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Sorry it took so long. I was a bit behind the others in work and I needed to catch up a bit. Here is Chapter three any way. I hope you like it. br /

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Chapter 3: Away from Privet Drive

Mr Tibbles sat at the same spot as the preceding night and gazed unblinkingly at Number 4 Privet drive. His mistress has sent him away again to watch over the disobedient boy called Harry Potter.

At the house inside, it was very silent. There WAS no Dudley who watched the TV, played games in his computer or a fridge that always opened and closed every fifth minute. There were no Uncle Vernon who howled and roared at Harry or commented the watching news. There were no Aunt Petunia, who always spied at her neighbours, and there was definitely no Harry who was ignored or punished for every thing he did by the Dursleys. Every single possessor in this house, were sleeping, some peacefully and some restlessly. Dudley lay flat on his back at his bed a cheek resting at the pillow, his eyes shut, his mouth wide opened, full of saliva who flow down on his left cheek.

Dudley was snoring loudly, dreaming that he was punching a punchball who looked like Harry's head. They were in a room with mirrors from floor to roof. When he hit it for the first time, Harry's glasses split into thousand pieces. The second time, Harry's nose was broken and blood were dripping out from his nostrils. Dudley seemed to be very excited and very satisfied of it. Adrenaline rushed through his body and he hit harder and harder at it.

"Take That, and That! This...Is...For...Every...Thing...You've...Done...To...Me..." Dudley said those words whenever he gave the ball a strike. He stopped for a minute, wheezing after air. The ball with Harry's head looked extremely grotesquely. The eyes were purple, the nose pulped, the jaw crushed, the lips were swollen, and the teeth in blossom. Harry's head suddenly changed back into normal and he was making fart sounds with his mouth and let out a cackling loud laugh.

"PRR! HA HA HA HA HA!" Harry put up a wide smile on his face and said in a sing song voice:

(The teasing song)

You can't beat me.

The worst little Diddey.

You are to thick to do that

The world's biggest prat.

The punchball's head changed again, but this time, there was no Harry-head. All the mirrors in the room reflected a punchball with a gormless face with blond hair and pig eyes.

"HA HA HA HA ha! It's my turn to play." Harry had a cruel expression and drew out a wand and gave it a little flick. Devil horns grow out from Dudley's Punchball head, exactly over his ears. The ears however didn't look like his usual one. They were not small and had no pointy ear lobes. They were long and ugly now. Beard had grown out too, but it didn't look like a man's wide and bushy one, it looked like a goat beard. Harry laughed his cackling laugh again.

"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Dudley woke up with a jerk, sat bolt upright and panted heavily. It was just a dream, just a stupid dream. He thought. He lay back again and thought. Next time, I'll kill that little idiot.

In a other room lay two parents, one snoring, the other breathing. Uncle Vernon dreaming about a fat Dudley, winning the boxing world cup. Aunt Petunia however dreamed about her son, graduating from the Smeltings private school, driving a Ferrary cab with his best friend Polkis, away from the school.

Harry, on the other hand, was not sleeping in a peaceful way. He was rocking back and forwards in his bed, mumbling cinaudible words. Harry was dreaming about Voldemort and his death eaters.

They were in a dark an cold room. There were no windows, no decoration, nothing were there except around 30 men and one woman in black robes and masks. They surrounded a pail man with a snake circling him on the ground. The pail man is named lord Voldemort and is the most darkest sorcerer in the century. He examined the peoples around him with his red eyes and narrowed pupils. Every time he looked at each of them, he saw fear but yet determination to serve their master.

"Hello my servants." He hissed. "I must say that I am very disappointed of your last task you should do to me." Every one in the room were silent, no one dear to even breathe. "Lucius, tell me why you and your companions failed."

"We are so sorry, master. W-W-We've n-nearly got i-it." He stammered. "We couldn't do it In a quicker way. The order came and..." Malfoy was interupted By Voldemort.

