Chapter 2
Around seven pm Harry came back from his mooching. He had seen Dudley walking home and thought it was best to be in around the same time as him to avoid an argument with the Dursleys. For the second time that day Harry walked into his bedroom to find another unexpected sight before him.
Uncle Vernon was stood leaning out of his bedroom window clinging on to Hedwig who was desperately trying to fly away.
'What on Earth are you doing?' asked Harry incredulously.
Uncle Vernon, who had not noticed Harry until this point, quickly let go of the snowy owl and turned towards him.
'I…I was…don't ask questions!' and with that he stormed out of the room almost breaking Harry's nose as he slammed the door in his face. If Harry had been less bewildered he would have noticed the piece of paper scrunched up in his uncle's fat fist.
Hedwig flew back in and gave him a look that clearly said 'what was all that that about?'
and then went back to the safety of her cage.
Dinner was extremely quiet that night; Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia still weren't talking, Dudley didn't like to talk during meals anyway because it wasted his valuable eating time and Harry daren't bring up what had happened with uncle Vernon earlier that day.
Harry was woken up in the middle of the night again with another dream about Sirius's
Death. Downstairs he could hear the muffled voices of another argument between his aunt and uncle. He tried to ignore it for a while but the the memory of uncle Vernon clutching on to Hedwig kept popping into his mind. Maybe this was something to do with that? It was a long shot but the thought kept creeping into his head so he decided to go investigate.
He crept downstairs as silently as he could, avoiding the creaky bottom stair, and pressed his ear against the keyhole on the door.
'No Vernon! It's already bad enough with him in the house. I won't allow anymore freakishness!'
'But Petunia dear, it's dangerous. They're not just after wizards'.
'Aaaaaaaaaah! Don't you dare say that word in my house! I knew…I knew all along that eventually you wouldn't be able to resist it and you would join them!'
Harry grew more and more interested as he pressed his ear harder against the door but he didn't get to hear the rest because the door suddenly opened and he tumbled into the living room.
'BOY!' Uncle Vernon grabbed him by his shirt. 'What were you doing out there?'
'I…I was just coming for a glass of water and I tripped over.' He said uncertainly.
'Liar!' screamed aunt Petunia 'you were listening to us! How much did you hear?'
'Nothing, I swear.' And with that he darted upstairs.
Back in his room he leaned against his door, breathing hard. Uncle Vernon was in touch with wizards? How was that possible? Things were really getting strange around here.