A Link in Magic

Spazzy Magee: Back again, this chapter just introduces Harry into the story. Review please!

"Harry! Wake up!" A woman said from the first floor of the house, yelling to a young boy who was already awake. This Harry had black messy hair that covered his forehead. If one were to look closer they would see a lightning shaped scar, a scar of legend some would say. A curse maybe? Harry was still in his pajamas, sitting on the side of a bed that once belonged to his cousin, Dudley. Speaking of his cousin, Dudley was banging on Harry's door.

"Hey, mom told you to get up! It's time to make us some breakfast." Dudley yelled and walked down the stairs and into the kitchen. Harry let out a sigh and stood up from his bed and looked out the window next to it. Beside the window was a snowy white owl, Hedwig, his only friend while he was staying with his so-called family.

"Just one more week until Hogwarts. Just one more." Harry said, wishing the week was over already. 'Best get dressed.' he thought. Harry spotted his clothes laying down at the foot of his bed. A plain white shirt, blue jean pants, and white socks. His shoes were in the far corner. He quickly shed his pajamas and slipped on his shirt. He stood on one foot as he placed his socks on. On the second sock he stumbled to the ground, groaning.

"Real graceful Potter." Harry said to himself, succeeding in his attempt to put on his sock. He stood up and grabbed his pants, pulling them on over his shorts. He then went to the corner and slipped on his shoes, which were already tied since they were slightly bigger than needed. He opened the door and stepped out, closing it behind him. Harry then trotted down stairs and into the kitchen.

Harry stood against the counter, surprised that somebody got out all the ingredients for him for a bacon and egg omelet: A carton of eggs, Salt & Pepper, cheese of course, and a spatula. The pan was already on the stove, with the fire on under it. "Some one is nice today." Harry said aloud. Maybe he was going to have a good day for a change.

"Boy! Get on with our egg!" Vernon snapped, sitting at the table with his nose in the paper. This was Harry's Uncle. Then again, maybe he was going to have a bad day, just like all the others. 'He probably wanted me to get this done quicker and put out all of the stuff.' Harry thought as he prepared the eggs.

Little spills here and there and a couple of good eggs dropped, which were quickly picked up, Harry made three omelets. Although they didn't look good, heck they certainly look bad to eat; the Dursleys had their breakfast.

Harry slowly ate his toast and soon picked up the empty plates and glasses that were once filled with orange juice. Harry turned on the sink and quickly washed the dishes, hoping to go back to his room, away from the Dursleys. But something better was about to happen. Harry stuffed the dishes back to where they were taken out. It was already ten o'clock; the day was almost half over.

Harry let out a sigh and went up to his room. He opened the door and closed it, plopping himself on his bed. Harry didn't know it but his school trunk was at the foot of his bed, his stuff already in it. Books, his wand, and the cloak his dad gave him, and many of his other magical items. Hedwig was sitting on it, in the cage of course, pecking at the sheets. Harry turned his head to look at his owl.

"Why are you right there?" he asked the owl absent mindedly, feeling slightly dumb for asking a creature that couldn't talk. Harry quickly stood up from his bed, looking around his room for an intruder. Instead he saw Professor Dumbledore in his doorway, nearly making Harry jump a foot out of his skin.

He still looked the same, down to his long white beard and sparkling eyes under the half moon spectacles. Dumbledore started to walk towards Harry, "Hello Harry, always a pleasure. But under circumstances we shall need to be quick. That's why I set the breakfast for you, and had your trunk packed." He stood in front of Harry, shaking his hand, Glad to see you're still alive. Harry shook back, but he was confused. Why did Dumbledore do all this stuff? And what circumstances is he talking about? Unfortunately, Harry will not find out yet.

"Good to see you also, Professor. But why-" Harry had no time to finish as Dumbledore walked past him and towards the window. "Sorry Harry but now is not the time. We need to place you in safer conditions." Dumbledore said, interrupting Harry. Once again, Harry wanted to get a straightforward answer from the Headmaster. But sadly Harry would have to wait, again.

"Where are we going, Professor?" Harry asked Dumbledore, while he was looking out the window for something. "Ah, they are here." Dumbledore said, backing up to reveal a very familiar blue car. Floating, blue car to be exact.

"Hello Harry, Dumbledore said you needed help." Fred, or George, Weasley told him, driving the car. "So we're here to help." George, (or Fred) Weasley continued. Peering over his twin to look at Harry. Harry smiled but his eyes widened. "But it's broad daylight outside!" George and Fred's eyes twinkled, much unlike Harry's did.

"Well then you should get a move on." Dumbledore said casually, flicking his wand that made Harry's trunk and owl fly out the window and into the back seat of the car with a heavy thud that bounced the flying car. The Headmaster pushed Harry himself out of the window, only to be saved by the car. Unfortunately he hit his own trunk and slid to the car floor.

"Now go! Harry, I will see you at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said. With that said they took off in the car, going above the clouds. Much to their luck, it was cloudy today. Harry got up from the car floor and sat in the seat, picking up Hedwig and placing the cage on the trunk.

"So Harry, how was your summer?" Fred asked looking back at him. "Ours is swell so far." George said, also looking back. Harry smiled lightly; he was finally out of that cursed house.

"It was okay, to say the least. But I...Fred! Pay attention to the road, uh sky!" Harry yelled at Fred, pointing to a flock of birds going towards them. Fred looked back and gave a yell, causing George to look ahead and yell also. Fred quickly turned the car wheel, causing the car to turn sharply around the frightened birds. Fred quickly got the car steering forward and looked out of the widow at the birds. "Bloody birds! Next time fly lower!" Fred yelled at them. He got back into the car, grumbling.

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