Harry Potter and the missing Weasley
Chapter 1
The brilliant letter
It was a warm summer day and Harry Potter was up in his room listening to Dudley Dursley whine his way into having a party. Harry Potter was a very miserable resident at number 4 Privet Drive. But then again, Harry was not exactly your average household resident. Harry Potter was a wizard, and not just any wizard, he was the boy who lived. He had become famous by defeating the dark Lord Voldermort at a mere one year old and it was really all because of his mothers love for her one and only son, not some amazing powers he had possessed or anything, just love.
"Oh mummy, I'll clean up the mess that the others leave behind," Dudley moaned, trying to convince his overly protective and overly clean mother to let him throw a 17th birthday party for himself. Dudley was really already 17, but all his parents did was get him a brand new car and Dudley, being the spoiled, over protected brat that he was, wanted more.
"Come now Petunia, let the boy have a little fun with his friends. He is a man now and I believe he deserves it," said Uncle Vernon, taking Dudleys side, as always.
"Well, alright. I guess it's okay, just as long as you make my house spick and span, just the way I've left it. If I get back and it's a mess, you'll be in big trouble mister," replied aunt Petunia, finally caving. Harry just knew she would, she let her Duddykins have anything he darn well pleased. Harry wasn't exactly thrilled at the idea, but at least he could remain upstairs, away from all the people he distasted the most. This would be a good chance to catch up on some homework. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would be gone to see Aunt Marge and her "finest batch of pups," as she so exuberantly put it.
"Thank you mummy," said Dudley, sounding as if Christmas had come early. Harry was very surprised that Dudley actually thanked his mother, he usually just went on his way, making sure everything in his life was just as he wanted it. Dudley wanted this party bad and Harry could tell. There was probably some girl he wanted to go out with and he knew a big party would get any girls attention.
"Oh great," Harry thought, "another girl that going to be giggling five feet down the hall while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon are out." The thought of Dudley and some girl kissing made Harry want to vomit, but Harry held the impulse. Dudley had made a forcible but good deal with Harry the first time one of Dudleys girlfriends had come over.
"Now you listen here you freak of nature," Dudley had whispered into Harry's ear, "you don't tell me mum and dad about my girl here and you won't be beaten to a pulp, Okay?"
"Okay," replied Harry, cringing at the thought of actually being touched by one of Dudleys cronies and at the thought of Dudley getting away with yet another thing he was doing wrong behind his parents backs. All of the sudden, Hedwig flew into Harry's room, dropping a letter on his bed and swooped into her cage. Hedwig was Harry's trusty owl and she had just made a very long flight, Harry was sure. She had delivered three letters; One to the grounds keeper, Hagrid, at the magic wizarding school Harry went to, Hogwarts. One to Harry's best friend, Ron Weasley and the last to Harry's other best friend, Hermione Granger.
Harry was surprised to see a letter back so soon. Harry ran over to the letter, desperate for some kind of information on what was going on in the wizarding world, but all Harry saw was a telephone number and beneath it, a message that read,
Call me sometime... it's safer that way.
Love from,
Hermione
"Odd," thought Harry aloud. Hermione darn well knew Harry couldn't talk on the phone but then all of the sudden, Hedwig swooped down and turned the envelope upside down and out dropped come coins... just enough for Harry to make a telephone call from the pay phone across from the park.
"Genius," said Harry, making a mental note to thank Hermione for her brilliantness.
"Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me," sang Dudley as he went down the hall. All the sudden, the singing stopped and, of course, right in front of Harry's door. Harry knew Dudley was coming to celebrate his newest victory by rubbing it in Harry's face that once again, he had gotten everything and Harry got nothing. Harry ran and quickly stuck his phone money in his side table drawer and just in time for Dudley to barge in.
"Hey weasel brain," Dudley teased. "I just wanted to let you know, me mum is letting me have that party and I don't want you to have anything to do with it. Do I make myself absolutely clear?"
"Crystal," replied Harry. "So when is this big shenanigan?"
"Friday night. Why do you want to know? You have to stay upstairs or I'll tell mum and dad that you were being a nutter and they'll kick you out for sure," Dudley spat. Harry was used to these idle threats by now and was quite sure that Aunt Petunia wouldn't dare throw Harry out of the house but none the less, Harry still didn't like the sound of it.
"I just wanted to know when exactly I should be prepared to lock myself up in this hell hole," replied Harry. He really wanted to know just when to call Hermione.
"Oh, well, that's what I thought," said Dudley, trying and failing miserably to recover from his little tantrum. With that, he turned and left, practically slamming the door behind him.
"Yeah, that's what I thought you dim witted half brain," said Harry under his breath after Dudley had left. Harry then knew that Friday was his night and with that thought to cheer him up, Harry decided to go downstairs and get supper started early.
Harry went down the steps and was walking down the hall when he heard the voice of his Uncle Vernon.
"Potter, get down here," Uncle Vernon screamed.
"I'm right here, no need to yell," Harry tried to say in a polite manner.
"What in the ruddy hell are you doing down here so quick," Uncle Vernon gasped, probably assuming that Harry had used magic.
"I came down to get a head start on supper," Harry replied in a would be polite tone, already starting to get annoyed with his uncle.
"Well, that is an unexpected surprise."
"Yeah well...," Harry's voice trailed off.
"I just wanted to say that we, that is, Aunt Petunia and I, have decided to let Dudley throw his little party and I am warning you now boy, you'd just better stay up in that room of yours or you're going to the dogs. Have you got that," said Uncle Vernon in a threating tone.
"Yes, I've got it. Now may I go get started on supper," Harry asked in a bitter tone.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I don't really give a rats tail what you do, just don't interfere with Duds party and we'll be just fine," replied Uncle Vernon in a somewhat less angry tone.
Harry cooked a decent supper that night and after everyone had eaten, Harry cleaned up the mess and went up to his room. Harry sat down on his bed, with a full stomach and a full mind as well. Harry was already thinking of the questions he wanted to ask Hermione. Harry missed her a lot and couldn't wait to hear her voice. With these uplifting thoughts in his head, Harry stripped down to his boxers, went over to Hedwig, gave her the treat she deserved for being do diligent, checked to see his money was still safe and then fell into bed with a smile, hoping to hear some good news on Friday.