Author's note:Hello people ok I know you all are really mad at me and really want to hurt me right now for not writing in such a long time but I have many reason for it. One of them being overly stressed with the things going on in my life, like school, but the other reasons will be in my bio if you need to know.

My bio is going to be a thing I will update a lot more frequently so you can all see what's going on with me, oh and I will be answering questions on there for people who e-mail me questions, or ask questions on the comment board. Ok back to the STORY!

Warnings: The language is just a bit aggressive. No over the top cussing that I have to bleep out of other word but enough to keep it at a PG-ish rating. Lol

Spoilers: No real spoilers except that there is a little remembering of what Moody had not said but promised in the last chapter of OoTP to the Dursleys.

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Chapter Five: A Good Morning

THUD! THUD! THUD!

That was as much of a "good morning Harry," as he was ever going to get from his loving family. The Dursleys were so very cheerful in the morning. Such a happy bunch.

" Five more minutes." A croaky voice cried as a scruffy haired slimed figure, muscularly defined, well-built, black haired, green eyed, sixteen year-old Harry Potter shifted so that he could take in more warmth from the covers. Wait! I only had sheet last night, his sleepy mind formulated his groggy thoughts, but dismissed them as he came to the conclusion that he might have absently pulled on the cover late last night. Yawning Harry comfortably set himself deeper into the comforts of the covers. More sleep.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

They'll all go away, just don't pay any attention to them and they'll leave you alone. That's a good idea just pay no attention to them.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

With a huff Harry pulled the covers up and over his head tightly trying to deafen the sound of the mindless pounding on his bedroom door. It's to early in the morning! No school! Need more sleep!

!!!!!!!!!THUD!!!!!!!!!

"Fine!" Harry kicked the covers up and pulled them off as he grabbed his glass. Harry Pushed off the bed he swayed slightly as the dizziness caught up with him, and everything was quickly covered with a mind whirling darkness and as quickly as it came it disappeared again. Shaking it away he walked, feet pounding on the floor. His temper was on a roll, and his wanting of sleep immense, and his annoyance coming in second but giving his temper a good run. The people hammering on his door were able to get many things that they wanted but they just couldn't give him the luxury of a full night's sleep. Yanking the door open he half asked and half yelled, "WHAT?"

Uncle Vernon had been standing at the door about ready to give the door another harsh thud. His eyes were as tight as pencil lead, eye brows knitted together forming one big eyebrow, mustache quivering with furry, and lips pursed so thin that they were barely seeable. There was an angry flush that spread from plump cheeks to the rest of his face. Harry was waiting for lightning to hit for at that moment his Uncle Vernon was just to negatively charged to go through the day.

"What?" Harry asked again gaining some composure.

Uncle Vernon was still quiet. The silence was becoming rather irritating but Harry finally noticed the clothes that his Uncle Vernon had on. The suit's color untainted by its first washing, the material shimmered telling Harry that it was more expensive than mere cotton, the shirt to crisp to have belong in Uncle Vernon's for very long, and the shoes polished to the extreme. "Nice suit." He complemented his overbearing Uncle. "Going out somewhere?"

"Why should I TELL YOU?" Uncle Vernon roared spit flying into Harry's face and raining onto Harry's already messy hair. He took a step back from the shower of saliva and wiped away the spit.

"Because you're the one came to my door banging like crazy and You are the one that woke me up, remember?" Harry knew that he was in for in now, but if they put a wrong finger on him, or threaten him in anyway he was ready, and he ha a few friends who wouldn't be to please to find out that he was in any inconvenience, having to endure such mistreatment. Uncle Vernon was still too angry to talk. "Well if you don't have anything else to say, I'm going to go back to bed." He was about ready to close the door when Uncle Vernon exploded.

Grabbing the door his wrenched it back and threw two letters at him. "The next time a bloody bird comes flying through my family room or kitchen to deliver some saft letters. I'll have your head! And puts some bloody clothes on."

Harry was to busy examining the letters that had been handed to him to hear what came from his Uncle's thin lipped mouth. "Right." Was all he said.

"Don't 'right' me!" Uncle Vernon was very close to his boiling point at that moment and wasn't about ready to take blows of sarcasm from a puny sixteen year-old boy "You best watch that mouth of yours boy."

"Alright." Said Harry. "Fine."

Harry took notice to the seals, and realized that it wasn't from anyone he knew. He also noticed that there wasn't a return address or his precise location, it just said Mr. Harry James Potter. One letter was marked by the a red seal of a dragon with the wings of a phoenix, and on its middle there was a "P" made of three feathers acting like the heart of the dragon, and the "P" was surrounded by a sprouting flame. The other was marked by a navy blue seal with a slanted "S" and a slash ran through it.

"Is that all your going to say?" Uncle Vernon asked appalled by Harry's lack of enthusiastic remarks.

Looking up, Harry remembered that he was still talking to a very tight faced Uncle Vernon. "No, I'm …uh…sorry. Um do…I need to know anything else?" Harry's head was full of jumbled thought, all not pertaining to his loss conversation. Who could these letters be from? What he in trouble? In he was how much trouble? What will he do if he is in trouble? What did he do in the first place?

"Yes, I already told you to put on a Bloody shirt. Now go do it! Don't you know it's bloody damn Rude to be standing here half naked?" more spit flew into Harry's face.

Wiping the globs of saliva off his face, neck, and bare shoulders he said, "Yeah, about that see I was still in bed when you hammered on my bed room door like there was some crisis out here that I needed to be getting to so I was a bit rushed and didn't have enough time to get a shirt on." The words just poured out of his mouth with Harry only half thinking of whe he was saying.

"Well!" Uncle Vernon was still furious. "Get dressed boy? NOW!"

"Right." Turning he closed his door behind him, and walked to his bed. The door had slammed shut on a roughed up Vernon. His infuriated mumbling could be heard as he stomped his way down the hallway.

Sitting on the edge of his unmade bed his eyes never left the letters. Hedwig flew from her cage and settled on top of Harry's sloppy haired head, peering down she caught sight of the seals. Her amber eyes went wide and she stiffened as she saw one but she relaxed as her eyes fell on the next.

Harry greeted Hedwig with a faint hello, and a small rub on her head, as he was still completely mesmerized by the two letters. "What do you think Hedwig? Do you think I'm in trouble? Or am I just getting a little paranoid. Still I've never seen these seals before."

Taking the one with the "S" seal he started to open it when Hedwig flew down and started to nip at his fingers. "Oww! Hedwig stop!" But the snow-white bird wouldn't until Harry let go of the letter. As Harry let go of the letter, Hedwig pushed his hands towards the other letter, with the "P" seal. "Alright Hedwig, I'm taking it."

The owl hooted wishing that Harry could hear what she really said.

I only hurt you to protect you Harry. I would be hounded by Angel if I don't keep you safe and out of harms way. No open that letter and see why I had to nip at you.

Harry petted Hedwig's head before taking a breath and opening the sealed envelope.

The Word saft means stupid in British Slang. Ok now everyone please review.