Chapter 2
Just if you can't remember where the chapter left off here was the last bit of it.
Harry finished by stuffing his books underneath the loose floor board tucked under his squeaky bed.
On August fifth, two days after the kafuffle Harry awoke with a breeze. Hedwig had been let out the previous night and the window was held open by one of Dudley's old children's book. The clear Moonlight was streaming through the room as Harry quietly opened his door and snuck down the creaky stairs trying to miss the last step. Hoping to get some spare food from the fridge Harry tiptoed across the clean living room carpet.
As his foot sinked into the puffy linoleum floor he squinted into the darkened kitchen. Coldness swept over him as he gracefully skimmed over the smooth floor. He reached for the fridge door and cracked it open. Immediately the fridge began to hum. Normally the hum wasn't loud and frightful but in the dead of night when you could hear a pin drop, the hum from the fridge was like a mini explosion of sound.
Harry flinched at first, straining to hear for the slightest noise from the up stairs bedrooms. He scanned the fridge for food he could grab and while reaching for one of Dudley's yogurt cups, Harry accidentally knocked over the jar of pickles.
'Urggh!' Harry whispered pounding his hand against his forehead.
He quickly grabbed the swaying jar and placed it back on the shelf and carefully closed the fridge door with the yogurt cup in hand. Harry could hear loud thumps and a door slam from up stairs. The footsteps were quickly moving down the hall. Quickly thinking, Harry thrusted the yogurt cup in his front pocket and dashed into his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs. He clicked the latch on the inside and waited. To Harry it was like playing Hide and Seek, just a bit more to lose then being caught. The Loud Footsteps finally came to a hault and follow the down stairs path. Sand and dirt fell onto Harry's face as he followed with his ehad the sounds of the footsteps. Now the mysterious sounds came into view. It was Uncle Vernon with his robe and slippers on once again, somehow attached to his round be hind and pudgy feet. He peered into the kitchen as if almost frightened. Looking behind he crept closer into the darkened kitchen. Harrys heart was pumping at it's fastest. He didn't know if his uncle would catch him or not. He heard the fridge creak open again only with a disappointing mumble from his uncle. Uncle Vernon shut the fridge door and hobbled back up stairs. Harry let out a deep sigh and waited for another door to slam shut. Sure enough it happened and Harry waited an extra five minutes before going up stairs to his not, recient bedroom.
'Never will I ever do that again! Even if I am starving!' Harry reminded himself.
In the morning, with the sunshine bursting through the breezy open window, Harry lay on his cotton sheeted bed and started to think.
'I've got to get out of here!'
'No! you'll get caught!'
'yeah so! whats the big deal!'
'Do you want to die? Nice way to repay your parents'
'If I keep this up I'll probably get kicked out!'
'Exactly so don't go anywhere'
Harry stopped and abruptly sat up in his bed. Something was moving out side his door. Shuffling of some sort. Harry got up and looked throught the empty key hole. It was Dudley on the other side of the door and he seemed to be smuggling candy bars into his bedroom, a couple of the wrappers where already empty and on the floor. He swore quietly and threw his bag full of candy bars into his bedroom and shut his door when Uncle Vernon came up the stairway.
'Being a good little boy? Aren't you Dudley! Petunia! Can you buy Dudley a new present, I think he ought to deserve one from all the hard dieting he's been doing-" Uncle Vernon stopped and what harry thought he was doing was listeing, almost straining his ears to hear something. He stepped towards Harrys door and started to fiddle and unlock the door. Harry stepped back and quickly and quietly placed himself onto his rusty, old bed.
Uncle Vernon, finally getting the door unlocked, thrusted the door open and stared Harry stait in the eye. It was after a few minutes when Uncle Vernon broke the gaze only because Dudley was pulling on his sweater vest.
'Daddy! I want my present now!'
'Mummy and I will get you one Dudley, once we've made breakfast!'
'Get him to do it!' said Dudley sterningly pointing a mini sausauge finger at Harry.
'He can't come out of his room at the moment, you remember last week now we don't want anything bad to happen! Do we?' said Uncle Vernon swiftly shutting Harry's bedroom door.
Right before it closed, Harry made magical wavy movements with his hands, pointing them in dudleys direction. As Harry was about to open his mouth and say something like 'hocus pocus' Dudley squeeled and tried to wrap his chubby arms around his daddys' waist. Uncle Vernon seised the moment and cranked his neck around and opened the door wide enough for Both of the Dursleys in the hall way to see Harry.
Harry quickly put his hands in his lap before Uncle Vernon even could think that he did anything. Dudley gave him the most unpleasant stare Harry had in a long time. Shutting the door, Uncle Vernon made his way into the bedroom while Dudley traughted down the stairway.