After Aunt Petunia shut the bathroom door, Harry started gathering all of his clothes and stuff and also the stuff from under the lose floor board under his bed.
He started haphazardly throwing things into his trunk, blaming himself for what had just happened not but a few minutes ago.
While Harry was lost in his own thoughts, there was a loud crack at his window. He whirled around to see what had happened.
Whan Harry pulled back the curtains, he saw an owl perched on his window seal with an official looking document clapsed in its beak. Harry opened the window and the owl hopped down onto his desk and dropped the letter. Then it spread its wings and took flight out of the open window.
Harry picked up the letter and tore it open and unfolded the letter. He read:
Dear Mr. Potter,
We have recieved information that you, once again, performed the Patronus Charm this evening at twenty-nine minutes after five in a muggle inhabited area and in the presence of a muggle.
The severity of this breack of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Socery has resulted in your suspension from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and you will be tried in court on August 29 to decide wether or not you will be allowed to attend you school again.
Hoping you are well,
Yours sincerely,
Mafalda Hophirk
Improper use of Magic Office
Ministry of Magic
The first thought through Harry's mind was, Not again! I'm going to be proved innocent again!
Harry reread the letter, still in minor disbelief over the entire thing.
A few minutes later, Harry heard a sort knock on the door.
"Yeah?" Harry asked, finally looking up from the letter.
The door opened and a red, puffy faced Aunt Petunia poked her head around the corner, "Are you done packing yet?"
"Just about," Harry said.
"Well, I called the lady on the house down the street and she's going to be here tomorrow morning to show us around," Aunt Petunia said. Then she noticed the letter that Harry was still holding and she pointed to it, saying, "What's that?"
"Uhh...nothing. It's nothing," Harry said, tightening his grip on the letter.
"Well, if it's nothing, may I read it?" Aunt Petunia asked.
"Umm... I guess so," Harry said, reluctant to hand over the peice of paper.
"Thank-you," she said. Her eyes scanned over the letter, then she reread it to make sure that's what it said. "Well, I guess you have no choice but to go to this."
"I guess so. I'm going to be proven innocent again, just like last time," Harry said.
Aunt Petunia handed the letter back to Harry and then said, "Well, I'm off to bed. Make sure you're up and ready by nine in the morning 'cause that's when that lady's supposed to be over there to show us around."
"Okay," Harry said.
"Good night," Aunt Petunia said, then she closed the door behind her.
Harry put a few more things in his trunk and then slammed the lid shut. He locked the trunk and say on the edge of it, taking a break before he went to finish packing everything.
A minute later, Harry heard another knock at the door. "Come in!" he called out, thinking that it was Aunt Petunia coming to tell him something she forgot to the first time she was in there.
The door opened but it wasn't Aunt Petunia, it was Uncle Vernon.
"Boy! You're responsible for Petunia being on of-of-o-of one of you! You're responsible!" Uncle Vernon said quietly. "Do you know what I'm going to do because of that?" Then an evil grin split his face.
What is wrong with him? Harry thought, puzzled beyond belief.
"Well boy? Do you know what I'm going to do?" Vernon spat, begining to raise his voice and the vein on his forehead begining to throb.
"N-no," Harry said, becoming a little afraid of the maniacle glint in his eyes.
"Well, you'll see soon find out. I'll be right back, don't go anywhere!" Vernon said, then he left the room.
What on earth is wrong with him? Harry thought. Whatever it is that he's going to do, I don't want to find out. Then he got out his invisibility cloak and hide underneath is and waited for his uncle to come back in the room so he could see what Vernon was talking about.
Harry didn't have to wait long. Within thirty seconds of moving across the room, Vernon came thundering back down the hall.
"Oh Harry!" Vernon called as he neared Harry's room. "I have something for you!" When Vernon entered the room he didn't see Harry. He let out an angry roar like yell and shouted, "Boy! I told you not to go anywhere!" Then, the belt that Vernon had brought with him, he swung it in anger but it didn't strike air like Vernon thought it would, it hit something even though, as it appeared to Vernon, nothing was there.
Vernon stopped, all anger gone from his eyes. "Hmm...?"
He struck again, this time experimental but he didn't hit anything, only 'cause Harry moved, but Vernon had no way of knowing that.
