Harry held his breath as they left for Privet drive the next morning. Mr Weasley had managed to convince the Ministry of Magic to arrange transport using a port key. Everyone looked as the Dursleys would call normal. Hermione had managed to show Mr Weasley what clothes a muggle would wear and he happily obliged.
" There we are " said Mr Weasley as they arrived in Privet Drive. I must thank Kingsley next time I see him , if it wasn't for him kids. I reckon we'd be travelling on foot , those idiots at the ministry have been acting rightly pompous ever since Dumbledore died. It just isn't the same anymore."
Harry's stomach lurched as he heard Dumbledores name being mentioned. It was the same feeling everytime , he seriously wondered if he'd ever get over it. He doubted it , Sirius had died two years ago and his memory was still fresh in Harry's mind as the day he met him. Harry sighed to himself , Is this the way he life was to meant to be , forever reminded of the people who died for him and loved him.
" Harry."
Would he always be known as the boy who lived. Or could he just be Harry , just Harry."
" Harry."
Could he trust people anymore , now that Voldermort was powerfull again."
"HARRY."
Harry spun around. " Sorry Mr Weasley did you say something?"
Mr Weasley caught his breath and proceded on walking. " Is this the house Harry. Iv never been on the outside of this house , only the fireplace."
" This is it Dad " said Ron. " I remember driving the car to that window and look the bars are still there."
Harry blushed. " They ah ... they dont let me out much."
Hermione looked at Harry. " It looks so normal. Its hard to believe your relatives could be bad Harry."
Harry laughed bitterly. " Appearences can be deceptive Hermione. Dont worry , you wont be disappointed."
Harry walked to the front door and knocked. His heart was beating rapidly. What would he say to them. He bit his lip , why hadn't he rehearsed something.
The door opened and Dudley stepped out a drink in his hand. He saw Harry and a wave of shock creased his face. He flung the glass behind his back , but Harry was too quick for him and grabbed it.
" Nice to see , Mummy can trust you Dudley. I suppose they have changed the drinking laws here have they , its no longer eighteen is it. No one told me they changed it to seventeen."
Dudley grimaced. " You cant prove it Potter. As if Mum and Dad would listen to you anyways."
" What are doing here Potter?"
" I'm here tosee Aunt Petunia. Where is she?"
" She's not here. She's gone shopping, both of them are. There's no one here but myself."
" I can see that" said Harry glancing at the glass again.
" So you can leave now " said Dudley.
" Hold it " said Harry jamming his foot in the door. " I think I'll wait for them to come back. In the meantime you can meet some friends of mine." Harry smiled as Dudley's face registered in shock.
" You cant allow strangers to come into the house Potter. Mum wont allow it ...you know she wont."
" Mummy wouldn't allow Duddykins to drink...what is it ...ah Vodka...either. So I guess that makes us equal."
