Chapter 2: O.W.L.S
His eyes got wide. It was his O.W.L.S scores...
Harry had forgotten all about his O.W.L.s since all the mayhem with Voldemort happened. He gasped as he saw some of his scores.
Divination - Practical O Theory D Overall D
History of Magic - Practical N/A Theory P Overall P
Astrology - Practical A Theory A Overall A
Herbology - Practical E Theory E Overall E
Then he smiled.
Transfiguration - Practical E Theory O Overall O
Care of Magical Creatures - Practical O Theory O Overall O
Charms - Practical O Theory O Overall O
Defense Against the Dark Arts - Practical O Theory O Overall O
And then, he started laughing.
Potions - Practical O Theory E Overall O
He could not believe that Snape would give him an Outstanding in a million years.
You have passed 6 of your O.W.L.s. Please talk to your head of house to sort out your advanced future classes by August the first.
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
He went over to Hedwig and showed her his scores and she hooted loudly and flapped her wings excitedly as if she was happy for Harry. Harry put the scores back in it's envelope and took out the other contents. His Hogwart's letter, reminding him that term starts on the first of September, and a list of the new books he would have to purchase. He looked over the books.
Standard Book Of Spells Grade 6
History of Magic Level 6
One Million Magical Herbs and Fungi
The Ferret Book of Ferrets
The World of Divination Book 6
The Life of a Seer
All of these, he had heard of before (except for The Ferret Book of Ferrets, but that had to be for Hagrid's class), but the last two.
The Book of Great Reemers
How To Control Your Reemer Power
I wonder what a Reemer is, thought Harry.
"Oh well," he said out loud while putting the pieces of parchment back in it's envelope. As he laid down on his bed, his thoughts drifted back to June.
Now where do I go? Who can I run to when I know that I'm the only one who can defeat Voldemort? I remember when there was a time when I used to believe that Dumbledore would be able to stop Voldemort. But now...there's no hope. None at all. How can there be any hope when I know...I can't defeat him. I can't do it. Especially now that the only person who was mostly there for me is gone.
Harry put his fist on his eyes to stop the stinging of the tears that want to break loose. He took his thin sheet and covered himself until it covered his head.
Why did you have to go Sirius? Why now? When I'm in this point in my life where I have to make a hellish decision about whether to defeat Voldemort or let him kill me, and then walk all over me and the wizarding world and probably even the muggle world. Why? Maybe I should just let him finish me off. Maybe my life dead won't be as hectic as my life is when I'm alive. Or maybe I should just fight just as I've been doing before and save a whole lot of lives in the process, and still live, always being known as the Boy Who Lived to Defeat Lord Voldemort Twice. Oh...I don't know what to do! Only if you were here Padfoot...only if you were her to help me...to give me advice...
Harry's thoughts drifted away as he slowly fell to a sleep with endless dreams.
Harry awoke with a start. There was some ruffling noises coming from outside of his bedroom door and it was only about 3 in the morning. Harry sat up in bed and was about to get up when the lock clicked open and in walked Petunia Dursley, Harry's aunt.
"Potter...Are you awake?" She whispered into the room.
"Yeah...is anything wrong?" Harry responded with worriness in his voice.
"Get your things. Now." Petunia put the candle she was holding close to her face and it was evident that she was scared about something.
"Aunt Petunia...what-" Harry started, but Petunia interrupted him.
"Hurry up boy, before I change my mind!" She said, while putting some of Harry's clothes in his trunk.
"I'll be right back." And she turned and went downstairs. Harry heard a noise of a door being opened and then a rustle of a bag and then she was back upstairs with his broom and his wand. By the then, Harry had already packed his clothes. He took his broom, packed it up and took his wand and stuck it in the back pocket of his jeans. He then turned on Aunt Petunia and waited for an explanation. Apparently, he didn't get one. She just bickered him to hurry up and take anything he needed. Food-wise and etc. Then she told him to leave.
"But what am I supposed to use for transportation?" He asked.
"Call the Knight bus. It'll come fast and take you to Diagon Alley fast. Just go!" She started pushing him out the door.
"Why are you doing this?" Harry asked while turning towards his aunt. Petunia just stood there and for the first time in his life, Harry saw his aunt smile at HIM.
"Just go please..." She turned around, and closed the door with a soft thud.
Harry was amazed at what just happened. He turned around again and started walking towards the street. When he got up to the corner of 4 Privet Drive, he stuck out his wand hand and no less than 2 minutes, the big, purple Knight Bus was at his side. A young man, in his early 20's, stepped out of the bus and started reading from a piece of paper.
"Hello there. I am Stan Shunpike and I will be of you servance for the time you are on the Knight bus. And you are?" The young man put down the piece of paper, looked at Harry and his eyes got wide.
"Oy! Your Neville...I mean Harry Potter! Welcome back mate! Come on...come inside...you already know the speech. No need to say it again!"
Oh boy, Harry thought as he got on the bus, here we go again...
A/N: So how did you like this one so far? I always believed that Petunia had some love for Harry and that she had some knowledge of the wizarding world herself! And, hey! Maybe she might have a little bit of lost magic in her. -Hint- -Hint- So I decided to put that very weird part in here. Umm...This second chapter was just sitting in my pc so I just decided to put it up even though I didn't get 5 reviews! But It's ok...hopefully, I'll get more this time. Flamers are welcome, but don't be too harsh! If I don't get more than 2 reviews this time, I'm not updating anymore! Thanx!
Krystina