Chapter 2
"Harry!" a very annoying voice yelled at the famous seventeen-year-old. "Come down stairs this instant! You need to look after the bacon!"
This was usually how Harry awoke each and every day of the summer break.
"Harry!"
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry mumbled as he got up from his messy bed. He turned his head and saw that his owl, Hedwig, was gone. She must be getting the mail. Harry thought. He headed down the stairs to endure another boring, miserable day.
"Harry!" his Aunt yelled again.
"I'm coming!" Harry replied angrily. When he entered the kitchen, Harry saw that everything was the same as usual; grumpy Uncle Vernon, moody Dudley, and frantic Aunt Petunia. Harry went to the stove to look after the bacon. When he got within two feet of it, the bacon spat at him, it may taste good but it has some cooking complications.
"Hurry up, boy! We're hungry!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed.
Shut the hell up! Harry thought to himself, but "Yes, Uncle Vernon," left his mouth.
After Harry and the Dursley's finished their breakfast, the Dursley's went out to go school shopping for Dudley; little did they know, Dudley usually didn't go to school. He hung out at a parking lot down the road from his school all day with his gang friends causing trouble. The Dursley's always received phone calls from Dudley's school, claiming that he was skipping classes and hanging out with gangs. Harry's aunt and uncle always ignored them and said that their little Duddykins would never do things of the sort.
Harry's only living relatives going school shopping popped a question into his mind: Should I go back to Hogwarts?
Harry had been sitting in his room for over three hours. He thought and thought about only one subject: Should I go back to Hogwarts? He hadn't come up to an answer yet; all that Harry could come up with was: Dumbledore was now deceased and Hogwarts just wouldn't be Hogwarts without him.
Hedwig flew into Harry's room through the window that Harry had always left open. She was only carrying the Daily Prophet.
"Hi, Hedwig," Harry said fondly to his snowy white owl. She dropped the mail on his lap and hooted at him. Harry picked up the Daily Prophet and read the first headline:
The Boy Who Lived, The Chosen One…. Scar Head….
There was a picture of Harry on his broomstick from the previous year; no doubt, it said Collin C. in small print below it. The whole article was about what had happened to Dumbledore the previous year, Harry and he might be planning to do, and Voldemort.
Harry heard the front door open. Noise filled the house.
"Now, Dudley, dear, try on your new clothes again and walk down the street a few times so the neighbors can see your lovely new outfits!" Aunt Petunia was saying.
"Son," Uncle Vernon was saying at the same time. "You should call Piers and see what he bought for the upcoming school year."
"I'm going to play my new Nintendo DS!" Dudley was saying, ignoring both of his parents. Apparently, Harry thought, Nintendo DS was on Dudley's back-to-school shopping list. Dudley ran up the stairs, two at a time.
It was then when it had occurred to Harry that he was now seventeen. Now able to leave the Dursley's forever….
Harry cooked dinner that evening. Before he did, he packed his trunk and got Hedwig ready to go. He had no idea where he was going to go, but he wanted to leave so badly.
Harry cooked a special meal. The reason for this was because he was going to leave that night, and never see his relatives again if he could help it. He was going to take the night bus. But where was he to go? The Burrow? The Leaky Cauldron? Hogwarts?
The Dursley's look confused when Harry set the table that night. He put some backed turkey, mashed potatoes, peas, and gravy on each of their plates. They just sat there in awe, staring at the wonderful meal that their nephew had cooked without being told.
"What's the occasion?" Dudley asked Harry, his mouth full of turkey and peas.
"Oh, nothing," Harry replied with a grin on his face at the thought of leaving the Dursley's forever; and he gave Dudley some more turkey.