Chapter 2
Drenched in cold sweat, Harry Potter was gasping for air as he sat straight up in his bed, his green eyes wide with fear. He was shivering from head to foot, even though it was a very warm night.
Even though it happened a month ago, the dream was so vivid, that he thought that he was going through it once again; his whole body ached as though the creature has its coils around him once again squeezing his so tight.
Then without warning his scar seared with pain, blinding him for a moment, and making him cry out.
"AAARRRGG " Harry yelled slapping his hand against his head almost knocking him out.
Blinking, his vision slowly started to come back, and the pain slowly ebbing away, reaching over to the nightstand he flocked on the lamp flooding the room with a faint glow, he grabbed his glasses, put them on, got up started to pace the floor.
"Why in the bloody hell did that happen?" Harry said rubbing his scar furiously.
Harry went back to his bed and sat down with his head in his hands, thinking of whom to tell about this, he thought of Hermione, but after last year at the Ministry of Magic when Death Eaters (Voldemort's Supports) had knocked her unconscious, she wouldn't be very happy about this. Ron Weasley also came to mind but Harry didn't think he would appreciate this news either after all the incident at the Ministry last year to when his mid went all funny when the tank full of brains attacked him when they went to save Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather which turned out to be another one of Voldemort's mind tricks. No he'd freak. How about Sirius, but he remembered with a pang of sorrow that Bellatrix Lestrang murdered him, when he had come to Harry's rescue, when Harry thought that Voldemort was torturing him, when in real life he was just fine and that Harry just had a vision of him being tortured, it wasn't real.
Dumbledore also came to his mind but he would be busy to worry about him when he had to think a way to get rid of him. So he thought of keeping the dream and his scar hurting him to himself, yes that was best.
Harry looked at the clock, it was half past seven and it was just beginning to get light at number four Privet Drive, Surry London. Where he lived with hid aunt, uncle, and cousin. Life there was far from fun.
"I need to get dressed and get down to breakfast " Harry sighed.
Walking over to his wardrobe he opened the door and looked into the mirror, and staring back at him was a boy about sixteen, brilliant green eyes framed by round wire rimmed glasses, very untidy black hair, he grew a little over the summer no thanks to Aunt Petunia's diet, everyone told him that he looked remarkably like his father James Potter, but he had his mother's eyes, and last but not least the one thing that he liked most about himself was a thin lightening shaped scar in the middle of his forehead, he had gotten this when Lord Voldemort came to his house on Halloween, James Potter had told his mother to take Harry and run while he held them off, but that didn't last very long, Voldemort soon advance on Lily Potter, she begged him to spare Harry:
"Please, no don't kill him please have mercy" Lily sobbed
"Stand aside girl stand aside, " said Voldemort carelessly
"Please kill me instead. " Lily pleaded
But her pleas fell upon deaf ears and were only answered by a flash of green light followed by the sound of speeding death. Then Voldemort turned to cast the spell Avada Kedavra (the Killing Curse) but it didn't work it back fired and painfully ripped Voldemort of his powers, where then he fled in to the night.
He knew these details, because of the Dementors in his third year, whenever they get near him he hears his mother pleading voice pounding in his ears.
Hedwig flew in and landed on his shoulder waking him from his reverie.
"Hi Hedwig, you scared me a little " said Harry then noticing a thick envelope tied to her leg, "What do you got there, "
Walking with his arm out like a perch, he sat her on the cage then untied the envelope and put it on the nightstand.
"Sorry Hedwig but I have to lock you up now, " Harry told her.
He watched her climb by herself into the cage he closed the door and put a paddle lock on it. Then he walked over to the bed and picked up the envelope turned it over and noticed that it had the Hogwarts crest on it. Harry opened it package eagerly, because it had his O.W.Ls results inside. Pulling out the paper he looked at the top paper:
Dear Mr. Potter
Congratulations on entering your sixth year at Hogwarts Scholl of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You'll find enclosed your Ordinary Wizarding Level tests results and your school list. See you on September 1st.
Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
He quickly ruffled through the papers, and found his results. Looking at them eagerly he threw the other two papers aside.
Potions: Outstanding Defense Against the Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations Charms: Outstanding Divination: Acceptable Astronomy: Outstanding Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations Herbology: Outstanding Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Harry was smiling to himself; he personally thought that he had done exceptionally well now he could train as an Auror when he got out of school. Setting the paper down in the side table he continued to get dressed.
Just as he was going to go downstairs, something came through the open window, and hit Harry with such force in the back of the head it almost knocked him to the ground.