"You could, if you just thought about it." He whispered. "The order should be late if you did the task properly. You could do it much quickly too. Have you never thought about capture a friend of Potter?"

"W-We did master." Answered Malfoy.

"I know you did, but not earlier. Why did you left the bloodtraiter Weasly?"

"B-b-because w-w-we S-Searched a-affter P-potter a-and the p-prophecy."

"I am satisfied that you are at least trying to fulfil my task. But that is not enough. I require all of you to do the statement as quickly as possible. Potter should come instantly and save his friends if they were in danger." He let out a silent laugh. "Love is a weakness not a strength, remember that."

"Yes my lord." Said Lucius.

"But you still deserve the punishment that all people deserves when they fail." Voldemort hissed threateningly. His thin lips formed a naughty evil smile and his eyes looked more snake like then ever.

"Please, master. Please, I beg you. Have mercy. Have mercy." Said Malfoy falling on his knees looking pleadingly up at the pail skeleton face. The dark lord drew out a wand from inside his robe. He aimed it at Malfoy and said in a low whisper, but everyone could still hear every syllable in the charm.

"Crusio!" Malfoy yelled in pain and fell to the floor. The body twitched madly, the eyes seemed to pop out within a few seconds. Voldemort watched his servant for a few seconds, then lifted of the curse. "I do not accept any fiascos from you. Do you understand? Stand up now and join the others." Malfoy jumped up and said in a sudden:

"Yes, my lord."

"Now, I want you to do an other task for me." Said Voldemort as if nothing had happened to Lucius. "You will travel to Transylvania and recruit..." He stopped dead, realising that Harry was on his mind and spoke in a high pitched, cold voice that ran a shiver through every single death eater. "Well, well, well. What do we have here?" Every one turn their gaze from their master to the only remaining door. "Our little Potty are sneaking in someone's business again, are he not?" The death eaters turn to Voldemort again, realising what had caught their master's attention. "You have to be careful my Potty. Curiosity can be very dangerous, a specially for you. But don't worry. What does it matter if you know my plans. I will win in the end. Every single creature in this world will soon crawl in front of my feet, fear me and begg for mercy." Harry tried to pull out of Voldemort's mind but didn't manage it. Voldemort snorted when he discovered Harry's attempt to escape. "Are you already leaving? I thought you should stay a little longer and enjoy this meeting. However , since you can't leave until I push you out, I have a greeting to give you and your mud blood lover. Tell him that he will meet the world's doom. Tell him that he will regret his opinions, that he joined the good side and tell him that I will know the prophecy one way or an other." He laughed out loud, a high pitched laughter.

"ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" The sound echoed in the room and made it even louder so it sounded like five or six voldemorts stood there, laughing at the same time. "And for you, I have a special greet to you, and just only you." The echo died away and Voldemort whispered: "You don't want to put your closest friends in danger, will you? Then join me or die in front of my feet. If you fight back, you'll have to suffer more then ever you can imagine. Otherwise. You know my point. Every friend you have will go through torture, feel pain they never imagined and sacrifice parts of their body, die until you give up. Let me just remind you of your last adventure. You don't want to lose more friends do you? Go now and tell that fool Dumbledore." He let out an other higher, colder laugh that echoed, if possible, louder then before. It didn't sound like five or six voldemorts any more, more like eight and nine.

"ha ha ha ha ha! Ha ha ha ha ha! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha ha haaaa!" and with enormous ease, the dark lord pushed Harry out of his mind.

Harry woke up, realising that he was laughing, a high pitched laughter that stopped as soon as the thought was on his mind. Outside the door, stood a out-rages Vernon Dursley talking to himself about his nephew.

"He has gone mental." He Muttered. "He is not just a w... and a freak, he is insane too. The boy is planning something, if he is like that." Still muttering to himself, he walked down to the kitchen, being very noisy on his way because every stage creaked of his weight.

