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Chapter 3
"What do you mean you talked to Sirius ? You saw him die with your own two eyes!" Ron was beginning to sound more than a little exasperated as they; Harry, Ron, and Hermonie, along with the rest of the Weasleys, made their way to the Dursly's in one of the Ministry's cars. Again Harry repeated the dream to Ron and Hermionie.
"Harry, just because you had a dream with Sirius in it doesn't mean he's alive, people always have dreams of people they miss." For the upteenth time Harry thought that Hermionie's in sufferable knowledge of the world would be the death of him.
"Then how-," Harry's question was cut off short on sight of the Dursly's house, now he would have to wait until the beginning of the school year to talk this over with them. Yes, they had decided to go back to Hogwarts until they found a lead on Riddle's hideout, it was the safest place to be. For now.
"Good bye, Harry! See you at school." Chorused Ron, Hermionie, and Ginny, while Mr. Weasley shook his hand wishing him good luck and Mrs. Weasley hugged him.
"Well, goodbye" answered Harry.
"We're going to stay here until they come out, alright Harry?"
"Okay," Harry dragged his trunk behind him up to the steps and rang the door bell.
The Door opened a fraction, and Harry was pulled into the house by the collar of his shirt. As he rubbed his neck, he noticed Aunt Petunia quickly lock the door and round on him.
"How dare you and that family of red-headed FREAKS show up here in BROAD DAYLIGHT!" Aunt Petunia shrieked, "Upstairs, NOW! Don't you dare to come out until this time tomorrow!"
Had Harry not grown up in the Dursly household, he may have argued with her. That, unfortunately was not the case. He had been raised in a house full of people who were determined to punish him, whether he had actually done something wrong or not.
He sighed and climbed the stairs to Dudley's second bedroom, dragging his luggage and Hedwig's cage behind him. A moment after he had closed the door behind him, he heard someone lock it. He sighed, yet again as he placed Hedwig on his bedside table.
In the silence of his room, Harry fell back to thinking about that dream. What if Sirius wasn't really dead…. After all, there was no body… It just didn't make sense.
He sat down on his bed and closed his eyes. It seemed to Harry that he would be facing a very dull summer…Little did he know what lay before him...
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