The man swiftly walked through the alleyways, cloaked under the shadows from the moonlight. He was to meet somebody very important. He could not afford to mess this up. As soon as he rounded the corner, a searing pain erupted from Harry Potter's forehead as he awoke from his dream as he shouted out a muffled cry in agony.
Harry awoke with a start, his hand automatically reaching for his scar because of the searing pain from it. He had enough sense to stifle his cry with his bed sheets, before he awoke the dursleys. Even though the dursleys did become considerably much nicer because of the past event at the king's cross station, he still couldn't come to get the dursleys any angrier than they already were.
"But I'd still have some laughs at seeing uncle vernon's face after I wake him up from his undeserved sleep," thought Harry
"Should I write to Sirius?" Then it dawned on him, Sirius wasn't alive anymore.
Maybe he should write to Dumbledore about his scar hurting but decided against it. He was still in a bad mood about Dumbledore and couldn't face him. Suddenly a thought popped up in his head, what about writing to his two best friends, Ron and Hermione? Well he did know what their actions were going to be from past events, but it would make him feel much better about the situation, and might get a couple of laughs out it.
Then he thought of writing to the order. Even though they would learn of it anyways. If he was to write to the order, he would not want Mad Eye Moody or Dumbledore to see the letter about his scar. He would know what Mad Eye would write if Mad Eye did read the letter. Something to do with his scar and then he would suggest or demand 'constant vigilance'. As he finished writing his two letters, Harry heard a load explosion from outside.
"Obviously this was not about to be good," said Harry to himself.