Part 3
Hedwig hooted angrily when she saw the house on Privet Drive. Harry petted her in an attempt to soothe her, glancing nervously at his uncle sitting in the front seat.
Uncle Vernon's eyes met Harry's in the rear-view mirror and immediately his beady eyes got even beadier.
Harry looked away. He didn't want to get into an argument with his uncle on his first day home.
When the car stopped, Harry's uncle, aunt and Dudley all got out without even stopping to help Harry with his heavy trunk.
"Typical," Harry muttered to himself as he lugged the heavy trunk up the stairs. Just as he opened the door to his room, Harry heard a loud screeching coming from outside.
Harry almost swore as he dumped his trunk in his room and ran outside to get Hedwig.
"BOY!!!" Uncle Vernon's voice thundered.
Harry winced and carried Hedwig inside. "Yes, Uncle Vernon?" he asked, trying to sound normal.
"What did I tell you about keeping that...bird quiet?" he whispered loudly.
"I'm sorry Uncle, but I left her in the car for a minute. She doesn't like being left alone and-"
"ENOUGH!!!!" Vernon shouted, his blond moustache quivering in anger.
Harry shut his mouth resentfully.
"Just pray that the neighbors didn't hear that bird. If they get curious, there will be hell to pay, boy, mark my words. Now go to your room. No supper!"
Harry nodded and ran up the stairs to his room before he could get an angry retort past his lips.
Harry slammed his door and put Hedwig on his desk.
Hedwig nudged the lock, wanting Harry to let her out.
"I can't Hedwig, I'm sorry," Harry said.
Hedwig hooted angrily and turned her back on Harry.
"Oh come on!" he burst out, "You know what the Dursleys are like. If I let you out...I would get in so much trouble! Especially if you're seen!"
But it didn't make any difference. In frustration, Harry kicked his trunk and then sat down on his bed with his head in his hands. He had only been home fifteen minutes and already he was grounded from supper. If it was this bad already, how bad would it be for the rest of the summer?
Harry sighed and got out his quill and parchment. Writing to Ron and Hermione always made him feel better.