnificent mixture of puce and purple, with blotches of magenta in his cheeks due to agitation.

"What's wrong, Uncle Vernon? It's only 6am; I am only leaving at 7," Harry replied, in an innocent tone uncanny to Fred and George.

"What did you do to Dudley? What did you do to my son?"

"What's wrong with dear old Dudley?"

"WHAT'S WRONG? I'LL TELL YOU WHAT'S WRONG! JUST LOOK AT HIM!" As he said this, Uncle Vernon grabbed his son violently around the shoulders and turned him to face Harry, while Aunt Petunia whimpered. Harry stifled the mad urge to explode in a bout of explosive laughter.

Dudley was a sight to behold. His eyes were a shade of neon orange, his nose an acid green, mouth a brilliant electric blue, his face was jet black, and his hair was a stunning shade of shocking pink. Whining piteously, he covered his face with his purple hands.

"Oh, poor Dudley! Is it painful? Oh go to Mummy, little Diddy-dums!" Harry muttered under his breath.

"WHAT WAS THAT YOU SAID?"

"I said, you just might find the answer in his palms." Harry replied quickly.

Striding towards Dudley, Uncle Vernon seized his (Dudley's) flabby arms and forced open his pudgy palm. A dazzling silver coloured wrapper made its slow and elegant descent to the floor.

"What is the meaning of this? Did you give my son this sweet?

"I didn't. All I did was drop it on the floor this morning. If you trust me, make him eat this." Harry replied, fighting back his laughter, he handed Uncle Vernon a pale yellow capsule.

"WHAT IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE? ANOTHER TRICK ON MY SON?" Uncle Vernon roared, suspiciously.

"No, Uncle Vernon. It'll take the colour away." Said Harry, exasperated.

With that, Uncle Vernon forced open a reluctant Dudley's mouth, and popped the capsule in. Right before their very eyes, the colour of Dudley's flamboyant face soon returned to normal.

"Don't... ever......... do................ that............. again," panted Dudley, his eyes bulging slightly.

"Sure Diddy-dums, old boy." Said Harry cheerily.

"For giving me the sweet, you are NOT to go to you friends' house!" said Dudley, in a slightly more assertive tone." Right, Daddy?"

At this, Uncle Vernon's face turned magenta, with blotches of puce in his cheeks while a vein throbbed in his temples. "I agree."

"Okay, that is fine by me. But I'm not sure if that would be okay with my friends though. You see, I 'm sure that Dudley does not want his pig's tail back, and one of my teacher's had actually turned my schoolmate into a ferret and bounced him all over the place because he tried a stealth attack on me," said Harry in a pleasant tone.

"FINE! IT IS NOW 7AM SHARP, GET OUT OF MY RUDDY SIGHT! GOODBYE AND GOOD RIDDANCE!" Uncle Vernon bellowed, upsetting a chair as he stomped up the staircase to his bedroom. "PETUNIA, KEEP AN EYE ON THE BOY IN CASE HE SLIPS SOMETHING TO DUDLEY AGAIN!"

Suddenly, a beautiful and unearthly song rung out in the semidarkness.

Fawkes had arrived.

"Goodbye. See you next summer!" Harry said, grinning widely, he grabbed Fawkes' tail and almost immediately arrived in Grimmauld Place.

Ron and Hermione were sitting in a room, playing wizard chess "Hi, Harry!" Hermione said, not looking up from the chess set.

"Harry! How was your summer? We had a hard time cleaning up the place. Dear Mrs Black had put a Permanent Sticking Charm on her portrait so there is no way we can remove her." Ron said, beaming from ear to ear, helping him with his trunk.

"It was fine, really," Harry said, attempting to grin, and failing miserably.

"What's the matter?" Ron said, frowning. "Forgot to bring something here?"

Hermione gave a loud snort. "Honestly!" Turning to Harry, she said, "It isn't your fault Sirius died. Everyone is telling you so, Harry, why don't you believe us?"

"Because it isn't true! If I hadn't gone to the Department of Mysteries, he would still be alive and well. He would still be here, joking with us, talking to us, giving us advice, and offering his help wherever he thinks is needed! He could have lived, if I wasn't thick enough to believe that stupid dream of mine, and followed it, thinking it was true! Harry said hotly. As a burning sensation pricked his eyes and throat, he hastily looked away.

"I'll go make a cup of tea, shall I?" Ron said.

"Look, Harry," Hermione said in a voice of dead calm, "Anyone with a heart would have gone to the Department of Mysteries that night. Even I would have gone. The fact is, that trap was foolproof, there was no way that anyone would not have gone, be it you, anyone, even Professor Dumbledore or me. And, if Sirius was in your place, and you were in his, you wouldn't want him to think that it was his fault, would you? He would have felt the same."

"Yeah, well, I'm not in his place, am I? HE is the one that is dead, while I am still sitting on my fat ass, alive and well, when I have caused the deaths of not only one, but two people!" Harry said, heatedly.

"Harry, Cedric 'sand Sirius' deaths were caused by You-Know-Who, not by you. Their deaths may have been related to you by the fact that their murderer is the one that is after you, but that is all that is related," Ron said, patiently, setting down three mugs of tea on the table, while Ron's knight battled with Hermione's pawn.

"That, is the only thing that you have said correctly so far Ron." Hermione said with a grin.

Should I tell them about the prophecy? Harry thought. He did not want to bother his friends further with the fact that he would be either be a murderer or be murdered. However, he did not have to decide as Mrs Weasley chose that moment to yell at them to go down for dinner.

A/n: Hi! I'm back! Sorry for not updating in such a LONG time, even though the story is already finished and typed out. The next update will be in October, after my exams). I still want to change some parts and lengthen it. ) this chappie is written mostly by ice cold star, but I edited a bit so that I could add more parts next time. Well. Enough crapping, reviews? stares hopefully with puppy dog eyes )