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Chapter 3
Over the past few days following his birthday, Harry continued to practice his portal. He learned how to make it go to where ever he wanted. He learned to control his hearing ability after he found out what it was. Harry learned all this by following a little voice in his head. However, whenever Harry asked who the little voice was, the said little voice always said that it was up to him to find out.
Harry sighed with exasperation. Staying at the Dursleys was getting boring. He had practiced all the wand movements until he had gotten all of them correct. He had finished his homework early in the summer holidays. He needed to get to Diagon Alley. He had thought of using the portal to get there but what if the Dursleys found out or Dumbledore?
Harry shook his head to clear his thoughts. 'I'll just have to take that risk,' he thought and collected his book bag. He focused his thoughts on Diagon Alley and made the slashing movement. After he had cleared his eyes from the brilliant white light, he stepped into the portal.
Diagon Alley wasn't as crowded as usual. Or rather, it was less crowded than usual. Most of the shoppers were adults coming for groceries or ingredients for their next potion. Harry headed for Gringotts, coming out of the dark alley he had landed in. Once he had gotten his money, he proceeded to buy only what he needed. Afterwards, his bag decidedly heavier, though Harry couldn't feel the difference, he made his way back to the alley to portal back 'home'.
When he arrived at his room, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he proceeded to pore over his new books.
The next day, Harry was told that they would be going to Aunt Marge's place this afternoon for three weeks. Then they will go from there to King Cross Station directly. Harry went upstairs to pack, only to find that he had a visitor.
"Why, hello Professor," Harry said cheerfully, "What are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you and to tell you that you are to come with me to go to Headquarters with me today," replied Remus Lupin.
"Oh, I think that I would rather stay here though," Harry replied. He wasn't quite ready to go back to Sirius' home. His former teacher nodded, understanding. "Well, I told them, but they wouldn't listen," Remus said shaking his head wearily, "Well, good bye Harry! Hope you will stay well!" And with that he was gone.
Harry shook his head as he packed up his things. Soon his room was bare, Hedwig in her cage and his books where they belonged. When he trudged down the stairs and out into the driveway, he heard many of the telltale cracks of Apparition, a few blocks down. His cousin, uncle and aunt were oblivious to the sound and continued to lug their luggage onto the driveway. When Harry turned to look, Death Eaters were coming by the hundreds.