Harry Potter and the Cave of Revelation
By Aeowin
Chapter 2 The Surprise part 1 ……………………………………………………………………………………………...
Harry's stomach gave a loud grumble, startling him out of reverie. He glanced at his watch, and saw with some surprise that is was nearly time for supper. He would have just enough time for a shower before it was time to prepare the evening meal. Then it would be time for the surprise the Dursley's had planned for him.
Throughout the meal, Uncle Vernon urged everyone to, "hurry up, so we can get on with Harry's surprise."
It was this unexpected use of his first name that caused Harry's current feeling of unease. Never, in all of his life had his uncle ever referred to him as 'Harry'.
Just what sort of vile humiliation does he have in mind? Harry had wondered. But he hadn't become truly scared until his aunt had stopped him from cleaning up after the meal.
"I'll take care of this, you just go up and put on your best suit," his aunt said, almost sweetly.
Harry snorted; his aunt and uncle had never bought him any suit, so he certainly did not have a 'best' one. However, as he entered his room, he found his dress robes laid neatly upon his bed.
Could this be what Aunt Petunia had meant by his best suit, Harry wondered? It seemed that it must have been, for whom else could have left these robes here? But given his aunt and uncle hatred of anything that reminded them of his being a wizard, it did not make sense. Why would they want him to wear his dress robes?
Harry dressed quickly, then, unable to force himself downstairs, he sat on his bed and waited. Surely, when they were ready for him, someone would call for him.
As he waited, he stared aimlessly around his room. As his glance fell upon Hedwig's cage, Harry bolted upright. He knew that Hedwig had been sleeping on her perch just before he had showered. He recalled quite clearly the sadness he had felt when he had seen her, for that meant that yet another letter full of lies of how well the Dursley's had been treating him, had been delivered.
Yet now, his beautiful, snowy owl was nowhere to be found. She couldn't have gone off to hunt, for his window was tightly closed, as was Hedwig's cage. Where could she…?
Before Harry could pursue his worries of his missing owl, his bedroom door burst open. Dudley stood facing him with ill conceived eagerness.
"It's time for your big night," Dudley sneered.
Harry took a steadying breath before following his incredibly fat cousin down the stairs. As they reached the living room, Harry looked around questioningly.
"No, Potter," Dudley laughed, "outside, in the back garden."
His cousin shoved him ruthlessly through the kitchen, before forcefully smashing Harry's face into the back door. Dudley led him outside, towards a sturdy chair, located at the edge of an area in the back garden, which was noticeably clear of any foliage. At the center of the clearing was a blazing tower made up of the same fire wood that had temporarily cost Harry the use of his hands.
Dudley rudely forced Harry to sit, as Uncle Vernon strode purposefully towards him and began, what was an unmistakably rehearsed speech.
"For many years, Petunia and I have worked tirelessly in our efforts to shape you into what we had hoped would be a normal, respectable boy. Our attempts have been in vain as you proven your overwhelming desire to fully embrace your abnormal affliction. We now realize what we must do to cleanse you if we are to keep the taint of your world from entering into our home." Vernon smiled nastily at Harry before nodding towards his son. "Now, Dudley," he roared!
Suddenly, Vernon lunged forward to hold Harry's arms and legs while Dudley quickly secured him to the chair. Before he could even think to resist, Harry found himself tied so tightly, that there was no chance for escape.
Harry was completely terrified as he fought uselessly against his ropes. He struggled to keep his mind from carrying him back to the graveyard with Voldemort, but the similarities were too close. With one terror filled scream (only barely caught by the gag that Dudley had quickly thrust into his mouth) Harry descended back into the madness that was…
He watched helplessly as Vernon (or is it Wormtail?) strode purposefully towards the shed and begins to drag something very heavy out. Please, don't let it be the caldron…not again…I can't bear it! Please, anything but that!
Just as the heavy object (is it the caldron!) cleared the shadow of the shed's door, Harry recognized it for what it was.
And began to scream in total fury….
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Ahhh…another cliffy and it's only the second chapter! Sorry! I couldn't resist! But I promise to update very soon…The chapter just seemed to end here in order to flow…
OK, I KNOW that sounds lame, but that's just how the story is playing out…I don't really have control over it; I just write what is shown to me…
OK, now that REALLY sounds lame…anyway, next update soon and as always, please R&R