Vernon gave a very puzzled look and the leather belt hung loosely in his hand. After a few more seconds of standing there completely confused, he gave up and left the room, but before the door shut, he said, "Harry, wherever you are, I will find you. I will hunt you down and you will wish you were never born." Then the door clicked shut.
Harry waited a few seconds before he even dared breathe. After a minute of standing there, he pulled off the invisibility cloak and clutched at his side where the belt had hit.
Harry sat down on the edge of his bed and let the pain subside but not all of it went away, it still hurt when he moved but other than that he was begining to feel better.
As he sat there, he thought of the events of earlier that day. He replayed his conversation with Ron and Hermione over in his head and then he thought of the demento attack.
Why are they in Little Whinging? Is Lord Voldemort active in trying to kill people? What's he doing? What made Uncle Vernon think that I'd caused Aunt Petunia to be a witch? Does Aunt Petunia want me to call her mom or Aunt Petunia?
These kind of thoughts were playing through his head. He had no idea why Vernon had acted this way and he didn't want to know, he just wanted the pain to stop, it was almost unbarable. He thinks Vernon broke his ribs with that hard of a hit.
"Oh well, I'll be fine," Harry said to reassure himself. "I might as well get some sleep."
Since he was finished packing, all he did was put his invisibility cloak back and he locked his trunk. He, once again, sat there, reminiscing about the events of the day, but when he looked at his clock, he thought it best to go to bed.
He set his clock for eight and crawled under the blankets to warm up his cold feet. He layed on his back and stared at the darkened ceiling. As his thoughts had done not but a week ago, he thought of Sirius.
What would Sirius have done if he were me tonight? Is he truly dead? I want to see his smiling face again, shining with joy and pride when he looked at me. That's what I want, a father. Then he fell asleep.
Around six, when the sky was begining to show the first signs of dawn, there was a rather small crack and a small, human-like creature appeared at the foot of Harry's bed. It had something clutched in its left hand, a small round stone like thing and a note that was attacked to the front of the creature. This creature, about five inches in height, wore nothing but a small shirt that came down to it's knees. It walked around his bed and then, when it was facing Harry, it crawled under his bed and sat down with a plunk.
Two hours later, Harry's alarm clock went off, completely startling him to death. Also his Aunt knocking on the door at the same time didn't help him all that much either.
"Harry! Get up! It's time to start getting ready!" his Aunt called through the door.
"I know, I know, I'm up!" Harry called back, sitting up and rubbing his eyes.
"Okay. Be down stairs in about 30 minutes then." Petunia said, then she walked away and went back to her room, which was now the spare bedroom.
I'm up, I'm up! he thought sleepily, once more rubbing his eyes and yawning.
He slowly got up and picked out what he was going to wear after he got done with his little disagreement with the lock. Once everything was layed out, he went to take a quick shower. The little creature wasn't even noticed.
A few minutes later, Harry was back in his room, rubbing the towel through his hair fastly as though to dry it. He dressed and went down stairs and ate breakfast. Then, about thirty minuts afterwards, they were walking towards the house not far down the road. They reached it just as a gleaming black convertible car plled into the driveway.
A tall woman with dark chestnut hair that fell losely around her shoulders stepped out of the car.
"Hi! You must be Petunia, the lady who called me about the house last night, right?" the woman asked, walking towards Petunia with an outstretched hand.
"Yeah, it was me." Petunia said, greeting the woman with a handshake. "I called 'cause I'm interested in this house."
"Well, you called the right person!" the woman said cheerfully. "Let's go take a look shall we?"
"Okay," Petunia said, but you forgot to mention your name."
"Oh, how rude of me! I'm sorry! My name is Ms. Kennedy." she said.
"Oh, that's quite alright. Nice to meet you Ms. Kennedy." Petunia said, infected by the lady's constant cheerfulness.
"Well, now that introductions are over, let's go take a look at the house!" Ms. Kennedy said.
"Okay," Petunia said, following the Kennedy lady into the house.
Hmm...There's just something about Ms. Kennedy that's kinda odd. I just can't place it! Harry thought, following both of them into the house.
They walked through the house, Petunia immediatly falling in love with it. Ms. Kennedy led them upstairs and showed them the master bedroom. Once that was done, Ms. Kennedy ran out of the room quickly and shut it behind her. She said something and when they tried to open the door, it wouldn't budge.
