Chapter 2
Mrs Primm was taking a stroll. Then several fairly odd things happened. The first of these, Mrs Primm had looked up to the sky to see what kind of day it would be, and straight above her head flew a great big snowy owl. This was an alarming sight, but the animal appeared to have some sort of letter clipped to it's talon. Assuming she was seeing things, Mrs Primm continued her stroll. When all thoughts of the owl were forgotten, Mrs Primm saw another of the creatures. A tawny one this time, then it seemed to enter a house, the house of the Dursley's. Mrs Primm stared at the window dumb-founded. Surely she was seeing things, maybe this was a dream. Then from the very window that the owl had gone into something came out. It seemed to be a rolled up newspaper that landed near Mrs Primm's left foot. Curiously she picked it up and examined it. The first thing that she noticed nearly startled her to death. For there was a picture of an oldish man, smiling, and waving. She stared at his moving hand, I'm dreaming, she told herself over and over again. Yet the man was still there, and Mrs Primm had not woken up. As she broke into her senses, Mrs Primm considered what she could do. After a while, she marched up to number 4 Privet Drive and knocked confidently on the oak door.
"Hello." Petunia poked her head around the door. "Oh, Mrs Primm come in."
"Thank you Mrs Dursley." Mrs Primm replied politely stepping in to the house. Mrs Dursley led Mrs Primm into the sitting room.
"Would you like a cup of tea or coffee?" She asked pleasantly.
"No, thank you. I won't be staying long." Mrs Primm held the newspaper out to her. "This came from your side window, forgive me for being nosy, but what is it?" Mrs Dursley unrolled the paper and stared at it for a second.
"HARRY!" She called finally. The black haired boy came stumbling down the stairs, to meet the newspaper that had annoyed him so much being waved under his nose. He gulped. A woman of about fifty years old was sitting not far off; Harry recognised her vaguely, but could not think of her name.
"Is this yours?" Aunt Petunia asked him as she glared into his dark eyes.
"Why yes, it's my er… I.T project." He grinned. Aunt Petunia put on a large fake smile.
"Technology these days." She shook her head; "These boys can do anything." Mrs Primm still did not seem satisfied.
"Why did you throw it out of the window?" She asked. Harry shrugged.
"I couldn't get the programming right for the second page. I'll figure it out though." He snatched up the newspaper and bolted for his room. Downstairs he could still hear Mrs Primm questioning his aunt. When he reached his bedroom he saw a small owl called Pidegeon waiting for him.
"Why hello, Pig. What do you have for me?" He unclipped a small piece of paper and read it aloud.
"We'll drive round and collect you the muggle way, Ron." Harry did not need to reply, as just then there was the sound of a car horn outside and Harry took his already packed trunk, and Hedwig and was down the stairs in seconds.
Parked outside was a normal looking car, it could have been anything. It was neither flashy nor run down. In the front seat, sat a grinning George and in the passenger seat was a worried looking Ron.
"Where are you going?" Harry's uncle Vernon demanded from the door.
"Away." Harry replied shortly jumping into the back. And George Weasley soon accelerated them out of sight.
"What happened that was so urgent in the Burrow?" Harry asked worriedly.
"Can't say here." Ron replied looking suspiciously around. "Might be overheard."
"Will we be there soon?"
"About twenty minutes." They drove on in silence. Harry was racking his brains for anything that could have happened.
"Was anyone hurt?" He asked eventually.
"Just shut up ok?" Ron shouted at him, and Harry could tell that he had been crying.
"Calm down Ron, they'll be ok." George turned a sharp bend. About twenty minutes later, although it was the height of summer, Harry felt cold looking at the Burrow, it was so different. George led him in. Harry's legs felt weak and his eyes swam as the place that he had once thought of as the best one on earth met his eyes. And the people in it made him gasp and feel sick. The house was full of Death-Eaters.