Harry changed his pyjamas to one of Dudley's old large jeans and a baggy t-shirt. They wasn't as large as they were for several years ago, but still large. He could presumably organize a bag leaping competition in Hogwarts with the clothes. After a whole day, the clothes should probably still be whole. He closed his wardrobe doors and turned to the door who led out of the room. He was almost there, when he heard a rapping sound on the window and then a thud. Harry turned his head to see what had caused the noise. Hedwig stood at the windowsill, waiting annoyed for her master to open to let Her in after the hunt. Beside the angry Hedwig lay a limp tiny ball. That was Ron's hyper active owl, Piggy. Piggy had of course flew straight into the glass before he realised that it wasn't opened. Harry walked back, opened the window and took the tiny owl on his hands. Hedwig flew huffily, directly to her cage and drank some water. Harry placed Piggy at his desk, tied up his burden, rolled up the parchment and read the letter from Hermione.

Hi Harry,

I am with Ron and the others at you know where.

They are going to pick up you in two days.

We've got so much to tell you .

Hope your all right.

Yours

H.G, R.W and R.L.

Harry crashed the paper in his hand and threw it in the wastepaper basket. It must be very dangerous to put their full name. He thought. He took Hedwig's water bowl, turned to Piggy again and poked him to wake up. After a minute or so, the owl woke up and hooted happily. He drank some water, flapped his wings, zoomed a few times around Harry and out of the window. Harry walked down to the kitchen and left a sleeping, white owl behind him.

In the kitchen, Harry made himself a toast and sat in a chair between Dudley and Vernon. Eating slowly at his breakfast, he thought of the letter he got a moment ago. Am I really happy to go back to that place? He wondered. No and yes. He answered himself. He really wanted to see his friends again and speak to them. But in Sirius's house? Did he want to go back to grimmald place? No. He thought. Sirius was still a heart braking topic and his godfather's property just reminded him of his events in the minestry.

"Boy! Hurry up!" Cried aunt Petunia. "I have not the whole day to wait for you to eat up that thing!" She pointed at the toast Harry was holding.

"Why must I hurry? I haven't used any china." Asked Harry, annoyed of the interruption from his thoughts.

"I have to clean up! And from your filth as well as you've done there." She snapped and gesticulated a thin finger at the place where her son had sat, which had a big puddle of processed sour milk. Harry wanted to protest but new better, instead he sighed and muttered:

"perfectionist." Petunia ignored him and continued to dish the filthy glasses, plates and cutleries. Not wanting to deel with his homework later, he trailed off to his room and began to work with his transfiguration homework.

Next day, Harry was woken by a hooting sound. Piggy was back again with a message.

"Take it easy Hedwig." Said Harry and got out of his bed, approached the little owl and took the letter from it. It read:

Harry, Be ready at three a clock tomorrow

Yours

R.J.L.

Harry wondered who on earth R.J.L. was. None of his friends had that signature. He went to his bedside table and picked up his wand. Walking back to the parchment, he wondered if it was wirth doing magic to be expelled for just a bit of parchment, just to know who this person was. Harry looked thoughtfully at it and tapped it. "I..." Suddenly, he remembered the incident at the train.

He saw the ragged suitcases clearly in front of him. There it was, at the luggage rack at Hogwarts express. It stood Professor R. J Lupin.

Knowing the initial of Remus Lupin, he began to gather all his things he needed at Hogwarts and packed it into his trunk, all books, the couldren, the firebolt, the gifts he got from his friends in his birthday and Christmas and other stuff.

The day after, around three, Harry went down to the living room, sat at the floor beside the table, where the Dursleys drank tea and ate buns wile they watched tv, and said:

"I'm leaving."

"No you arre not!" shouted uncle Vernon. "You will stay here and protect us!" Aunt Petunia had told her husband about the howler she got last year about the protection charm that had been placed at the house. He tried to treat his nephew as a normal boy, but the magic inside him made uncle Vernon more angry and that led to his fail about treating Harry as his own.

