Chapter two: Sanpe's visit
Harry sat in bed. Thinking about the dream he had just experienced. He remembered Voldomort and a hooded man. What was his name? Harry strained to remember but couldn't. He listened carefully to see if he could hear the Dursley's coming towards his room. He couldn't hear anything but Dudley's snores in the room beside him. Although that was noise enough. Harry flopped back down on his bed and tried to fall back to sleep. He couldn't. He kept trying but he was unable to fall back asleep. He looked at his clock. It was three in the morning on his birthday. Not that it really mattered that it was his birthday. He knew he wouldn't be getting any presents this year. While uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were worried that Harry might write to the order because of the Dursley's mistreating him, that didn't stop them from preventing all owl post that they could. Harry sighed. If he was going to stay up he thought he might as well get some work done. Harry was an extremely unusual boy. For one thing, he actually looked forward to school (well who wouldn't, living with the Dursley's), he had to do his homework in the dead of night and he was a wizard who attended Hogwarts, school of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry picked up his text book, a piece of parchment and quill and then began his care of magical creature's assignment. He thumbed through his textbook to answer the questions: describe the techniques used to repel Lethifolds, dementors, and horklumps. Harry found the page in his textbook on Lethifolds and began to write down notes. Slowly though, his eyelids began to lower and his head nodded forward and he soon fell asleep.
Harry was awoken rudely by being thrown back off his bed. He looked up and saw uncle Vernon shaking with fury. He was holding Harry's essays above his head. "IS THIS WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING UNDER OUR ROOF IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?" he roared, spraying Harry with spit. "IS THIS-" the doorbell rang. Uncle Vernon looked downstairs and then suspiciously at Harry as though it was his fault. "When I go down there-" "I will stay up here and pretend I'm not here" Harry said. This was genuinely routine for him. But he was glad that someone had interrupted uncle Vernon's 'interrogation'. He was not as glad when he heard the voice coming up from downstairs. The greasy voice reached his ears and his blood turned to ice. "Good day Mr. Dursley." Harry heard his uncle's expected retort. "I don't know who you are! But you-" BANG! The blast that Harry heard was quite loud. He heard his uncle stuttering at the man at the door. "Y-y-you're on-one of those-those-those weirdoes!" There was another BANG and Vernon subtly changed his tone though it was still filled with contempt. "I suppose your looking for him aren't you." "If him is Potter then I suppose the answer is yes" Uncle Vernon growled but he did mutter something that Harry didn't hear. "Very well." Then Harry heard someone coming up the stairs and entered the room. Harry's suspicions were correct. In front of him stood the potions master Snape. "Potter." I expect you, being your nosy little self were just listening through the floorboards weren't you. Don't lie Potter for remember I am accomplished in legilimens (sp?)." Harry nodded. "Yes" "Yes sir Potter as I have told you countless times I am your teacher and am to addressed as sir." "Yes sir" Harry said. Snape waved his wand and all of Harry's belongings flew into his trunk. Snape led Harry outside and looked around. "I assume you are at least aware how to use a Portkey Potter." Snape said. "Yes sir" Snape said nothing else. He noticed a pop can on the ground. Snape whipped out his wand said Portus and the can flashed blue."Grab hold of it Potter." Harry reached out and touched the Portkey. He felt the familiar jerk behind his navel and began to travel to the destination.