Ok!!!I am back! Second is here. Yay! So happy I am. Read now. This chapter is longer. Ok.

- Illusion the earth faerie

Chapter 2:

notes

Harry popped some slices of bread in the toaster and started to fry some eggs, soon a delicious aroma covered the kitchen like a curtain. When he was done, Harry put the toast and eggs on two plates. He sat down and was still thinking about Sirius. Sirius was-had been- Harry's godfather. He had been on the run from the ministry because no one believed Hermione and Harry that Sirius wasn't guilty and that dratted Peter Petrigrew was alive.

Last school year at Hogwarts had been a nightmare and Harry felt it was half Mr. Fudge's fault and Voldemort's. Fudge was the minister and he had been ignorant of the fact that Voldemort was coming to power, but finally had been proven wrong when the minister and seen him himself.

Harry quietly muttered. "Lupin must be feeling tem times worse."

"Who's Loopy?" Came a groggy voice. It was Harry's cousin, Dudley. Dudley had been a fat boy when he was younger, but he had turned that fat into muscles, much to Harry's grief. He had brawn but no brains. Dudley had thick blonde hair that was usually picture-perfect, but now sleep-tousled.

Now the black-haired teenager dodged his massive cousin's query and quickly told him. "You're supposed to wake-up in half an hour, and right now its 7:30." If Dudley hadn't been sleepy and tired he would have sneered at him but instead replied. "'Kay. That's good." And his massive figure lumbered out of the kitchen.

Harry didn't see the point of staying up so he returned to his room with some extra toast. After he devoured a slice he put some in Hedwig's (Harry's snowy owl) cage and the sleepy owl hooted her thanks. She broke the bread into many pieces with her beak and swallowed, until the last crumb disappeared.

Harry climbed into bed; too many thoughts were overwhelming him. He knew that writing notes would be very Hermione-like, but he was desperate. He took out a sheet of parchment, ink, and a quill out of his trunk.

People I'm mad at

Umbridge-for being a toad, taking points off, being headmistress, and cutting my hand open

Fudge- for being the minister, forcing the toad on us, and being a fool not believing Voldemort is alive

Me- for leading my friends into danger on false pretenses, being an idiot, and leading Sirius to his death

Voldemort- reasons too many and obvious

Harry studied the list and nodded to himself. It looked alright.He stored his items back, including the list. Harry's gaze traveled around the room. He saw books lying around the room. Robes flung on the floor, muggle clothes were heaped in groups. The only thing that was clean was Hedwig's cage and herself.

Harry felt his eye-lids go heavy and soon they slid over his emerald eyes.

A little later he woke up. Harry checked the time quickly. It read 7:59. He let out a breath of relief and tidied up a bit, un-rumpling his clothes and hair quickly.

"WAKE UP BOY!" Uncle Vernon rapped the door hard. Harry jumped in surprise since it had been very quiet before the rapping. He sighed and answered dully, "I'm awake." Harry opened the door and was met by the unpleasant sight of his uncle. His moustache was glaring as well as his tiny, beady eyes.

"Dudley and I are-" Uncle Vernon began, but was cut off by Harry.

"Yeah, I know, going to get a Telly." Harry finished.

"Don't interrupt me." Uncle answered coldly in a dangerously low voice. Harry simply shrugged, if he had been younger he would have replied with a 'yes, sir', but being older he felt more rebellious. "Don't shrug your un-grateful shoulders at me, boy! And let me continue." Harry didn't respond except stare at him with fixed forest-green eyes. It seemed to unnerve his Uncle a bit so Uncle Vernon continued. "Don't give go giving trouble to Petunia now. Or else I'll wring your dirty neck! Or even better, Dudley will wring your neck." Uncle Vernon had now a nasty smile on his face as he threatened his un-wanted nephew. Harry winced, Dudley could really kick butt and he also was a champion at school at boxing, plus Dudley wouldn't just not mind wringing Harry's neck, but he'd love it.

Harry nodded and Uncle Vernon's un-appealing face disappeared with Dudley at his side.

"Boy, this is going to be a looonnnngggg summer." Harry muttered unhappily as he watched Uncle Vernon and Dudley speed away in the gleaming family car.

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Illusen, the earth faerie