"I don't need to be here anymore. One time in a year will be enough and you all know that. Besides they will be here in..." Harry looked at his wristwatch and said. "five minutes." Dudley who hadn't listen to what his cousin had said just heard the happy tone in Harry's voice when the last words slipped out. He stopped gazing at the Tv and jumped up at once from his seat, as someone had set fire on his ass. He ran to the nearest empty place, where he could press his fat buttock to the wall, leaving no one behind him, and shot his mouth. Harry found that very amusing said between his laugh attack:

"What's ha ha up ha ha Dudleykins? Ha Ha F-frightened Ha Ha of Ha Ha some Ha Ha people?" Harry stopped, took a deep breath, said a whole sentens before laughing again. "Can't even box a tiny girl. Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha, Ha Ha Ha." Enraged by Harry's words, Dudley dashed towards him, not knowing that he had dropped his trousers, and floored the black haired boy to the ground. The dream he had for two days ago was on his mind and the oad he had made about crumb Harry's bones, was going to fulfil. Harry who was still laughing was caught off guard and were now blinking up stupidly at a fat monster who drew closer very fast. Harry raised up a bit from the cleaned floor, trying to get out of the way, but a heavy Dudley had landed on his stomach, leaving Harry no air to breathe. Still sitting on a body, he began to beating up every bit of the person under him. Harry's glasses had broken and he could just see a blurred figure with mad pig eyes and his shadowy hands. He tried to scream in pain but Dudley was suffocating him with all his waight by sitting on the stomach. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia had raised up from their chairs and looked interestedly when their son were beating up Harry.

"Come on my son." Erged Uncle Vernon and looked pleased when he saw his child banging at Harry's nose and heard a cracking sound.

"That's my boy." Yelled aunt Petunia. None of those four heard anything except Dudley striking his relative. Harry couldn't hear anything either because he were nearly unconcious. Four people appeared out of nowhere and Dursleys still didn't heard the popping sound when the strangers arrived.

Remus, Nymfadora, Kingsley and Mad eye Moody stood totally paralyzed and gazed at the sceen in front of them. Professor Lupin woke up first from the trans and aimed his wand at Dudley, saying:

"Expiliarmus!" Petunia screamed when the red jet of light hit the back of her son who flew across the room and landing in the electric stove. His clotes caught fire. Remus performed some water and eased of the sparks.

"Tonks, gather the things of Harry's. Kingsley, handle the parents, and Moody, keep watching suspicious things!" The werewolf dashed to Harry and disarmed the fat Pig ones more, because Dudley were diving towards a limp form of Harry. This time he was blasted into a wall, with his head first and fell to the ground. He felt a bit dizzy, but rose up and made an attempt to attack again.

"Petrificus Totalus, Incaserass!" shouted Remus and pointing his wand at the attacker. A jet of light came out of the wand and stunned the victim. Seconds later, ropes appeared out of thin air and began of one's own accord snare around him, like a snake squeezing his pray.

"Nooo! Dudley!" Uncle Vernon run towards Lupin, knocking chairs and tables everywhere. HE was just a few feet away when Mad eye Moody growled from behind:

"Stupify!" Petunia yelled in panic:

"Nooo! Don't hurt them! Please! I beg you! Please!" Tears floated down her cheeks and she threw herself on to Dudley's body, trying to protect him. Her squeaky voice rang through the house, leaving no place to avoid the sound. Moody said:

"senoorus!" He used his usuall tone so he didn't need to drew attention to muggles and said: "Silencio!" Petunia become silent but she were still screaming. Moody took of his curse.

"Thanks Madeye." Said Professor Lupin. "Hurry! Repair the house and take off the curses from the muggles. Are Tonks done yet?"

"Just waiting for you." Said tonks.

"Good. Come here quickly. Madeye and Kingsley. Stay here and restore the house." He fell to his knees and took Harry's hand to feel a puls. "Harry, can you hear me? Just hold on." Harry who heard the familiar voice could neither speak or move. Releaf came over him and he passed out.