Petunia pulled out her wand and said, "Alohamora!" The door sprand open and they ran out into the hallway after Ms. Kennedy.
She was standing at the top of the stairs, arms over chest but she had a very shocked exspresion on her face.
"I thought you were one, but I wanted to be sure. You're Harry Potter aren't you?" Ms. Kennedy said, pointing at Harry.
"Erm... Yeah. Why?" Harry asked, flatening his bangs down over his scar.
"I thought you were. Well, so, do you want the house?" Ms. Kennedy said, directing that question at Petunia.
"Hmm... what do you think Harry, do you like it?" Petunia asked.
"Umm..." Harry pondered for a minute. Then he finally said, "Yeah, it's good."
"Okay!" Ms. Kennedy said brightly. "Now, let's see..." Ms. Kennedy and Aunt Petunia took care of all the paper work while Harry walked around the house.
He walked into one of the bedrooms and decided that it would be his new room. As he paced arond the room, he stopped by the window and satred out, lost in his own thoughts.
When Harry came out of his reverie, he glanced at his watch. They'd been here for 30 minutes but for Harry, it had felt like an eternity.
Harry went back to staring out the window but a minute later he saw Bridgette walking down the street. He ran downstairs and yelled at Petunia, "I'll be back in a sec!" Then he was out the door.
"Wow!" Bridgette said. Then she started rambling on about how she was finally getting to meet him and stuff like that.
"Woah! Calm down!" Harry said, surprised by her outburst.
"Sorry, couldn't help myself." Bridgette said, talking very fast and giving a nervous laugh after she apologized.
"Hey, no need to be so upight around me. I'm just a person, same as you." Harry said.
"Okay, so what are you doing here? You live next door to me so why do you need to get another house?" Bridgette asked, looking curiously at the empty house that had a 'For Rent' sign in the front yard.
"Oh, some things have changed, me and my aunt are mmoving out of the house we're in and we're going to get this one." Harry said, not wanting to go into details about the events of last night.
"Oh, okay. Well, well at least be living kinda close to each other and this way you can help me 'cause I don't know how to do a lot of things in the magical world concerning Hogwarts." Bridgette said.
"Yeah," Harry said. Then there was an awkward silence.
Then Bridgette said, "Well, I er... I better go 'cause my mom's wanting me to go the the store for her and get a few things."
"Okay, well then, I'll see you some other time then," Harry said.
"Okay, see ya!" Bridgette said. She walked away but she gave a cheerful wave before she completely isappeared from sight.
Harry waved back but she didn't see, she'd already turned araouund gain. He sttod there, staring after her, but he got bored so he turned and went back in the house.
Petunia heard the screen door close and she hollered at harry, "Harry! Come here for a minute!" About a second later, Harry came into veiw.
"Well, this house is ours! but we need to worry about furniture." Petunia said to Harry.
"Oh, that's easy to do. I can just trade in some of my wizard money in exchange for muggle money. Very simple task." Harry said.
"Are you sure about that? You wouldn't mind?" Petunia asked.
"No, not at all," Harry said.
"Well, let's get our clothes, bring them over here and then go get the muggle money." she said.
"Okay," said Harry.
When they locked the front door, there was a tiny crack upstairs in the room that Harry had chosen. The short little creature from earlier that morning had appeared there. It plopped down on the ground and looked around the new space.
I don't think this was in the masters original plan. He's not going to like this. the tiny creature thought to itself.
Then a cold, high pitched voice rand across the room, "What am I not going to like?"
"Umm... nothing sir, master. Everything's going according to plan." the little creature said in a squeaky, slightly nervous voice.
"Hmm... you better not be lying to me! I can read your thoughts you knkokw!" the cold voice said.
"I'm not lying master! Everything's going just fine." the creature said again.
"Better be. If I find out you're lying, you know what'll happen!" the voice said, then it was gone, leaving the little creature shaking in terror. The little creature then burried its thoughts as not to anger his master again ans climbed into a bag that Harry had sitting on the floor.
Petunia and Harry returned later that night with a lot fo muggle money to spend on furniture.
"We can go tomorrow for everything we need. It's too late tonight," Aunt Petunia said, unlocking the door.
