Chapter 3

A/N Can't remember the last bit of the chapter? Here it is;

Shutting the door, Uncle Vernon made his way into the bedroom while Dudley trotted down the stairway.

It was that night when Harry's stomach shook him awake. Mumbling in his bed, Harry slipped on his glasses and looked out of his window into the misty darkness. Hedwig was perched in her cage fast asleep. Harry was in desperate need of some food. It had been almost a week, and Harry had already lost some weight. Stomach rumbling, Harry quietly opened his door just enough for him to see through it. No one was there so Harry crept down the hallway and the stairs.

Accidentally he stepped on the last step of the stairs. Wincing, Harry cautiously removed his foot from the landing and quietly carried on his way. Once again Harry peered into the shadowed kitchen the only moonlight showing was from the living room window. It was a full moon and Harry automatically began to think how Lupin was. Not paying attention Harry walked strait into the wall and yelped with pain. Heart pumping, Harry plunged into the cupboard under the stairs and moment later he heard footstep along the upstairs corridor.

A grumble of anger descended down the stairs. This time Harry stood far away from the opening of the cupboard door and just listened. For the first time it was silence and then a bang!

The Cupboard door flew open and a Pudgy faced man was staring at Harry with full hatred in his eyes. "You wished you've never been born boy!" Uncle Vernon hissed and he dragged Harry by the ear, out of the cupboard, up the stairs and threw him inside Harry's room. Uncle Vernon, with no words to say, just slammed the door and Harry heard that the door had been locked.

In the morning Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were having an Argument. To Harry it sounded more if they were competing for a yelling competition or something.

"YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I DISLIKE HIM PETUNIA! THEM! ALL OF THEM!"

"Vernon! You know we can't risk our lives! We HAVE to keep him! Remember! LAST TIME!"

"FINE!" spat Uncle Vernon. His temples were now beating bright red as if they were to bust any moment.

"BUT, IF HE PUTS ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE, HE'S OUT! NO MATTER WHAT THEY SAY!" burst Uncle Vernonfrom his pinky lips. He walked strait out of his bedroom door and stomped down stairs. From the cracks coming from the stair well, Harry thought hisUncle was going to break and slid right through while getting caught around the middle. Hiding his laughter and trying not to break any ribs, Harry closed his hands around his mouth to seal of any sounds of snorting coming from his grinning lips.

Just after sunset Hedwig and Pig (Ron's owl) arrived with four bulging letters and one brown package. Two of the letters were from his best friends, Hermione Granger and Ronald Weasley. The third letter was from Hogwarts (his usual book list), and the last letter was from Hagrid, guessing buy the size of the package it too was from Hagrid being filled with his rock cakes and treacle fudge, wishing Harry a Happy Seventeenth Birthday (which was a week and a half ago).

Hedwig and Pig rested in Hedwig's cage while Harry ripped open his friends' letters. First was Hermione's'.

Dear Harry,

How's your summer going so far? Mines well. My parents finally decided to go on a vacation for two weeks, so we went to France. How are your Aunt and Uncle treating you? Nicely I hope. Ron's just told me that he's sent a letter to you asking for you to stay at the 'Burrow' for the rest of the summer. If you say yes then I'm coming to. Well I better get back unpacking.

Love

From,

Hermione

Harry's' heart leapt at the sentence 'stay at the 'Burrow' for the rest of the summer'. Shuffling for Ron's letter, Harry heard a light knock on his door. Pulling his sheet over the letters and stuffing the parcel underneath his pillow Harry said 'yeah?'

'Harry? It's Aunt Petunia. Soups outside if you want any of it.'

Before Harry could respond, he heard a clink of a bowl and footsteps moving to the other end of the Hall. Harry Leapt off his bed and quietly opened his door and pulled the small bowl of tomato soup in side. Harry was quite bored of having soup for weeks, but then again he had soup almost his while life ( except at Hogwarts of course). Finishing his now cold soup Harry slid the empty soup bowl outside his door and grabbed Ron's letter at once. He tore open the envelope and began to read.

Dear Harry,

He mate, how are those ruddy muggle treating you these days? Just wondering if you would like to stay here for the rest of the summer? Would they let you? Hope so. Oh and guess what? My dad got reservations at the professional quidditch pitch that the Ministry of Magic has! We can also practice there for a day! Maybe Fred and George would want to come since their just down the road.

P.S. make sure Pig here gets some water and owl pellets before he leaves. Right, well good luck mate.

From Ron W.

Harry read and re-read Ron's letter two more times before putting it down. He would die just to practice on a professional quidditch pitch that the Ministry of Magic owned. He sighed and finally placed his opened letters on his side table. By the time Harry had gotten up Pig was flying around the room looking extremely happy with him self for making the trip. Harry fed pig and let him flutter his way home. Hedwig started to nip at Harry's hand and he got the clue, pig had eaten all the owl pellets and Hedwig didn't eat at all. He also fed Hedwig and went back to his letters. He decided to open the Hogwarts letter next. Seeing that it was Hogwarts Harry was surprised. He thought that the school wouldn't be opening again after last years encounter. Brain swept, Harry ripped the ruby red seal off of the letter and dumped out the contents. Inside were his usual letter, his book list, Rules and something else caught his eye, other than the quidditch captain badge he had gotten last year there was another shinny badge amongst the letters. The abbreviation was "H.B." In Harry's head he thought it meant "Huge Beast" but in Hogwarts terms it meant "Head Boy". Harry's face was gleaming with excitement, but then a question rose to his mind.

'Why would Professor McGonagall make him Head Boy?'

Harry was stuck on that question for a while until he decided to read through the Head Boy rules and regulations. It was dusk before Harry started to respond to Hermione and Ron's letters. When he finished he looked over them and nodded in approval. After that Harry sent Hedwig with both of his letters, he remembered he still had one more letter to go.