Chapter 2

A mysterious acting Aunt

Harry woke up the next morning with good prospects. Today was Thursday. Harry's aunt and uncle were leaving today and Harry couldn't wait until they were gone. Just as Harry was pulling on his socks, he heard a very familiar roar.

"Potter, get down here," screamed Uncle Vernon. Harry yanked open his door and walked down the stairs.

"Yes Uncle Vernon," said Harry, in the most polite tone he could manage.

"Help your Aunt Petunia and I carry our bags out to the car," snarled Uncle Vernon. Harry usually hated helping his aunt and uncle out of the house but this time Harry was glad to help them. The faster they were out of Harry's way, the better.

"Good-bye my little duddykins," said Aunt Petunia, grotesquely hugging and kissing all over Dudley's chubby face. At the sight of this, Harry scooped all the bags with big flowers all over them, went outside and arranged them as neatly as possible in the trunk. Uncle Vernon came outside with his bags and put them in the trunk next to Aunt Petunia's and turned to Harry.

"Now, you remember, while your aunt and I are out, you'd better behave."

"Yes Uncle Vernon," said Harry, trying to get his relatives to leave as quickly as posible. Harry turned and walked back into the house, asuming that Uncle Vernon was finished. Harry walked into the front landing and straight past his aunt and cousin, still saying their good-byes, when all of the sudden, Harry felt a bony but firm grip on his shoulder. Harry turned to see what was going on, but before he knew it, Aunt Petunia had pulled him into a tight hug. Harry was shocked that she would even do this and as quickly as she had grabbed him, she let go.

"Um, what was that for," Harry asked, looking utterly bewildered. Aunt Petunia just gave him a look, a look Harry had never seen before. It looked as though she really did care for Harry and she that knew something Harry did not. Before Harry could ask any questions, his aunt just walked right out the front door. Harry stood there, totally shocked and now had a million more questions in his mind. All of the sudden, Dudley slammed the door and was grinning from ear to ear, apparently not seeing the hug Aunt Petunia and Harry had just shared.

"Now that they are out of my way, I can get started on this party," said Dudley, absolutely beaming. Harry hardly noticed all of this as he was thinking about why his aunt would do something like that. Harry walked back up to his room and closed the door behind him.

"What in the hell does she know," Harry questioned himself. Harry needed to know what she knew but there was no way to ask her now. She was gone. Harry sat down on his bed and looked at the clock. It was only five o'clock and Harry realized just how hungry he was. Harry went downstairs to grab a small bite to eat. He went and got an apple from the refrigerator and started back upstairs when he heard Dudley speaking to someone.

"Yeah, I know, but I've heard that she is willing to do anything fun," said Dudley. There was no doubt in Harry's mind that his cousin was talking about the girl he was trying to impress. Dudley looked up and saw Harry was listening to his conversation and threw Harry a dirty look. Harry was not surprised by his cousins childish behavior, but nonetheless, threw back an equally dirty look. Harry tuned away without care and went back upstairs to his room. Harry sat on the edge of his bed, eating his apple and thinking about all of the things he had to tell Hermione tomorrow. Without warning, a very small owl flew into the window, breaking Harry from his thoughts. It was none other than Harrys best friend, Ron's owl, Pig. Pig zoomed around Harry's room excitedly before dropping the letter and settling into Hedwigs cage. Harry ripped open the letter thinking there actually might be some answers to his inquires, but there were none. All Harry found was a small note that read,

Harry,

Hermione told me about her plans. Dad says it is a good idea because it is all muggle things and nobody would understand any of it if it got intercepted. My folks and Percy are on speaking terms again. Mum says hello and hopes everything is well. Hope you are okay good buddy. Can't wait for Quidditch!

-Ron

Harry read the note over again. Harry was glad that Percy was not being a pompous ass now and was also happy to hear that Mrs. Weasley was acting somewhat normal again. Harry too, was excited about Quidditch. Harry needed no answers from Ron. By this time tomorrow, he would be getting all of his answers from Hermione. Harry walked over to the cage where Hedwig and Pig were now biting at each other for food.

"Okay you two, stop that," said Harry in stern tone. At once, the twittering stopped. Harry took pig out of the cage, gave him an owl treat and brought him over to the window. Pig gave Harry an affectionate nibble on his finger and flew off. Harry was in a very good mood. He had forgotten about his aunt completely. He even finished up his History of Magic essay before he went to bed. Downstairs, Harry could hear Dudley decorating for his party. Harry just smiled. Tomorrow, Dudley would be having a party and Harry would be talking to his best friend. He got up from his desk and got undressed. He pulled some pajama pants on, took all of his dirty clothes and put them in his hamper, and fell into his bed. Harry smiled, knowing he would soon be speaking to his friend and receiving answers. What Harry didn't know about tomorrow was that a very special person was going to change his life forever.