Chapter 2:The Uneventful Summer
For the next week, Harry did absolutely nothing eventful and was bored out of his mind. Harry sat on the only swing that wasn't vandalized by Dudley's group of misfits. He had recently read in an article of how a new minister for magic was chosen for the insolence on the matter on Lord Voldemort's return. Harry had not been surprised in this matter of Fudge being sacked. In Fudge's place, a man named Rufus Scrimgeour had taken his place as the minister for magic. Several other stories of such like how the prophecy was stolen or how Harry was 'the Chosen one' seemed to be quite popular.
But the thing that was bothering Harry was not the news on how Fudge was sacked, how he was 'the Chosen one' not even that, it was how Sirius had died, although he hated the fact that Sirius had died at the hands of Bellatrix Lestrange who shot a stunning curse at Sirius, and pushed him beyond a mysterious veil in the department of mysteries, which Harry is told that he had died. Though slowly but surely, Harry began to get over his god-father's death, but he would remember for the rest of his life of how he had died.
Just then, an owl stating that Dumbledore was coming to drop him off at the Weasley's home at promptly 11;00 came through his window. He, had not expected the headmaster himself to teach him the arts of magic, or that he was going to the Weasley's home for the rest of the summer. But he wasn't complaining.
Harry quickly packed his trunks, spell books, cauldron and such. He went downstairs at around 10:50 the next day and sat by the stairs waiting.
'What are you sitting around on the stairs for?' asked Dudley.
'Nothing you and your fat arse need to know about," said Harry coolly.
Dudley's face turned beat red and he stomped away raging.
As expected, Dumbledore had arrived at number four privet drive but in a formal way, nothing special or fancy. Dumbledore knocked on the door politely, and Uncle Vernon came rushing out to see who it was. His face fell, almost immediately realizing that Dumbledore was one of Harry's lot.
'You!' Uncle Vernon shouted pointing at Harry, 'what is he doing here?'
'I am incredibly sorry for this intrusion, but did Harry not tell you that I was taking him away for they rest of the summer?'
'Must've slipped his mind,' sneered Uncle Vernon.
Dumbledore looked at Harry with a slight smile on his face, or did he just imagine it? Dumbledore had looked sternly at Uncle Vernon as if to peer into his very soul.
'I suggest that you treat your niece with better care.' said Dumbledore with a slightly more serious tone, but he still had that twinkle in his eyes.
'WHAT? Who do you think you are?' yelled an outraged Uncle Vernon, 'listen here you, you can't go on ordering me around like I'm some five year old, anything that goes on under this household is none of your business, I suggest you leave immediately before I call in the authorities!'
Suddenly, Dumbledore began to radiate in anger and ancient power, even Uncle Vernon must have felt it because he started to back away in a slightly frightful manor.
'We shall be leaving at once, although I must ask of one final request Harry, you must promise me that you must come back to this dreadful excuse for a household, for one year longer,' said Dumbledore in an angry tone. Harry had only twice seen this reaction from Dumbledore, once when he had been captured by a false Mad Eye Moody, an imposter who had been a faithful follower of Lord Voldemort, also who had lost his soul to a Dementor which had been brought by the previous Minister for Magic. The other time this had occurred, he hadn't actually seen Dumbledore since he had fallen off his previous broom which had been entirely destroyed by a very violent tree in his third year, all because of stray Dementores which had appeared at the quiditch field. He had been told that Dumbledore went ballistic when they had appeared during the game.
'And you,' said Dumbledore turning to Uncle Vernon, 'I ask that you co-operate with me and let your beloved niece stay for one more year.'
'Fine by me!' shouted Uncle Vernon slowly gaining some courage.
'Then we take our leave,' said Dumbledore.
'Wait professor, I have to get my trunks and all,' said Harry.
'The precautions have already been made so that you need not worry about your things,'
'Oh,' finished Harry quite lamely.
'Ah! In all this excitement I had almost forgotten!'
'What is it professor?
'This of course!' said Dumbledore as he pulled out a letter.
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