"What the hell was that, " Harry said looking around wildly to see what it was.
He found his answer buzzing around the ceiling twittering loudly and excitedly. It was Pig, Ron's minute owl; snatching the tiny owl out of the air he took the letter from his leg, unrolling it Harry read:
Harry, Something awful has come up and it concerns you and all of us. So pack your things and meet us at the corner and tell the muggles first, Hermione's going to be here the same day you are so tomorrow. See you then
Ron
"What?" Harry whispered, confused, why would Ron say that and to tell the muggles. This didn't sound like Ron even though it was his handwriting. Going over to his desk he took out a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and wrote:
Ron,
Why did you say that I'm mean, I understand and all but why tell the muggles and did you really say all that you know come for the summer and to meet you at the corner.
Harry
Harry entered the kitchen, his aunt, uncle, and cousin were already at the dinning table, he sat down at looked at them hardly believing that they were is only relatives, Harry's Aunt Petunia was tall skinny, horse faced and bony, too much neck, but very useful to spy on neighbors, his Uncle Vernon was big with hardly any neck, big mustache always very business like except when yelling at Harry, Dudley on the other hand weighted a tremendous amount even through he lost some but not much still on the boxing team at Smelting, thick blonde hair and watery blue eyes.
Breakfast went by uneventfully, but as soon as they were finished. Aunt Petunia sent him to work, to pun the flowerbeds, wash the car, mow and water the lawn, then on top of all of that clean the entire house.
"It's going to be a long day " Harry sighed getting up to start the daily chores.
Midway through mowing the lawn something caught his attention, closer observation, he saw, Pig fly into his bedroom. Quickly finishing up he put the mower away, thankfully that was his last shore so he went inside and scrambled up the stairs.
Waiting in his room was the reply form Ron. It took Harry about fifteen minutes to catch the tiny owl, jumping all over the furniture, finally managing it, he untied the string and unrolled the startling reply.
Harry,
No I didn't send you any letter of the sort, no nothings come up not that I know of. Anyway why would I tell you to tell the muggles, but one thing was true though we were going to have you and Hermione come and stay, I've already talked to mum about it and she's very enthusiastic about the idea. Like you said in your letter your street corner look for a yellow fab or is it cab at one o'clock, don't tell the muggles, Dumbledore says it okay.
Ron
Now thouroly confused but happy at the idea, of leaving here, Harry was thinking of some idea to get out of here without his aunt and uncle knowing that would we hard, he decided that he would have to pull his trunk out of there tonight and hide it somewhere then use his invisibility cloak to sneak out of the house in the day light.
Now for the second time he caught Pig to send his answer back.
Ron,
Its perfect, but I'll be under my invisibility cloak so I'll pop out anywhere, see you then.
Harry
Packing Pig to the window Harry threw him out the window again. Then turned to pack so he'll be ready for tonight, looking all over for books, quills, parchment, anything for Hogwarts, finally locating everything. He pulled out his cloak and made sure that it covered him and the trunk and it did.
"Yes, it's going to work " Harry said happily.
During diner that night Harry was nervous that he might slip and give away what he was going to do tonight.
"So have you got any new orders yet dear " Aunt Petunia asked Uncle Vernon.
"Not yet Petunia " Uncle Vernon replied "Not since the Masons."
All three of them looked at Harry who starred back at them determined not to loose his temper like so many other times he had done.
"Not again " Harry said under his breath
"What was that, boy?" Uncle Vernon said seethingly
"Nothing, nothing " said Harry "But it wasn't my fault "
"Too right it was, who else could have done that, the tooth fairy, " Uncle Vernon said laughing at his own joke.
"Whatever " Harry said getting up and going to his room.
It was forever before his aunt and uncle went to bed, then a long time for that before he heard them snoring. Harry waited at least another hour after that before her dared put his plan into affect.
Taking the sheet off his bed he put the trunk on it then the invisibility cloak over him and the trunk and started to pull it down the thankfully carpeted stairs, it made a slight thud on each stair.
It was very slow and tedious job but he finally managed to get out of the house unnoticed and without waking them up. Pulling it the rest of the way to the corner. Stuffing it in some bushes he covered it up with some branches plus the invisibility cloak.
Standing back to see if her could see if he could see it or not, he couldn't. Turning around he began to walk back home, when someone talked to him.
"Going somewhere Harry, " said the voice, it sounded like and old women's voice.
Drenched in cold sweat, Harry Potter was gasping for air as he sat straight up in his bed, his green eyes wide with fear. He was shivering from head to foot, even though it was a very warm night.
