Chapter four

World Wide News

Harry had spent the whole day in his room, as well as the whole of yesterday, which meant his mood hadn't improved. The Dursley's had decided to keep the television in the living room on the news channel all day, which had not made Dudley happy. His gang had all gone on holiday, not all together, but with their own families, so he was stuck in with no friends. Aunt Petunia could be heard sending suggestions round the house after him, as he stormed from room to room proclaiming how bored he was.

Harry barley heard any of it. His Aunt had knocked on his bedroom door and told him supper was ready the night before, he told her he wasn't hungry. Normally, something like this would have brought his giant of an Uncle upstairs banging on his door threatening him to come down and eat what his Aunt had so kindly prepared for him, when she didn't have to at all, they could after all let Harry starve. It was always the same speech, that Harry could have recited it back to his Uncle, but that would have enraged him more so he never did.

No, today he had been completely left alone, and he hadn't enjoyed one minute of it. Hedwig still had not come back from yesterdays delivery, which had annoyed him even more. He knew that everyone at head quarters would be so busy that they would probably not even notice Hedwig, but that thought didn't make him care, he knew it should, but he was desperate for the knowledge of what was going on. Why was he always the last to know everything? Had faced more, defeated more and done more than most adult witches and wizards, yet he was always the last to know.

Harry decided that he would take a walk, clear his head. He pulled himself up off the bed and then realised that he wasn't allowed out of the Dursley's house. As he was already up, he didn't think it would hurt from him to go into the back garden. He walked out of his room just as his Uncle Vernon as walking tot eh bottom of the stairs.

"You'd better come and see this" His Uncle grunted and he walked back into the living room.

Harry carried on down the stairs and followed his Uncle into the living room, where yet again, the whole Dursley's family were sitting. The television was still on the all day news channel on sky. As Harry sat down, the news reporter that was leaning on his desk started to speak.

"After the terrifying events outside Kings cross train station, in central London yesterday, the nation has been in a state of fright, suspense and unknowing of what to think. Earlier today, we received an interview from someone who claims him self to be a 'wizard', and he also claims to know rather a lot about yesterdays events"

The screen switched as Harry watched in panic. What had this wizard told the news people? What would the Ministry do? What could anyone do now that someone was about to spill the secrets of their world.

The television screen now showed a man in shadow. They often did this when someone did not want to be seen, and Harry wasn't surprised that this wizard did not want to be seen. He dreaded to think of what would happen when the Ministry caught up with him.

As soon as the wizard started to talk, Harry recognised the voice. He was one of Voldemort's Death Eaters, one of the ones who had tried to get the prophecy from the Department of Mysteries.

"I am a wizard, there are hundreds upon thousands of witches and wizards all over the world. Unknowing to Muggles, we live in our own societies…" Harry could not believe what he was hearing. The Death Eater was sitting there and telling the Muggle world their secrets! Harry didn't know what to do, but he couldn't peal his eyes away from the television screen. He had never watched television so much in his life, it had never interested him, but he was barley blinking as he sat in disbelief and horror.

The wizard was revealing that wizards had their own shopping centres, one of them was based in London itself.

"Diagon Ally is our where our main shops are. There, we can stock up on potion ingredients, buy our wands, buy food, just like you muggles"

Harry couldn't believe his ears, he was openly using wizarding words and terms as though they were common knowledge.

"We also have schools…' Harry's heart stopped beating and he stopped breathing. There was no way…he wouldn't…he couldn't…

"Every witch and wizard in the country will go to school, the school that English witches and wizards go to is called Hogwarts, I went there myself, quite a few years ago now"

Harry hadn't realised he had moved himself to the floor as the wizard had spoken. He was now kneeling on the floor, digging his hands in the Dursley's carpet in anger, his fingernails were bending backwards a couple were starting to bleed, but Harry had not noticed this. Red hot rage was coursing through his veins.

How could this wizard do this to their world? To his world, to Harry's world? Didn't Voldemort realise that this would make things harder for both parties, that now the muggle authorities would be after him, too? Maybe Voldemort had just lost the plot completely? If he wanted to rule, if he wanted things in the dark ages didn't he need people to live? By pitting the two worlds against each other he was doing himself more harm than good.

"Harry Potter, the boy who was nearly killed yesterday is one of the most famous wizards of our time, but for nothing special. His parents died fighting against a good cause and he became famous for surviving" Harry's blood was boiling. How dare he say that Harry's parents had died fighting against a bad cause? They had been fighting scum like him.

Another soft voice came over the microphone.

"What about the other man in the street? Who is he?"

"He is a lord of the wizarding world, the most powerful wizard alive"

Harry was seeing spots in front of his eyes, and he was feeling sick with anger. He had never felt anger like it. Not when Cedric died, not when Sirius died, not even when he was destroying his Headmaster's office a few weeks ago. This was an anger beyond rage, he didn't even feel like himself anymore.

Harry felt something coarse through him, he couldn't describe exactly how it felt, other than a giant snake was sliding around in him, then he heard a laugh, a horrible laugh that was high and hissing, just like that animals he loved so much. His scar burst in to flames and he clamped his bleeding hands to his head and fell onto his back. Harry felt like he had been pushed aside, like someone else had taken over his body. He remembered the feeling from a few weeks before, when Voldemort had entered his body in the Ministry and tried to make Dumbledore kill Harry in hopes he might finally kill Voldemort, too.

