Moonlight-blossom: Oh. My. God. I haven't updated this story in over three months, sometimes life just sort of takes over. I've finally got the time to update because I finished my speech for my public speaking challenge, and for once I don't have any homework!
Disclaimer: see chapter 1 (I don't have time for this)
Synopsis: Takes place right after Order of the Phoenix: Harry Potter had not had an easy school year and things were going to get even worse at Number Four Privet Drive
Just to recap: From the corner of the room, Drake watched Harry's expression change drastically from completely furious a few seconds ago to pure shock and almost horror.
Harry's hands trembled as he read the one sentence on the parchment. In Ron's very familiar scrawl were the words:
Hey mate,
Pack your bags, we're coming to get you
On with the story!
Summer Heat: Chapter 9In shock, Harry dropped the letter and it drifted to the floor. Drake watched in interest, and when Harry wasn't looking quickly picked up the parchment and scanned it, an amused grin gracing his features.
For a second, Harry couldn't remember why he was so adamant towards leaving. Then, Sirius' face flashed through his mind and he felt a sharp pain in his chest. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he fought the urge to cry. Harry knew he would never, ever go back.
Ron's voice echoed continuously through Harry's head like a broken record 'we're coming to get you...we're coming to get you...we're coming to get you...'
Almost immediately, panic welled up inside Harry. He couldn't go back. He couldn't! When was he coming? Did the letter say when Ron was coming? Where was the letter? Harry glanced around frantically. Where had it disappeared to? His eyes came to rest on the figure lounging on the couch in the corner of the room.
Harry's eyes narrowed and without warning, suddenly lunged across the room. He had the satisfaction of seeing the surprise in the other boy's face before hauling him off the couch and pinning him to the wall.
"Where is it?" growled Harry.
Drake didn't reply, only smirked at Harry's overreaction. It was only a piece of paper!
"No, it didn't say when your dear friends would be coming to get you," Drake said smugly, correctly guessing the reason for Harry's attack.
God! Harry hated that smirk! It made him almost want to puke. That arrogant, self satisfied look in his eyes, in his smirk, it made Harry hate him more, and he didn't even know the bastard.
Drake had glanced idly at the letter when he had first picked it up. It was another letter from that git, Ron. It looked like little Harry would be able escape this hell of a home. So why did he look so upset? In fact, upset seemed to be a bit of an understatement. He looked completely miserable. Upon closer inspection, he seemed to be a bit agitated, like he was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
Harry's eyes were shining, and he was biting his lip as though holding back tears. His eyes darted back and forth between the windows, doors and the fireplace. He jumped at the smallest sound, and he looked paler than when Drake had first found him unconscious in the cupboard.
He had been so caught up in studying the intriguing dark haired young man that he had been taken completely off guard when Harry had launched himself at him. Drake's eyes widened in surprise, but then smirked. Harry was still weak. It had only been a couple of hours since his delirious outburst in the bedroom. Drake reminded himself that Harry hadn't eaten in what looked like days or weeks, and therefore was easily able to push Harry off of him. Harry pushed back, and then he glared heatedly at Drake. He was really pissed of now, and if he could, would've killed him right on the spot.
Drake, sensing that Harry was close to snapping decided it was time to back off. Sure, pissing the hell out of Potter was fun and all, but it most definitely wasn't wise. Not that it had stopped him before. After all, messing with a Malfoy wasn't wise either.
"If your friend is coming to get you, and you don't know when he's coming. Shouldn't you be packing?" asked Drake offhandedly.
This shook Harry out of his angry state, and he became agitated again. He was going to have go back. Harry ran quickly to the cupboard and grabbed all his things. He threw open his trunk and tossed in everything else that happened to be lying in there. Then, he raced upstairs to check to see if he had left anything behind. Fortunately, Vernon had been thorough and considerate enough to chuck everything having to do with Harry into the cupboard that first night.
Harry dragged the trunk out into the living room, under the curious stare of that strange, insufferable guy. To hell with him! Who cares if that moron saw what was happening? The Dursleys would explain him away as an insane criminal anyway.
Harry wasn't waiting for the Dursleys to come back and find him, though. He was going to get out of here, and leave before Ron and the others could come. Who cares if Voldemort was waiting outside the door to kill him? At least then he would be with Sirius.
"I'm leaving," Harry told the boy, "don't tell Vernon and Petunia that I've gone."
"Aren't your friends coming to get you?" inquired Drake.
"I'm not going with them," replied Harry shortly.
He turned around and headed for the door, dragging his trunk with him. As he reached for the doorknob, there was a loud CRACK! behind him. Fearing the worst, Harry turned around and to his dismay, standing there, were Fred, George, Mr. Weasely, Lupin, Tonks, and Mad-Eye.
Harry sank to the ground, too overcome with disappointment to stay up any longer. It was too late, they had come.
Moonlight-blossom: Finally! It took me so long to get that up. Sorry for the long wait guys, I hope it was worth it. I'll try and update soon. As always, review!