'Thoughts' (mostly anyway)
"Speech"
Harry stared in shock at his floating spell book – he wasn't using a wand, but he was still doing magic. MAGIC … underage … he was going to be expelled … insert swear word of your choice. He broke the spell, opened his bedroom window, and sat down to wait for the owl he knew was coming.
At the hearing he had last year, the judge said he was clear of all charges – did that include the summer before second year? 'Yes', he decided. 'Yes, it does'
"So I wont be expelled at least," he breathed. The nervous boy sat for half an hour before getting bored and picking up another book. Through his worry, he lost himself in the world of middle earth. The wizard had found some muggle fiction on the shelves in his room, and during times when he wasn't studying, he had read the hobbit and was now on the second chapter of The fellowship of the ring. It was very enjoyable, and by the time he was halfway through the book, all thought of underage magic had been expelled form his mind.
When he next looked up, it was past noon, and the teenager was very hungry. He had eaten a small bowl of cereal very early this morning, and even if he hadn't done too much work today, the boy was now used to eating three good meals everyday. He replaced the book on his old desk – he fixed it on the second day back at Privet Drive. The boy crept downstairs, stepping over the creaky step so that Dudley would not notice him. Although Dudley no longer chased him, or beat him up, he obese teenager was still a great annoyance to his cousin. Normally, he two boys tried to avoid each other like the plague, and today was no exception to that.
Harry unlocked 'his cupboard' and started to cook a simple pasta dish. That's to his freedom of eating, he could et whatever he wanted, whenever he wanted, using whatever appliance was needed – as long as he didn't get in the was of the Dursley's regimented eating times.
Breakfast: 7 – 8
Lunch: 12 – 1
Dinner: 6 – 8
Even if Dudley was still on a diet (and actually sticking to it), he still wouldn't turn down any food – hence the lock on Harry's food cupboard. Aunt Petunia still gave her son anything he wanted, except food. This led her to buy Harry a lock, because he was no longer restricted to diet foods. He kept one key under the loose floorboard, and the other was at the bottom of his trunk. Not even aunt petunia could get inside his cupboard.
After eating, Harry went back up to his room, intent on actually studying this afternoon. As he walked slowly back upstairs, he thought about voiced and voiceless spells. Then he remembered the events of that morning, and realised that he never did get that owl from the ministry. Sure, with a new minister, they must be in some difficulty especially with Voldemort terrorising the muggle world. Still … Harry thought they would still have the time to send owls to underage students.
He went inside, and felt as if his stomach was doing gymnastics. There, sitting on his bed was a regal looking owl, with a letter in its beak. Hedwig wasn't back yet.