"That's it, Harry, feel the anger…build it…feed it…it feels wonderful…let go"

As soon as he realised Voldemort was inside his mind, he had closed his eyes. Harry wasn't sure what Voldemort's limitations were, but he had a pretty good idea that Voldemort could see through his eyes. He didn't want to endanger the Dursley's again, he didn't want to endanger anyone again.

"Open your eyes for me, Harry, let me take a look at what you see, show me the home you love so much"

Harry was in so much pain. Holding an evil spirit, such as Voldemort's inside your body for any length of time was painful, but to try and hole on this long was killing him. To get rid of Harry once and for all, all Voldemort would have to do would be stay inside him, Harry was sure of it.

At that thought, he realised he didn't want to give up. He pushed himself beyond the pain and he pitted himself against Voldemort. It was like a backwards tug of wall, Harry was pushing and trying as hard as he could get Voldemort out of him, and Voldemort was trying to push Harry's spirit aside to get into him.

"You will not escape me for much longer, Potter, you have been marked for death" And with that, Voldemort was gone. The pain in Harry's scar was nothing more than a dull ach, the burning inside went.

Harry lay on the Dursley's living room floor, sweat pouring out of him, blood under his fingernails, hands still clutching his head. He looked round to see his Aunt and Uncle hiding behind the sofa.

Aunt Petunia was crying and Uncle Vernon was clutching her, giving and trying to gain comfort by the look of it. Harry would have laughed at them if he had not been through what he just had.

Harry wanted the reporters to find him, he wanted them to show up at the door. He had been slated, ridiculed, called a liar and disturbed all last year by reporters for telling the truth and that had hurt, but he would not stand for it any more, not in the muggle world. He was not going to be a laughingstock for Voldemort's cause anymore.

Harry looked back at the Television and the scenes from Kings Cross stations were being played. Harry could see the back of his own head, his wand held in his hand hiding behind a car. The next moment, Remus had appeared out of thin air next to Harry, his own wand out.

The camera moved upwards slightly and he could see Voldemort standing in the middle of the street, a huge grin on his face as he sent a curse toward the car where Harry was hiding behind. The next moment, Harry saw a flash of light miss Voldemort by inches. That had been Harry's doing.

There was a tapping on the living room window. Everyone looked round, half scared half in suspense, not knowing what they would see when they looked at the window, only to find an owl tapping on the window. Harry let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding in those couple of seconds. Harry stood up and walked to the window and opened it outward to let in the owl. Harry had a funny feeling where this owl had come from. Harry took the letter from the owl's beak and with a small squawk the owl took off again. Harry turned the letter over to see his name and address written in his Headmaster's scrawling hand writing.

Harry ripped open the letter and pulled out a small bit of parchment with a hurried note written on. The note consisted of only a few lines;

Harry

We already know of what has been on the muggle news. I have my theories as to what is going on, but I would rather share those with you in person. Please do not leave your Aunt and Uncle's house just yet. If your neighbours have recognised you and they come round or send anyone round, get your family to tell them you are not at home. I will be over later to see you.

Yours sincerely D .

The 'D' was done very elegantly, as was the rest of the writing. Harry never understood how Dumbledore wrote the way he did.

Harry read and re-read the letter a couple of times, as thought the Professors words were lifeline or a comfort. Then he scrunched the paper in his fist and looked at the his Aunt and Uncle how were standing, watching him from the other side of the room, as though they were afraid he was rabid and would attack them any minute. Harry decided not to get angry, he didn't want Voldemort to have access to his vision or his body for that matter. He simply said;

"I'm going upstairs. That was from Dumbledore, my Head teacher. He's coming over later to talk to me. He said that if anyone comes to the door, even the neighbours, to say that I'm out, or what ever. Just tell them I'm not here"

Harry waited for them to move, make some sign or noise that they understood what he had said, but he was waiting in vane. The Dursley's were too frightened to even breath. His Uncle Vernon was as white as a ghost, as was his Aunt Petunia. The only colour on her face was the red marks under her eyes from where she'd been crying.

Harry couldn't stand it anymore. He walked over the living room and took the stairs two at a time. He got to his room and slammed the door. He tried to gather himself. He was tried of feeling this angry all of the time. He counted to ten calming himself down and breathing. He put the note from Dumbledore on his desk and leaned against his window ledge. Two of the neighbours were out, it looked like they had been shopping, and they were standing on the opposite side of the road, talking and pointing at the house. That was it.

Harry closed the Curtains and lay on his bed. He knew he had things to do, like unpacking and homework, but he couldn't muster the energy to rise of the bed. He felt as though he hadn't slept in a week, and he hadn't not properly. He couldn't believe that he had only been at Hogwarts less than a week ago. He missed the place, even though he had wanted out of there, away from everything, away from the wizarding world for a while.

He thought back to the year before when he was so very angry at being left alone, not knowing anything, being trapped at the Dursley's for most of the summer. Wishing every moment he was with his friend's, with…

Harry laughed. He found it funny how now, all had wanted to was to be left alone to grieve. Left alone, away from people looking at him and talking about his life, away from prying eyes, away from the people who knew and loved him. He had wanted away from the wizarding world so badly even the thought the only way he would be away from it would be to be at the Dursley's didn't deter his need.

All he wanted was his world to be left alone.

He knew that the people he loved could possibly be in danger if the muggles took magic being really badly. God only knew what the muggle government would do. He knew that his world was better off left alone. And even as much as he wanted it, he knew he was not better off left alone.