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Another year had past and Harry was now 9 years old. He had written a letter apologizing to Jan the librarian for storming out of the library. She had forgiven him of course, but, to please the Dursley's, he had to stay behind every library lesson until the end of the year.

Harry was sorry that the year was over, but was looking forward to going onto harder school work. Not that he was complaining or anything.

Once again, Harry was locked in his cupboard, only coming out for bathroom breaks and to make the meals. Harry didn't mind as he was used to this. And besides it gave him time to write a couple of letters to his parents, which only really told them what he had been doing, which wasn't that much.

That is, until one day, uncle Vernon made an announcement. "Now, this evening, I will be going to a dinner party. Petunia, Dudley you will be coming along. You, boy, will be going over to Mrs. Figg's place. Be well behaved or you'll have me to answer to. Understand?" "Yes, uncle Vernon" Harry replied. In any normal home, Harry would have sighed in relief, but in his current situation, he couldn't have.

After that, Harry was sent back to his cupboard. He secretly packed pens, paper and his blanket. It was his birthday, wasn't it?

A few hours later, uncle Vernon, in his rather large suit, aunt petunia, in a salmon- pink dress, and Dudley, also in a suit, was all ready to go. Harry, on the other hand, was dressed as he normally was. Dudley's large top, Dudley's baggy trousers, large glasses and Dudley's old trainers. In his pocket he carried a pen; some folded up paper and had his blanket over his shoulder.

They all went outside and the three Dursley's got into the car. "Remember, boy, one wrong thing..." he trailed off, as if to make the threat very clear. Harry simply nodded. Uncle Vernon shut the door and turned on the engine.

A minute later, the car had just turned the corner. Harry turned towards the walkway. He knew what he had to do.

Harry found Mrs. Figg waiting on her doorstep as usual. Harry gave her a small smile as he walked into her house. Mrs. Figg shut the door behind her and went into the kitchen. Harry knew from experience that he was expected to wait, so that's what he did until he was called.

When he was, Harry went into the room and was surprised to see that she had a few Anzac biscuits. He said thank you and took one gratefully. It was a bit dry, but Harry wasn't about to complain. It was much better than being forgotten.

After Mrs Figg finished up the biscuits, she said that, if he didn't mind, she would be upstairs if he needed her. Harry told her that he didn't mind at all. Mrs Figg smiled and went upstairs.

Harry thought about what he should do next. In the end, he decided that he'd have a look around before writing a letter to his mum and dad. So he went around the house. After going around the house several times, Harry decided that he was going to see where Mrs Figg was.

Eventually, he found her in her room, asleep. Harry quietly slipped out of the room, shutting the door slowly behind him. As he went downstairs, he caught sight of the time. 10:15.

He ran quietly back down the stairs. Harry took out his pen and paper and began to write.

Dear mum and dad,
Hi. I am at mrs figgs home now. You see uncle Vernon had to go out and took Dudley and aunt petunia with him! So I was left at mrs figgs as usual. She gave me a little ball that was red and gold and had a lion on the side. I love it. It was very nice of her. I said thank you to her. She is asleep right now and I don't want to wake her up. Oh and want to say goodnight to you as well. So anyway goodnight mum! Goodnight Dad! I love you.
Harry

Harry smiled and put the letter he had just written into an envelope. He then went into the living room, took out his blanket that he had taken from his cupboard, curled up on the couch and closed his eyes (after taking off his glasses first, obviously).

All too soon, the night was over and Mrs. Figg took Harry back to the Dursley's home. Harry said thanks to Mrs. Figg for looking after him for the night and knocked on the door.

Aunt petunia told him, quietly so that Mrs. Figg and the neighbors wouldn't hear, to go to his cupboard. Harry was only happy to.

After nodding to Mrs Figg, petunia shut the door and went back to spying on Mrs. Next- Door.

As he had just shut the door on his cupboard, Harry opened up his box that was full of his letters and the album, and put in his latest letter. He then put his blanket back on his bed.

Harry sighed.

Soon he was going to have some kind of chores to do, so he'd better not get used to it.

Surprisingly, aunt petunia unlocked his cupboard and told him that she was going up to bed and that he didn't have to do any chores. She slammed the door shut, locked it and stomped up to bed.

Harry didn't relax until he heard her and uncle Vernon's door shut.

This had to be the most surprising thing that had ever happened to him.

So, with nothing else to do, he curled up and slept.

That night, Harry had a strange dream. He was in a house, but he didn't recognize it as the Dursley's house. No, this house was not anything like Privet drive.

He looked up and saw a face coming into view. It was a woman, who had long, flowing red hair and green eyes that looked like emeralds. "Hi Harry" said the woman, who Harry assumed was his mother.

Harry giggled and another face came into view. It was a man with black hair that was extremely messy. "Pwongs" Harry said in the dream. He saw that his dad's eyes lit up with delight and he picked Harry up and spun him around.

Harry giggled again.

In the dream, Harry turned around and saw two men. One was a dark haired man with grey eyes. The other had sandy- brown hair with intelligent blue eyes.

When they saw Harry looking at them, they both smiled.

Suddenly, there was a tapping at the door. Someone was screaming at him to get up. Harry realised with a start that it was aunt petunia.

Harry sighed, but got up, not wanting get beaten if he didn't.

Star's note: Yeah kind of gruesome way to end the chapter, but oh well this was fun. I like to think that Harry's first word was Prongs (Even though it was "Pwongs" in the chapter!) Thanks for the reviews. Star

Charlie's note: Like Star said, this chapter was really fun. My favourite parts were Harry's dream and his letter. I also love how abruptly Harry's dream ends. Please review and PM us. Charlie!