Even though it happened a month ago, the dream was so vivid, that he thought that he was going through it once again; his whole body ached as though the creature has its coils around him once again squeezing his so tight.
Then without warning his scar seared with pain, blinding him for a moment, and making him cry out.
"AAARRRGG " Harry yelled slapping his hand against his head almost knocking him out.
Blinking, his vision slowly started to come back, and the pain slowly ebbing away, reaching over to the nightstand he flocked on the lamp flooding the room with a faint glow, he grabbed his glasses, put them on, got up started to pace the floor.
"Why in the bloody hell did that happen?" Harry said rubbing his scar furiously.
Harry went back to his bed and sat down with his head in his hands, thinking of whom to tell about this, he thought of Hermione, but after last year at the Ministry of Magic when Death Eaters (Voldemort's Supports) had knocked her unconscious, she wouldn't be very happy about this. Ron Weasley also came to mind but Harry didn't think he would appreciate this news either after all the incident at the Ministry last year to when his mid went all funny when the tank full of brains attacked him when they went to save Sirius Black, Harry's Godfather which turned out to be another one of Voldemort's mind tricks. No he'd freak. How about Sirius, but he remembered with a pang of sorrow that Bellatrix Lestrang murdered him, when he had come to Harry's rescue, when Harry thought that Voldemort was torturing him, when in real life he was just fine and that Harry just had a vision of him being tortured, it wasn't real.
Dumbledore also came to his mind but he would be busy to worry about him when he had to think a way to get rid of him. So he thought of keeping the dream and his scar hurting him to himself, yes that was best.
Harry looked at the clock, it was half past seven and it was just beginning to get light at number four Privet Drive, Surry London. Where he lived with hid aunt, uncle, and cousin. Life there was far from fun.
"I need to get dressed and get down to breakfast " Harry sighed.
Walking over to his wardrobe he opened the door and looked into the mirror, and staring back at him was a boy about sixteen, brilliant green eyes framed by round wire rimmed glasses, very untidy black hair, he grew a little over the summer no thanks to Aunt Petunia's diet, everyone told him that he looked remarkably like his father James Potter, but he had his mother's eyes, and last but not least the one thing that he liked most about himself was a thin lightening shaped scar in the middle of his forehead, he had gotten this when Lord Voldemort came to his house on Halloween, James Potter had told his mother to take Harry and run while he held them off, but that didn't last very long, Voldemort soon advance on Lily Potter, she begged him to spare Harry:
"Please, no don't kill him please have mercy" Lily sobbed
"Stand aside girl stand aside, " said Voldemort carelessly
"Please kill me instead. " Lily pleaded
But her pleas fell upon deaf ears and were only answered by a flash of green light followed by the sound of speeding death. Then Voldemort turned to cast the spell Avada Kedavra (the Killing Curse) but it didn't work it back fired and painfully ripped Voldemort of his powers, where then he fled in to the night.
He knew these details, because of the Dementors in his third year, whenever they get near him he hears his mother pleading voice pounding in his ears.
Hedwig flew in and landed on his shoulder waking him from his reverie.
"Hi Hedwig, you scared me a little " said Harry then noticing a thick envelope tied to her leg, "What do you got there, "
Walking with his arm out like a perch, he sat her on the cage then untied the envelope and put it on the nightstand.
"Sorry Hedwig but I have to lock you up now, " Harry told her.
He watched her climb by herself into the cage he closed the door and put a paddle lock on it. Then he walked over to the bed and picked up the envelope turned it over and noticed that it had the Hogwarts crest on it. Harry opened it package eagerly, because it had his O.W.Ls results inside. Pulling out the paper he looked at the top paper:
Dear Mr. Potter
Congratulations on entering your sixth year at Hogwarts Scholl of Witchcraft and Wizardry. You'll find enclosed your Ordinary Wizarding Level tests results and your school list. See you on September 1st.
Yours Sincerely, Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress
He quickly ruffled through the papers, and found his results. Looking at them eagerly he threw the other two papers aside.
Potions: Outstanding Defense Against the Dark Arts: Exceeds Expectations Charms: Outstanding Divination: Acceptable Astronomy: Outstanding Transfiguration: Exceeds Expectations Herbology: Outstanding Care of Magical Creatures: Outstanding
Harry was smiling to himself; he personally thought that he had done exceptionally well now he could train as an Auror when he got out of school. Setting the paper down in the side table he continued to get dressed.
