Harry Potter

And the curse of the diamond harp

Harry stared gloomily out of the window of the Dursley's house. He read and re-read the letter from Ron.

Dear Harry

We hope that you can get here soon, there has been a rather large incident in this place. (I cannot tell you what it is in case this is intercepted.)

Regards, Ron.

Harry laughed quietly at his friend's use of language that was no way what he would say. It was most likely that Mrs Weasley had written the letter then persuaded her son to put his name to it. But still, Harry could not stop wondering what the incident described could be. It was impossible that Ron or his mother would bring Harry to the Burrow for nothing. As it happens, Harry was not in his usual state of loathing his current position. Dudley, the Dursley's son was away 'camping' and Harry's aunt and uncle barely noticed Harry's existence.

Harry had not yet been able to take his apparition tests, so he could not apparate to the Burrow, after his last ride, Harry did not want to take the Knight bus, and there were not many other ways of moving around. Harry looked down at his quill, brimming with ink. On the piece of parchment in front of him he had scratched the words

Ron,

I can't get to the Burrow, any ideas?

Harry.

He rolled up the parchment and made a clicking noise, this brought to him a fairly large snowy owl.

"Hello Hedwig." He said cheerily. "I need you to take this to the Burrow for me." At that, he clipped the parchment to the owl's talons, and released the bird out of the open window. Hedwig was soon out of sight, and with a small sigh, Harry lay back on his bed.

It had been almost four weeks since it had happened, and Harry was still mourning. A normal boy his age would not care, or at least not as much as Harry did. But Harry was not a normal boy, Harry was a wizard. And almost four weeks ago, he had seen another wizard struck dead. In Harry's and many other's opinions, it was the most powerful wizard in the world. He was Harry's headmaster, Dumbledore. Many people Harry's age had vowed to kill various teachers, but not one of those people was half as serious as Harry was. Harry had never liked the teacher, nor had the teacher ever liked Harry. For reasons beyond Harry's control the teacher did his best to humiliate and punish Harry at every available time. But what he had done was unforgivable. Harry's teacher, Professor Snape, had killed Dumbledore. Also on Harry's I want to kill list, was the Dark Wizard Voldermort, he had murdered Harry's parents, and there was Bellatrix Lestrange murderer of Harry's godfather Sirius Black. Amongst killing these Dark witches and Wizards, Harry was working hard for his N.E.W.T.S and attempting to discover the remaining Horcruxes of Lord Voldermort.

"Harry." Harry turned to see his aunt Petunia standing in his doorway. "Dearest Dudley returns home tomorrow, and I want you to bake him a special cake." Harry held back his sigh.

"Yes aunt Petunia." He agreed quietly. Once she had disappeared Harry mouthed the words Get me out of here.

A small Tawny owl had landed on Harry's windowsill. It had a large newspaper strapped around it's left talon. Harry unclipped it, and read the writing at the top of the first page. The Daily Prophet it said. Underneath that was the headline: Hogwarts headmaster suspected death-eater. Harry swore loudly, and in his rage, he chucked the newspaper as far as he could out of the window. This was something Harry would hugely regret.