Chapter 6

Can you remember the last bit of chapter 5? Here it is;

Today was Sunday and how was Harry going to convince the Dursleys to let him go in five hours?

Yes it was nine o'clock and Harry, at least had to leave in three hours just to get to kings cross station on time, getting there would take two. Harry suddenly started to throw all of his belongings in his trunk. He plunged under neith his bed and flipped open the loose floor board and grabbed all his sweets, letters and cards. Almost ripping his invisibility cloak, Harry jerked it into his trunk as well, followed by his firebolt.

An hour passed and Harry still hadn't asked Uncle Vernon if he could drive him to the station. Outside of his bedroom, a door slammed and Harry could hear foot steps coming closer to his door. Assuming it was Uncle Vernon Harry bolted towards the door and swung it open so that he was face to face with a horse faced woman. Aunt Petunia. Looking shocked, Harry opened his mouth meaning to say something but nothing came out. Aunt Petunia stood in amazement at Harry with her hands crossed across her chest and tapping her foot slightly on the ground.

"I was just wondering if-"Harry managed to say before his aunt put her foot down.

"I have had enough! I am the one that's trying to keep you in this house! I know what's been happening in your world and don't ask me any questions! Now back in your room before you're Uncle see's you!"

"But I need a ride to kings cross station! In two hours!"

Aunt Petunia paused at this disturbance, and made a face that looked like she was thinking.

"I'll take you," She decided. "But first we need to get Vernon out of the way!"

"We?"

Petunia ignoring Harry's rude comment walked towards the top of the stairs and lowered her head down closer to the floor and turned her neck so it faced the kitchen.

What is she doing? Helping me? Has she finally changed her mind about me?

All Harry could do was keep his mind on similar thoughts like those ones. Aunt Petunia was now quietly and carefully lifting her left foot and placing it on the step below her. Still looking towards the kitchen she continued this but switching feet between her steps. Petunia made a hand gesture that signaled that Harry should follow her.

Looking very stupid Harry lowered his head just barely missing the wooden steps and also moved down the steps one at a time. If you were to come in walking on them you would think that they were planning to kill someone with the stance the two of them were taking.

Aunt Petunia finally straitened up once she got to the bottom of the stairwell. Harry did the same while thinking he was following her lead.

"Stay here!" she snapped.

Aunt petunia walked into the kitchen with pride in her self.

What was she doing? Helping people like this?

Harry knew that the Dursleys hated Harry for what he and his dead parents were.

"A Freak!" That's what his aunt had said about his muggleborn mother when Harry had turned eleven.

Not paying any attention at all Harry suddenly heard a lot of noise and found himself sprawled on the ground with the dursleys umbrellas spread out over the carpeted area. Harry got to his feet and spun around the find all three dursleys starring at him with anger. Except for one. That's right, it was Aunt Petunia. Instead of anger across her face there was a wide grin replacing the anger that was really inside her.

Why was shy smiling? Had she gone Mad? Now Harry was really confused.

"Sorry," Harry said blankly. "I wasn't watching where I was going." With that Harry hoped up stairs and shut his bedroom door behind him to find yet another letter address to him lying on his bed with hedwig sleeping lightly in her messy cage.