Just as he was going to go downstairs, something came through the open window, and hit Harry with such force in the back of the head it almost knocked him to the ground.
"What the hell was that, " Harry said looking around wildly to see what it was.
He found his answer buzzing around the ceiling twittering loudly and excitedly. It was Pig, Ron's minute owl; snatching the tiny owl out of the air he took the letter from his leg, unrolling it Harry read:
Harry, Something awful has come up and it concerns you and all of us. So pack your things and meet us at the corner and tell the muggles first, Hermione's going to be here the same day you are so tomorrow. See you then
Ron
"What?" Harry whispered, confused, why would Ron say that and to tell the muggles. This didn't sound like Ron even though it was his handwriting. Going over to his desk he took out a piece of parchment and a bottle of ink and wrote:
Ron,
Why did you say that I'm mean, I understand and all but why tell the muggles and did you really say all that you know come for the summer and to meet you at the corner.
Harry
Harry entered the kitchen, his aunt, uncle, and cousin were already at the dinning table, he sat down at looked at them hardly believing that they were is only relatives, Harry's Aunt Petunia was tall skinny, horse faced and bony, too much neck, but very useful to spy on neighbors, his Uncle Vernon was big with hardly any neck, big mustache always very business like except when yelling at Harry, Dudley on the other hand weighted a tremendous amount even through he lost some but not much still on the boxing team at Smelting, thick blonde hair and watery blue eyes.
Breakfast went by uneventfully, but as soon as they were finished. Aunt Petunia sent him to work, to pun the flowerbeds, wash the car, mow and water the lawn, then on top of all of that clean the entire house.
"It's going to be a long day " Harry sighed getting up to start the daily chores.
Midway through mowing the lawn something caught his attention, closer observation, he saw, Pig fly into his bedroom. Quickly finishing up he put the mower away, thankfully that was his last shore so he went inside and scrambled up the stairs.
Waiting in his room was the reply form Ron. It took Harry about fifteen minutes to catch the tiny owl, jumping all over the furniture, finally managing it, he untied the string and unrolled the startling reply.
Harry,
No I didn't send you any letter of the sort, no nothings come up not that I know of. Anyway why would I tell you to tell the muggles, but one thing was true though we were going to have you and Hermione come and stay, I've already talked to mum about it and she's very enthusiastic about the idea. Like you said in your letter your street corner look for a yellow fab or is it cab at one o'clock, don't tell the muggles, Dumbledore says it okay.
Ron
Now thouroly confused but happy at the idea, of leaving here, Harry was thinking of some idea to get out of here without his aunt and uncle knowing that would we hard, he decided that he would have to pull his trunk out of there tonight and hide it somewhere then use his invisibility cloak to sneak out of the house in the day light.
Now for the second time he caught Pig to send his answer back.
Ron,
Its perfect, but I'll be under my invisibility cloak so I'll pop out anywhere, see you then.
Harry
Packing Pig to the window Harry threw him out the window again. Then turned to pack so he'll be ready for tonight, looking all over for books, quills, parchment, anything for Hogwarts, finally locating everything. He pulled out his cloak and made sure that it covered him and the trunk and it did.
"Yes, it's going to work " Harry said happily.
During diner that night Harry was nervous that he might slip and give away what he was going to do tonight.
"So have you got any new orders yet dear " Aunt Petunia asked Uncle Vernon.
"Not yet Petunia " Uncle Vernon replied "Not since the Masons."
All three of them looked at Harry who starred back at them determined not to loose his temper like so many other times he had done.
"Not again " Harry said under his breath
"What was that, boy?" Uncle Vernon said seethingly
"Nothing, nothing " said Harry "But it wasn't my fault "
"Too right it was, who else could have done that, the tooth fairy, " Uncle Vernon said laughing at his own joke.
"Whatever " Harry said getting up and going to his room.
It was forever before his aunt and uncle went to bed, then a long time for that before he heard them snoring. Harry waited at least another hour after that before her dared put his plan into affect.
Taking the sheet off his bed he put the trunk on it then the invisibility cloak over him and the trunk and started to pull it down the thankfully carpeted stairs, it made a slight thud on each stair.
It was very slow and tedious job but he finally managed to get out of the house unnoticed and without waking them up. Pulling it the rest of the way to the corner. Stuffing it in some bushes he covered it up with some branches plus the invisibility cloak.
Standing back to see if her could see if he could see it or not, he couldn't. Turning around he began to walk back home, when someone talked to him.
"Going somewhere Harry, " said the voice, it sounded like and old women's voice.