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I hope you enjoy this story that I got from katie13 (yes another one) that she said that she had never put up on this site.

Chapter 3

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Back at Harry's
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Harry Potter was in a pool of his own blood and in dire need of help. Without any warning, Harry began to glow again, but this time it only healed his cuts and saved his life, but for some reason he still had all of the bruises. Exhausted, but relieved, Harry fell asleep.

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He woke up in the middle of the night by a light tapping sound on his window. Harry got up and padded across the room, pushing open the window and letting a small owl fly in. It was Pig (Ron's owl), with a note attached to his leg. He removed the note with some difficulty and read it:

Harry,

Are the muggles feeding you? How is your summer? Mom and dad keep asking Dumbledore if you can come over. If you need anything, ask!

Ron

Quickly, Harry drew a line after Ron's letter and scrawled with his quill,

Ron,
I've been better.
Harry

Harry attached the letter to the overeager Pig's leg and watched him fly off in to the night.

Suddenly, Harry heard something behind him. He whirled around and gasped involuntarily. A bright white light had appeared in the middle of his room and a man and a woman stepped out.

"Listen to us, Harry!" the woman said.

"We know that you are having a hard time," the man continued.

"But listen, you need to get help here fast!" the woman spoke again, urgently.

"It is not safe for you here," Said the man, looking at Harry intently.

"Leave this place!" the woman looked very worried.

"We are watching over you, but we cannot help you," Said the man, still looking Harry in the eyes.

"Please, tell someone!" The woman concluded.

In another flash of brilliant white light, the two disappeared and Harry was left staring at the place where they had been only a few seconds ago.

Shaking his head as if to clear away the images of a dream, Harry returned to bed and was no sooner awoken by Uncle Vernon entering the room.

"So!" the man hissed, looking madder than Harry had ever seen him, "So! If you die, then I can sell MY HOUSE! I'm telling you now, boy," he said, advancing on Harry, "You will not eat anything while you are in MY HOUSE! But don't think I will let you laze about, oh no," Uncle Vernon said, by his time looking downright insane.

"You will not be lazy, you will work!" Uncle Vernon yelled. Before Harry could say or do anything, he gave Harry another beating, leaving Harry fearing whatever Uncle Vernon would do to him next.

Uncle Vernon left and Harry spotted a piece of paper Uncle Vernon had dropped on the floor accidentally. Curiously, Harry walked over and picked it up. It was a letter addressed to his uncle. Deciding that it couldn't hurt to do so, Harry opened the letter and found out why his uncle wanted him dead.

Dear Mr. Dursley,


My name is J. L. Smith and I was Mr. and Mrs. Evans' lawyer. You wrote me asking how to sell the house of #4, Privet Drive. I am instructed to tell you that the house is not yours to sell. In Mr. and Mrs. Evans' last will the house was left to Lily Evans. When she married she agreed to let your family live in the house for a while. However, after her death the house went into a trust for her son Harry Potter and according to her last will Harry Potter will be able to rightfully claim the house at the age of fifteen years.

Yours sincerely,

Mr. J. L. Smith

So that was the reason uncle Vernon wanted him dead. The house of #4, Privet Drive, belonged to him. This could mean that Uncle Vernon would kill him to get the house.

He needed to get help quickly because if Uncle Vernon wanted to sell the house for some reason and Harry was in his way, Harry was sure that Uncle Vernon would stop at almost nothing to get what he wanted- not even if it meant killing his nephew.

It was bad luck that Hedwig was out hunting this night.

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