CHAPTER 3
Harry carefully tiptoed down the stairs making sure not to make any sudden movement or noises, as he did every breakfast morning, now. Ever since he had come back from Hogwarts the Durselys had been acing very strange around his presence. When he stepped of the train station Dudley had ran all the way back to the car screaming "Evil!" on the top of his lungs. Aunt Petunia had been giving him more food than before, mostly meat, which as a result caused an angry Dudley since he had been on a diet. Uncle Vernon had not spoken to him since, not that Harry really cared, but it was awkward being near him and not receiving an insult.
Slowly he moved to his seat on the dining table and was greeted by silence and a plate filled with warm pancakes. Taken aback by this gesture Harry hesitated before he began shoveling it in his mouth, even though they had been doing it for the past two weeks he couldn't get used to the idea.
When he ate nearly half way through them he felt he could eat no longer and put his fork down. Aunt Petunia gave a disapproving look; she would have to throw them out again. Reluctantly, Harry remained at the table; he wanted to tell them that Mr. Weasley would be coming, after all the previous unexpected visits had turned to disaster, it was only fair he warn them this time.
"Ahem", Harry cleared his throat and got the Dursleys undivided attention. "Er, you know Ron's dad." He saw the Dursleys grimace, "Well he's going to come at the end of next week and uh, pick me up."
Uncle Vernon looked like a beet red tomato and his vein was throbbing so much Harry considered ducking for cover. Aunt Petunia was white a sheet and looked ready hit him with a fry pan. And Dudley, well lets just say he looked ready to have an accident on the carpet, there was fear in his eyes and satisfied with the results Harry left the table calmly.
Harry nearly skipped his way to his room. He was leaving early, he wouldn't have to see them again and he'd be able to spend his time with Ron and Hermione at Bill's wedding. After that he could go back to Hogwarts and ---
He stopped and sat stiffly on his bed. No, he couldn't, he couldn't go back to Hogwarts, he had other plans. Much more important plans. Defeating Voldemort was his new destiny. It had always been and he was going to complete his destiny.