Chapter 2 – An unexpected guest
"Marge!"
"Petunia, so good to see you again." said Aunt Marge as she stepped over the threshold.
"We weren't expecting you until noon." stammered Aunt Petunia, as she backed into the wall to make way for Marge's dog, Ripper.
"Yes, but my train was cancelled, it was a good thing I got to the station 7 hours early, or I wouldn't be here at all, they only had one extra seat available on a train to Little Whinging," explained Marge.
"Would you like to come through to the kitchen, Vernon, Dudley and I have just sat down for breakfast." And with that, Aunt Marge led the way into the kitchen, Aunt Petunia followed, but not before glancing up the stairs and giving Harry a worried look.
Upon seeing Aunt Marge appear at the front door, Harry had hastily shoved his wand into the back pocket of his jeans, and slunk back into the shadows until he saw Aunt Marge leave for the kitchen, then he had moved out into the open to shoot a worried look in Aunt Petunia's direction, which she had returned. Harry ran back into his room, and hurried to find a quill and parchment, meaning he had to unpack his trunk! After a long, and exhausting search, which resulted in most of his wizarding things being strewn all across his room, Harry found a quill and some parchment, and wrote a quickly scribbled note to Ron,
Dear Ron,
I need you to get your dad to contact the Order A.S.A.P.
Aunt Marge has just turned up, so we need to think of another plan to get me out of here, after all, we can't have wizards and witches randomly appearing in the fireplace right in front of Aunt Marge, she's already had to have her memory wiped once because she saw magic.
From,
Harry
Harry opened Hedwig's cage door and quickly attached the letter to her leg.
"Take this to Ron as quickly as you can," said Harry, while fumbling with the latch on his window. He opened the window, and Hedwig, who understood the urgency of this letter, took off at such speed, that she was nothing but a white blur to Harry. She was quickly out of sight, but Harry couldn't help but wonder if she would make it in time. Glancing at the clock, he saw that it was already 8 o'clock. It had taken him, Ron, Fred and George a full night to travel to the Burrow by car, but he trusted Hedwig, and knew that she would do the best she could. Closing the window, Harry turned and, for the first time, registered the fact that his room was a mess, and the contents of his trunk was no longer in his trunk! Harry sighed, as he began to find and pick up all of his items, and cram them back into his trunk. After all, if the letter did get to Ron on time – and, of course, it would – Harry would be leaving in less than 2 hours.