Chapter 7

Can't remember the last sentence of Chapter 6? Here it is;

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.

Thinking it was a last minute letter from Ron, Harry ran over to his bed and retrieved the letter. To Harry shock it wasn't from Ron, it was from his…… older sister?

Remembering everything that Clair had wrote in her last letter, Harry ripped open the letter ignoring the couple of hours he had until he had to leave.

Dear Harry,

I know I haven't written in a while but I thought I must not keep you waiting. I assume you've read the talking note from our parents, and seen the picture too? Well I've found the secret box and the map but I have yet to find their cellar.

You are probably asking tons of questions about me in your mind so I'll answer some that you might think of.

I am a witch and I have seen you before but only for a few minutes. It was when you were 12 and you were walking out of flourish and blotts book shop and I believe you were stopped by Lucius Malfoy? The death-eater? Anyways it was when he and that red headed man were having a fight. I was curious so I came closer and I recognized you at once. With James'hair andmothers' eyesI just knew that it was you.

I work for a business in Diagon ally. It's new so you probably haven't seen it before. I have decided to contact you now because I thinkthat youare mature enough and that you might not have 3 years ago for this shock of having a sister.

Listen. I've learned some special information for you……for you to become safe again and I can't tell you right now because of the owls getting checked by the minestry but maybe we can meet some place some time. I'll be more precise about the info in thenext letter.

I've got to go but keep safe little brother.

Love,

Clair E.

Being even more shocked at this letter, Harry began to pace up and down his room. Forgetting that he had to leave Privet Drive in an hour, he began to think to himself.

Was the special information about Voldemort? She had mentioned something about how it will help me be safe-

Harry immediately stopped because he swore he could hear someone yelling at him apart from his own head.

"Harry! It's time to go! Are you packed yet?" Aunt Petunia screamed.

With out thinking, Harry plunged on the floor and gathered the rest of the extra books that he had spent time reading over the past bit of the summer.

"I'm coming!" He yelled slamming his trunk shut and grabbing Hedwig's empty smelly cage. She had gone out just after Harry had gotten his letter.

Remember the older letters he had hid in his closet Harry lunged for the slightly open closet door, picked up the letters and almost dropping half of them because he was in such a rush.

Harry stuffed them in his hoodie pocket and finally he was out of his room and almost down the upstairs hall when something caught his attention. He forgot the talking note. Since Harry had listened to the note every night since he had received it he had kept it underneath his pillow.

Harry dropped all of his things, including Hedwig's cage.

"We don't have much time!" Shrieked Aunt Petunia from the bottom of the stairs. Once again Harry dashed inside his bedroom and quickly retrieved his talking note that he received from his older sister.

Stuffing the note inside his back jean pocket, Harry walked out of his bedroom, hopefully for the last time. He gathered his things and headed down the stairs. His Aunt Petunia was waiting for him with a brown paper bag in her left hand while she held the front door open with her right. Without looking back Harry had, hopefully, left the dursleys house for the final time.

Harry enjoyed the peacefulness. Driving down familiar streets of London, with the window open of the dursleys car. His flustered Aunt was sitting next to him in the driver's seat. It had been almost two hours since Harry had felt his freedom. Leaving Privet Drive was like a dream come true.

Harry didn't even care where or what his uncle and cousin were doing. Dudley was probably wondering the house, and wondering where his mommy was.

Soon the car pulled to a stop in front of the familiar station Harry had been longing to see. Kings Cross Station was the place where a secret platform was held to allow Hogwart students to board the Hogwarts Express on Platform 9 ¾.

Phillip Granda…Phillip Granda… Phil…

Harry repeated that name inside his mind as if it were a combination to a safe containing, Galleons beyond galleons.

Finally clueing into the real world, Harry lifted and loaded all of his things onto a trolley thatwas stationed near by. Harry would be with his two best friends very shortly.