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A/N: Thanks for the reviews! My heart exploded! But still, let me know your opinion on this chapter. You are never a mean person when it comes to abusing the Dursleys
Fourth Chapter
These past few days, the Dursleys seem to be more strict and stuck out their eyes more on Harry. Every muscles moved, every words said, they would seem to be aware of it these days, because whenever Vernon Dursley would lock him inside his room the youth would give him a weird look.
He was unable to finish some of his chores these days because of being in company with Draco. The Dursleys grew suspicious of this, although he was lucky that he had been able to hid Draco from his uncle while he was 'on patrol', looking inside Harry's room at night to check if he's doing anything at all.
When his uncle would turn the lock outside his room, he would have this bit of gleam in his eyes knowing that his uncle would now be asleep with his horse-like wife together in bed now which he really didn't need to imagine, thank you very much. He could finally stay up all night, taking him until midnight to be with Draco.
This midnight was different though, when his uncle was on patrol he forgot to lock the door, his uncle was really getting old.
He was about to sleep. He gladly lay down his body on his bed, took his glasses off, and tucked himself in. But, before his tiredness completely consumed him he heard a knock at the door.
He almost rolled himself out of his bed but he was still, every nerves in his body was betraying him. He slowly sat up, wore his glasses, suddenly noticing his immediate trembling out of fear.
He figured that it wasn't the Dursleys. They weren't kind enough to knock at his door, even in his wildest dream, it seems beyond possibility.
Harry never believed in ghosts either. In fact, it was also be a miracle if a ghost choose the residence of the Dursley. No. Just no. Why would a ghost put itself in misery by entering a house with a fat, obese, child with his butt always glued to the couch, a walrus of a man as the head of the family, and his aunt who has a worse eyesight than him that she sees her family as a perfect one.
He walked slowly to the door, which was an idiotic approach actually, but he had no weapon so he decided that he would beat the crap out of the guy behind that closed door the moment one of them open the door first.
He also wished that the Dursleys would at least be merciful if not kind just by giving him a lampshade if this kind of situation occurred, but no such luck.
He cursed the door that he was walking on, it was giving small shrieks whenever he took a step, for heaven's sake he wasn't even that heavy.
He wanted to grab a weapon or jump out of the window but those were off of the table.
It was like the longest walk of his life, he felt as if he was welcoming a murderer. He gripped the doorknob like his life depended on it and open the door not without it creaking.
He was holding his breath, at a moment there he forgot to breath. Standing there at his doorway was a body, floating at about an inch from the floor, the figure was transparent that Harry only managed to see it because of the mere glow that was wrapping around 'it'.
It managed to utter a single word, the silence in the entire house making it seem like it shouted the word.
"Help."
And, as if on queue, he fainted.
BSBSBSBS
". . . upid freak!" The voice wake him up and made him notice the uncomfortable coldness that was not his bed.
His on the floor yet he didn't have a single idea how and why. He groaned as he his backbone become sore when he was only halfway from sitting straight up. He could also have groaned even more when he saw his uncle's face but, of course, that would earn him some pretty messed up consequences.
"Wha. . .?" He hadn't even finished that single word before the whole Dursley Family's glare made him fully wake up.
"Boy, what is this!?" His uncle asked him, his tone slightly intimidated him but even though the question was asked in a calm manner he wouldn't have known the answer to that.
"I don't know why I'm here," he said. "I swe- -"
It hit him like he jumped right in front of a train. Something to do with ghosts. Yes, that's it. He saw an apparition last night, just thinking about it made him want to faint again.
"What is it?" His aunt hissed. "Have you lost your tongue, boy?"
"No, I. . . . I. . . ." he didn't know what to say or what not to say.
Before his uncle decided to clutch his shirt and scream at him, the doorbell rung and everyone paused.
"I'll get that," his aunt said before giving him a look. "Vernon, honey, don't do anything to that freak, it might be the neighbors. I don't want my image getting stained."
He sighed in relief, earning a glare from the three of them.
"In your room," his uncle said. "Now!"
He jumped up and carefully closed the door before sighing heavily in relief again.
BSBSBSBS
To her dismay, Petunia Dursley didn't get the visit that she expected. Instead, he saw a man standing at her porch steps not without getting extremely curious about the whereabouts of the man. Maybe he was just going to ask for directions.
"May I help you, sir?" She asked.
The man smiled at her, his eyes twinkling showing more of his wrinkles at the side of his eyes.
"Ah, Mrs. Dursley?"
"Yes, that's me," she said before giving him a nervous small laugh. It might perhaps be unpaid bills or something of importance.
"I'm here for important matters to discuss with you and also your husband as well."
"And who are you, sir?"
"I'm Albus. Albus Dumbledore."