"Okay, all I'm worried about is sleep right now." Harry said laughingly.
"I understand. I'll see you in the morning then," Petunia said cheerfully.
Harry went on up to bed and a few minutes later, so did Petunia. Little did either one of them know, down the street on number 4 Private Drive, someone was asking for them.
"No, I don't know where the hell Harry Potter is!" Vernon Dursley yelled at this stranger who was standing in the doorway.
"Okay, sorry to bother you sir. Goodnight," the man said polietly, then he turned around a walked down the sidewalk.
"Whatever!" Vernon said, voice still slightly raised, and he slammed the door, blocking out the darkness of the night.
The man walked along the sidewalk and came to a park. He sat down o one of the cold hard wooden benches that lined the outside of the park where mothers normally sat and watched their children play.
The man thought to himself, Where's Harry? That's where Dumbledor said he'd be so why isn't he there? Has something happened to him that we're not aware of?
The man sat there deep in thought 'til the sun rose. Then he transformed into a great black dog. The man, now a dog, went and laid down behind a bush so he could get some sleep.
Harry woke up about an hour later and went to wake his aunt. After they got themselves a shower and something to eat, they left the house to go buy their furniture.
The creature in Harry's bag came out and sat on the floor. He looked around and then cautiously spoke, "Master?"
The same cold voice from the day before spoke, "What is it?"
"What do I do now?" it asked.
"Just wait 'til the time is good when you can kill him!" the voice sid and then it was once more gone.
The creature sat there for a few minutes and thne got back in the bag and went back to sleep.
Harry and Petunia came back several hours later and a big moving van was parked out front. While Petunia told the men where to put things, Harry wandered outside, letting the cool breeze play across his face.
As he started to go back towards the house but suddenly stopped for up ahead loomed a big black dog. Before Harry could really register who that looked like, the dog bounded around a corner and out of sight.
The dog recognized Harry at once, and when Harry started walking again, the dog followed along in the shadows. It saw where Harry went and it kept a mental note of that.
Harry came back just as the moving van was leaving.
"So, does it look more like a house now?" Petunia asked when Harry walked into the den.
"Yup!" Harry said, emphasizing his thoughts on what it looked like.
"That's good. Why don't we have an early night and start unpacking in the morning?" Petunia asked, stifling a huge yawn.
"Okay,"said Harry. "Good night."
"Good night,"Petunia said. Harry walked upstairs and went into his room. He inspected it, then pulled out his night clothes. Harry flipped out the light and snuggled deep into the cool sheets, drifting into a dreamless sleep.
Around three in the morning, both Harry and Petunia were startled out of their sleep by the door bell ringing.
Harry sat up and rubbed his eyes and flipped on his lamp. He glanced at the clock and then heard the door bell again.
Getting up and grabing his glasses, he walked out into the hall and started to go downstairs. He heard someone asking Aunt Petunia, who had just go to the door, if she knew where Harry Potter was.
That voice sounds so familiar. Who is it? Harry wondered as he reached the landing. He walked through the living room and into the main hallway. The hall light was on and so was the porch light. Harry could see a dim figure of someone vaugely familiar.
"Harry!" the man said.
Tears began to form in Harry's eyes. "Sirius?" he said, his voice barely above a whisper. An awkward silence met his question.
"Yes, it is me." Sirius said.
Harry stared in stunned disbelief. He can't be Sirius. Sirius is dead! It can't be him, can it?
Wow... I really need to work on this story more often. I've had the chapter done for a long long time but I never posted it. :shrugs shoulders: I've had a lot of stuff happen in this time period. Sorry I haven't updated in a long long time, plz fogive me for that. Just a warning, I have no idea when I'll have chapter seven up, I haven't even started to work on it and I have like two other stories going I think and I have school stuff to do. The english I'm in, I have to read two books and test on them before school for this particular class and I've still got one to read and I haven't tested on the first one I read and I have to work on my instument too. I have to practice my viola and hour a day and I have to keep up the house and all that stuff so I've been really really busy. Sorry I haven't updated in forever and I'll try to have the next chapter up way before I did the last one, I promise but I hope you like this chapter, enjoy! wow, I haven't updated this fanfic in over six months! i'm sorry! but I hope you like it, enjoy!