CHAPTER TWO ' the muggle way to do it'

Dawn's light filled his room with a golden glow as Harry put the last thing into his trunk. He sat back on the bed and surveyed the room: every thing was in its place, neat and tidy, but a leather bound book lay on his desk, demanding Harry's attention. Harry looked at it for a moment before realising what it was. The photo album that Hagrid had given him. Slowly as if on automatic he reached out for the album and sat at his desk. With trembling fingers he opened the book to see his mother's and father's smiling faces, all waving at him cheerfully. He smiled at the parents he never knew, couldn't remember, Lily's pretty face and eyes like his own, Jame's messy black hair that stuck up in exactly the same places as his did.

Harry turned the pages quickly looking for the one photo he knew would be there. He found it. His parents wedding, his mum and dad stood in the centre of the crowd, surrounded by happy faces and laughter. And standing right beside his father was the best man, James best friend, and Harry's godfather.

Sirius Black convict and now deceased stood next to his parents laughing at a joke just told. Harry just stopped himself laughing as he realised who was sulking in the corner of the photo. Aunt Petunia wearing an extremely ugly dress was squashed into the corner of the crowd, trying vainly not to touch any of the other occupants of the picture. Sirius thumped James back as he smiled broadly, and Harry felt a tear trickle down his cheek, I caused my godfathers death! All because I didn't think it all through, all because I had to rush to the rescue, play the hero… Harry's breathing began to speed up, his tears fell freely, sobs racked his small frame, as all of his pent up emotions broke free.

The door opened slowly and Harry quickly stifled his sobs. Dudley poked his head through the door and a sly smile crept onto his face.

"What's wrong Harry?" he asked mockingly, Harry didn't move to see who had opened the door, he knew who it was. Dudley looked from Harry to the open photo album and his smile grew wider.

"What? Crying over your parent's photos?" he sneered. Harry turned slowly in his chair to face Dudley, a look that could turn the bravest into a blubbering mess on his face. Before Dudley could escape Harry launched himself at him. Harry hit every thing he could reach with all the force he had, his mind filled with raw anger that coursed through his veins.

"DAAAADDDDDDYY!" Dudley screamed as he grabbed Harry and threw him off himself, out of the now open door and onto the landing.

Before Harry could get back to his feet, Dudley showed him why he was on the advanced wrestling team at school. Dudley punched Harry in the stomach winding him in an instant, as Harry sagged to his knees trying to gain his breath; Dudley picked Harry up wrestling style and threw him.

As Harry was airborn he realised were he was heading and his eyes widen in fear. The stairs, Harry was not going to get out of this unscathed… He landed head over heels and began tumbling down the steep staircase, his head hit the sidewall with a loud thump and blood sprayed his face as his vision blurred. Harry landed in a head at the landing, as he did a searing pain shot up his leg.

At the top of the stairs Dudley stood staring at Harry's prone form.

"DAD!" he called more urgently. Vernon Dursley appeared groggily at Dudley's side moments before Petunia did.

"What sweet-em's?" Petunia asked, Dudley didn't answer, he just pointed at Harry. Aunt Petunia turned slowly to where her son pointed and shirked. Vernon's eye's bulged and he turned to Dudley

"What happened!" he demanded, Petunia ran down the stairs two at time and knelt next to Harry, she looked from him to her husband

"What about the …man at the station? He said…" her voice trailed off as she remembered the scared mans electric blue eye.

"We have to do something! His freaky friends are coming to pick him up today!" Vernon hissed angrily. Petunia was on the edge of hysterics; she was torn between her hate for the boy and all he stood for to her, and her vow to his mother, her sister, to keep him safe.

Harry's eyes were screwed up in pain. He was sure he had broken his leg, in two places or so… and his head was throbbing like MAD! He only half heard what the Dursley's were talking about, until someone touched his leg gently causing him to yell out in pain.

"Broken leg" he heard Petunia say briskly. Some one helped him into a sitting position and attempted to get him to his feet, but his broken leg wouldn't hold, it trembled painfully before collapsing beneath him sending him crashing to the ground with a groan.

"He needs to go to the hospital Vernon" Aunt Petunia said.

"Can't he get the …freaks to fix it!" Vernon snapped from the to of the stairs.

"Just sent Hedwig off with a letter, can't contact anyone" Harry ground out through gritted teeth.

"Oh fine!" Vernon huffed and Harry heard the stairs creak as someone made their way down to him.

Harry opened his eyes and felt bile lodge in his throat. His leg stuck at a strands angle…a very strange angle. He noticed that his glasses were cracked and one lens had shattered completely, so that's why my cheek hurts… he thought groggily. Suddenly he was being lifted roughly and carried towards the door.

"Dudley! Open the door!" Uncle Vernon growled from above Harry. Harry heard Dudley scamper past them as fast as his porky legs would allow. Petunia appeared beside Harry and gave him an encouraging smile. … What. The. Hell! I must have hit my head harder then I thought!

Uncle Vernon walked briskly through the front door, which Dudley held open for him and headed to the car. Aunt Petunia dashed back inside and returned with a coat for Dudley and Vernon as well as the car keys.

"Dudley! Open the car door!" Vernon hissed and once again Dudley rushed forward and opened the door for his father. Vernon placed Harry on the back seat and turned to Petunia and they began to confer in hushed tones.

Harry sat in the car trying to breathe evenly through the pain that was constantly throbbing through his leg. What about the Weasley's? He asked himself Will they just go back home when they find the empty house? Or will they wait for me? WHY DID I HAVE TO TELL HEDWIG TO STAY! He thought angrily, he would have been able to tell someone or the Order…The Order! Harry looked around quickly, hoping beyond hope to see a member of the Order running towards him, ready to take him to St Mungos where they could fix his leg with a flick of a wand. But he saw no one. The street was completely empty apart from himself and the Dursleys. Oh great! I'm stuck with the muggle way! He thought in disgust.

Vernon got into the driver's seat and started the engine.

"What about Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked,

"She's staying here with Dudley to … greet… your friends," He hissed. Harry Quickly put on his seat belt as Vernon sped down Privet Drive, towards the highway. Harry turned in his seat, careful not to move his leg in any way, and scanned the buildings around his house. There was no sign of anything or one from the Wizarding world, not even a swishing cloak disappearing between two buildings, nor a cat or owl. He may as well of been the only wizard alive…

And that's the second chap. /i'd just like to say that i know i signed the story differently last chap. on another site i'm known as Jade Magic. but pleases review with any questions/theories/comments...or anything! any come back is sooo soooo welcome!

Mali Caren