So here is the next chapter. I have something IMPORTANT to say. I just wanted to let you guys know that the next few weeks I will not be updating. I AM NOT abandoning this story or any of my other works. I am simply going on vacation. I am going to the Softball World Series, followed by the twin fest and kingdom bound. I will not be able to get to a computer during those days. Don't worry I will be back August 8th and will try to get out an update as soon as I can. I just wanted to let you guys know so you didn't think I was abandoning you guys. Anyway here is the next installment. Hopefully you guys like it.

Chapter Four:

Three hours later Harry was anxiously waiting for Vernon to tell him to get the mail. He had never been this anxious before in his life. He guessed that the knowledge of being able to go back to Hogwarts was making him so jumpy. He really missed the place. The last time he saw it was when he was helping rebuild it after the war. He missed the place. It was his first real home.

"Get the mail, Dudley," Vernon said from behind the newspaper he was reading.

"Make Harry get it," Dudley replied shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"Get the mail, Harry," Vernon said turning a page in the newspaper.

"I will not fail you!" Harry said as he stood up. Vernon looked over the newspaper at Harry and gave him a stern look. Harry didn't notice as he left the kitchen and headed towards the door. He picked up the letters from the floor. He flipped through them. Bills, bills, bills, Aunt Marge, bills, bills, bills, and at last it was the Hogwarts letter. He quickly opened it on sight. He smelled the fresh parchment of the letter. It smelled of Hogwarts. He turned around and entered the kitchen.

"Here you go Uncle," Harry said handing him the mail.

"Dad! Dad! Harry's got a letter!" Dudley shouted as bits of bacon came out of his mouth.

"Very good Dudley. You can see," Harry said.

"Give it here boy!" Vernon shouted.

"No!" Harry replied. "It is my Hogwarts letter!"

Petunia let out a shriek and dropped the plate she was carrying over to the sink. It fell to the floor with a signature crack. Harry looked at it in pity. There was no need to kill a poor plate on the case of him getting his letter. He gave himself a moment of silence for the poor plate. His Uncle and Aunt on the other hand began yelling.

"There is no such thing as Hogwarts!" Vernon yelled.

"Yes there is," Harry said. "I've been there."

"Don't you lie boy," Petunia scowled.

Harry frowned this made him mad. Being told that he was lying always sparked the anger flame and this time it began to flare.

"I'm not lying. You should know all about Hogwarts Petunia. My mom went there and so did my dad. I honestly don't get where people think I'm lying. I have never once lied to you, or to the toad, or Fudge, but for some reason everyone thinks that I am untrustworthy. I'm not a liar guys. I not a liar like Dudley. You know every time he says he is at Piers house he is really beating up some poor old kid at the park. Do you guys even realize how much this neighborhood dislikes you? Your son is a bully. A selfish bully and you've taught him to be like that. You've taught him that if he cries he can get whatever he wants. You are turning him into a fat walrus. Do you know what that is going to do to him later in life? He's almost the size of a baby whale! That's not healthy. And let me tell you Petunia. No one cares about your garden or how green your lawn is or your car or anything. Stop thinking about what other people think about you. Nobody cares. Seriously! Pretty much everyone in this neighborhood dislikes you. They know what you guys are doing to me. They can tell when I'm out in 100 degree weather mowing the lawn or weeding the garden and you guys are all out for ice cream. You guys are stupid if you think they don't know. And about being a wizard, I know, and you want to know the sad part? At the Wizarding bank, Gringotts, I've got stacks of money. Money that would keep you guys from ever having to work again. But you know what. You will NEVER see any of that money. None of it! Why would I ever give people who abused me and treated me like dirt anything? And all you got to blame is yourself," Harry ranted in anger.

"IN THE CUPBOARD NOW!" Vernon shouted.

Harry figured this was coming. He really needed to control his temper. Oh why did he have to inherit his mother's wild temper was beyond him. Why couldn't he inherit more of his father's prankster side? Life would have been more fun if he had.

Harry made his way to his cupboard. Behind him Uncle Vernon locked the door. Harry sat down on his bed. He would sneak off later in the night when everyone was sleeping. He figured he would be locked in the cupboard until Hagrid came to get him. That wouldn't be until another week or two. Oh why did Sirius have to leave?

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Sirius made himself to the Leaky Cauldron. He disguised himself with blond hair and a short blond beard. He casually walked into the pub. He immediately saw the wizard he was visiting sitting across the room. He walked over to the man with a kind smile on his face.

"Excuse me sir, is this where I go for my interview?"

The man looked up. He had a twinkle in his eyes.

"Why yes, Mr…"

"Mr. Smith, Lee Smith," Sirius said reaching out his hand.

"Albus Dumbledore," the mad replied shaking Sirius hand. "Now we are here to discuss the position of—"

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A week had gone buy with Harry sneaking out at night when his relatives asleep. He was bored and out of ideas. He snuck up to Dudley's room and hid toy rats, and some dead rats that Mrs Figgs cat's brought him. They seemed to think that Harry needed them. It didn't really matter to Harry. He was use to touching dead rats when Hedwig brought them to him. Besides ever since he found out that Dudley hated rats he used them to his advantage.

Harry turned Petunia's hair neon pink as she was sleeping and shaved off Vernon's mustache. He looked really different without it. Harry always made sure to be locked away in the cupboard as the morning went on. He had to admit he was pretty amused when he woke up to here Dudley screaming bloody murder. His scream was shortly followed by Aunt Petunia's who hated to see rodents in the house. The next few nights were filled with Aunt Petunia and Vernon screaming as they awoke to their new features. Aunt Petunia was horrified by her pink hair and would not leave the house. Vernon was greatly upset that his mustache was gone. Apparently he had a few coworkers make some comments. They blamed Harry but they never had any proof. In Harry's defense he was still locked away in a cupboard. Of course that didn't stop them for deciding to lock him in the rest of summer. He didn't mind though. Hagrid would be coming soon and so would his escape.

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