Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Sorry this is kinda short. But please R&R!
"Where on earth have you been boy?" Uncle Vernon roared as Harry walked through the door.
"On a walk," Harry said brusquely. He didn't feel like dealing with Uncle Vernon's ranting tonight. "It's not like you really care anyway" he found himself thinking.
"At this ungodly hour!" Uncle Vernon spat, narrowing his eyes, his face turning the most unpleasant shade of violet.
"Duddykins was home a half an hour ago." Aunt Petunia put in. She patted Dudley's shoulder lovingly, though he was to busy watching the television to care.
"It's only nine thirty," Harry said defensively. His hands slowly clenched and released at his sides, his blood close to it's boiling point.
"You're up to something," Uncle Vernon stared at Harry suspiciously his eyes boring into him as if he was able to read Harry's thoughts. "I bet you were with YOU'RE people eh?" As he spoke Uncle Vernon's eyes sparkled and his expression changed to a smirk. He looked as though he had just discovered the secret to why Atlantis sank beneath the sea. "You were planning another attack on our poor Dudders weren't you?" Aunt Petunia's eyes grew large as she heard her husbands conclusion.
"Look we already went through this, that was dementors. It had nothing to do with me!" Harry's saw his Aunt Petunia's face turn sheet white as he mentioned the dementors.
"Now listen here boy! There will be no more talk about demenders or some such in this household. Now off to your room!" Uncle Vernon hollered his face now a raw purple.
Harry sulked off to his room, not feeling like continuing the argument. 'Funny how you can feel completely content one minute and angry and miserable the next.' Harry laughed in frustration. He lay on his bed and glanced at the letters on his desk. Most were from Lupin checking up on him. All of them contained little about anything which irked him. 'It's like a repeat of last year,' Harry flinched. Last year had not ended well and he hated to think that things were traveling in the same direction this year as well. He understood that his mail could be intercepted which was why no one wrote much to him but it was still annoying.
He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes, 'She hugged me,' he thought to himself.
Aaralyn sat back on her bed and sighed. 'Why did I do that? I'm never so forward.' She closed her troubled blue eyes and tried to find sleep, but it was not so easy to come by. Eventually she drifted into a troubled sleep, her mind worried by the consequences she were to face if she fell in love.
Aaralyn's eyes shot open and she sprang out of bed. She was shivering and drenched in a cold sweat. Her breaths were shallow and quick. She closed her eyes and tried to remember what had happened in her dreams but nothing came to here. With a start she realized her mother was singing outside
"Damn!" Aaralyn changed her clothes quickly and snuck out the back door careful not to let her mother see her. Sprinting, she made her way to the play park off Magnolia Crescent. Her mother's voice eerily filling the streets.
Harry lay staring at the ceiling watching the shadows of the playful morning sun cast on the walls of his small room. He glanced longingly at his Firebolt in the corner, wishing he could fly out of here. To rise above number 4 Privet Drive and the Dursleys. To escape.
He was pulled back to reality by a sound outside. Harry slowly stood up and made his way down the stairs. His mind was clouded, and his thoughts were unable to penetrate his consciousness. Somewhere in his mind Harry thought of the time Voldermort had placed the forbidden imperious curse on him. One voice overrode all his senses and controlled his bodies. If he were capable of free thought he would've noticed that Dudley and Uncle Vernon were heading out the door staring vacantly out at the street, and that Aunt Petunia was slumped over asleep on the couch with the morning news still blaring.
Aaralyn began to panic when Harry wasn't at the play park, she wasn't sure what to do. 'Should I look for him? What if I'm to late?' her thoughts overwhelmed her.
Then a new barrage of thoughts assaulted her stopping her dead in her tracks. 'Why am I doing this? If mother finds out I interfered she'll…' Aaralyn shook her head not wanting to finish her thoughts, but they kept coming. 'Why am I getting so involved in this anyway? Why do I care?'
Thunder rumbled threateningly above her casting aside her doubts. She could smell the moisture in the air and felt her body relax. She had to find Harry. Footsteps in the distance drew her attention. Countless men and boys alike were making their way down Magnolia Crescent completely unaware of their surroundings and the rain that was slowly starting to fall. Aaralyn searched the crowd frantically; trying desperately to find one face in particular…