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Harry's POV.
One more week until summer was over! Thank God for that. It had been really cool to talk with Sirius in letters, and to also share about what went on at school. I sat under the big oak tree in our backyard, resting after I'd been chased out of the house. Then Aunt Petunia saw me sitting there immediately came out.
"What are you doing?! Get out there, and stop lazing around!" She came forward and started to beat me with a broom, realizing how much I was unwanted I ran out of the backyard toward a small alley. It looked alright there was no one there and I just wanted to stay away from the house as long as I wasn't wanted. I picked up a small newspaper off the ground. It told of Sirius's escape again and how people were still looking for him. I smiled and shook my head. Sirius wouldn't be found that easily. I played with the cards in my pocket and watched as one by one the great wizards all disappeared. It began to grow dark, and I stood.
I'd better head home before Aunt Petunia throws a hissy-fit. Dudley pulled up from behind me, and he said goodbye to all of his biker friends, then waved. He then saw me, oh joy. He rubbed the top of my head, and I shoved his hand away. He smirked at me.
"What? Don't you like being appreciated by your older, better cousin?" I scoffed, and rolled my eyes.
"Oh, of course not! It's only that you tease and taunt me every chance you get! What a great guy! You probably kick puppies too!" Dudley scowled.
"Just appreciate that I haven't beaten you up yet." After those words the alley felt very cold. I shivered as I was filled with a cold sensation, like I would never be happy again. I then realized after I relived some of my worst memories. Dementors. I looked around and saw Dudley curling up in a ball int he corner of the alley. Dementors approached from the opposite side of the alley, moving swiftly. I yanked out my wand not caring about the Ministry at the moment, I have to protect myself. I roared out thinking of going to the Burrow.
"EXPECTO PATRONUM!" A bright silver stag erupted from my wand and chased down the Dementors. They limped away, and I grabbed Dudley's arm. Yanking him to his feet, I pulled him toward Number 4 Privet Drive. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon would kill me if I didn't get him home ok. He shivered, and I remembered how my first Dementor encounter went. He might be traumatized. Why were there Dementors here anyway, they aren't supposed to leave Azkaban. I felt the coldness regain hold of me as I neared the house. I ordered my stag to me.
"Come here!" It hopped over and warmth engaged me. I felt some of the weight Dudley burdened me with was lifted away. My stag carried Dudley to the porch then chased after the Dementors. I opened the door and pulled Dudley in. My Aunt Petunia rushed to greet whoever had come to the door. She saw Dudley and screeched.
"Dudley-kins!" She threw herself forward and hugged his body to her. His fingers shook, and he wrapped his arms around her. Then as if her wrath wouldn't be enough Uncle Vernon came in, isn't that just wonderful? He saw Dudley and turned to me roaring.
"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY SON?!" I squeezed my eyes closed.
"You said to never tell you anything having to do with magic, so I can't tell you." I said in the calmest voice I could muster. Uncle Vernon shook with rage.
"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME YOU DID THIS TO HIM?!" I frowned, and said very quietly.
"No, I didn't to anything to Dudley. We got attacked by Dementors." Then as if proving my point an owl flew into the room, and dropped a letter on the ground. Uncle Vernon roared once more.
"GET THOSE STUPID BIRDS OUT OF MY HOUSE! I WANT NOTHING TO DO WITH YOU!" The last word he yelled he pointed at me angrily. I opened the letter, and read it carefully sat on the stair steps.
To Whom it May Concern
An underage wizard was detected of just using magic at the hour of eight twenty-two on July seventh. An underage wizard has used magic near this location twice. Young wizard Harry Potter will come to a hearing to decide his fate on July twentieth. Please do not use any more spells and report to the Ministry with your wand. The wizengamot will decide your fate in that evening. Be ready to defend yourself.
Ministry of Magic
I slammed the letter between my hands. Uncle Vernon grabbed me by the hair and dragged me down the stairs to the living room. Dudley lay motionless on the couch. He sat me in a hair wooden chair then sat on the ground by Dudley.
"Boy! Tell me what happened to Dudley." He spoke calmly so I figured I should too.
"Well, I was sitting near the park when I decided to head home. Dudley came over from his tea with one of our neighbors. We walked down the alley when a cold feeling wrapped around us. I knew that feeling, Dementors are the only things to make someone feel that way. I had to use magic to protect Dudley and myself. Dudley might be traumatized from the experience. I don't know how it could affect him." Aunt Petunia let out a cry of worry and threw herself to crying on Dudley's chest. Uncle Vernon roared once more.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO TELL MY YOU DID THIS TO MY SON?!" I shook my head.
"No. Dementors make people experience their worst memories, like they won't ever be happy again." I knew the feeling all too well. Dudley then started to try and talk.
"M-m-monsters . . . t-t-th-there were . . . m-m-monsters." It was like hearing his voice made it seem like Christmas. Aunt Petunia hugged him to her saying.
"You'll be ok! You're gonna be alright!" Dudley wasn't done though. Thinking to myself I knew he'd get me into trouble.
"H-H-Harry . . . . he-he s-s-saved . . . . m-m-me. . ." Uncle Vernon jolted up from his seat. Aunt Petunia looked up in surprise. They both spoke at the same time.
"Let's take him to the hospital." They immediately started to throw things together. Uncle Vernon let Petunia start to pack up in the car, and he turned to me.
"You mess up anything in this house. You won't live to see the school of yours again." I nodded, and then he left locking the door. I stomped up to my room. Pigwidgeon was waiting at my window. There was a single sentence on it, no sentence saying who it was from of to. It just said.
We're coming now.
Joy rushed through me! This was Ron's owl that he'd told me about! I quickly started to fix my stuff throwing things into the trunk, and pulling any extra books together. I shoved everything into the large trunk. I pulled my robes on over my head, and put my wand into a pocket at the side. I dragged my stuff down the stairs. I would finally leave this place.
Yep! Ending it there, hope you liked this chapter. You can tell me if you support the same ships I do, but if you don't no one is forcing you to read this. This is fun for me and I enjoy any words of encouragement, or help. Thank you and please read the next chapter.