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Harry Potter and the end of the Dursley's
Chapter One: Hedwig's trips
It was the summer before Harry's sixth year, and he was once again sitting in the smallest bedroom in the house at number four Privet Drive. He had been back with the Dursley's for two weeks, and they had left him alone. He had only left his room to go to the bathroom, he hadn't eaten a single meal with his Aunt, Uncle, and cousin. He had been surviving on the daily packages that Hedwig had been delivering. He was mourning his godfather and friend, Sirius Black, who had fallen into the veil in the department of mysteries, after being hit by a curse thrown by Beletrix Lestrange.
Every afternoon, Hedwig flew off to the Burrow and came back with a package of food from the Weasley's. Tonight was no different, Hedwig was perched on the outside of his window, a package and letter tied to her leg. "Have you been to see Mrs.Weasley again?" he asked the beautiful snowy owl, untying her burden and giving her a few owl treats. Hedwig hooted and nipped his finger. Harry ruffled the smooth feathers on her head, and then opened the letter. He stretched out on his bed and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I'm sending this letter with Hedwig's nightly package, hoping that you'll read it. I'm worried about you, Harry. Without fail, every night since the term ended, Hedwig has shown up at dinner. She's not carrying a letter, so I have to wonder if those horrible muggles are feeding you. So I pack up food and send it with her, praying that mum won't notice and come charging in there hexing everyone in her path. Harry, are you okay? You can't blame yourself for what happened to Sirius. I would have done the same thing, there are only two people to blame for it, Beletrix Lestrange and Voldemort. You are one of the most caring people that I know, you wouldn't have done anything if you had known that something like that was going to happen. Just know that if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. And if I don't hear from you soon, I'll come there myself and hex those awful muggles.
Ginny
Harry read the letter twice then reached for the package that had come with the note. Inside were two of Mrs.Weasley's meat pies, some fresh baked bread, and a bottle of butterbeer. Harry hid one of the pies and half of the bread under the loose floorboard under his bed, then ate the other with the rest of the bread and the butterbeer. Then he walked over to his desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and his quill and sat to write a note to Ginny.
Dear Ginny,
Thank you for the dinner packages, it makes it easier to ignore the muggles if I don't have to join them for meals. They have been mostly ignoring me since I came home. Believe me, them ignoring me is the best thing that could happen. I don't know if your mum coming and hexing them is a good thing or a bad thing. I wouldn't want her to get in trouble, but it would be funny to see them all hexed. It was nice of you to write to me, I just haven't been up to writing letters. After I read yours, I felt the need to write you back. It's nice to know that you are there for me to talk to, I'll remember that.
Thanks, Harry
He folded up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg, "Take this letter to Ginny," he told her, rubbing her head. "I know that you just came back from there, but I don't want her to wait till tomorrow." Hedwig hooted and flew out the window. Harry walked over to his bed and got into his pajamas, curled up in the bed and went to sleep.
Harry woke to a tapping on his window. Hedwig had returned, he got up from the bed and opened the window so that she could fly into the room. "I didn't expect you back until tonight," he told her, rubbing her head. He took the parchment from her leg and sat down on the bed to read.
Dear Harry,
Mum found out about the nightly deliveries. She contacted Dumbledore by floo and is sending me by portkey to get you. Aurors are here at the Burrow putting up more protective wards, so that you will be safe here for the rest of the summer. Ron would be coming to get you, but he is going to pick up Hermione. Her parents are going into hiding, so she'll be staying her too. Expect me around eleven o'clock this morning. Have everything ready to go, we'll only have a few minutes before the portkey will re-activate.
Ginny
Harry looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. He only had about half an hour to get his things packed and be ready to go to the Burrow. He quickly pulled on a pair of muggle jeans and a t-shirt, and then started throwing his things in his trunk He cleaned out the space under the loose
floorboard, and pulled his trunk down the stairs.
"What do you think you are doing, boy?" Uncle Vernon bellowed, his face turning slightly purple.
Harry looked up at him, "The Weasley's are coming to get me in about ten minutes. I'll be spending the rest of the summer with them," Harry told him, sitting down on his trunk and rubbing Hedwig's feathers through the bars of her cage.
"Those freaks are coming here?" he yelled. "I will not have those people in my house."
Harry gave him a cold look. "They will only be here for a few minutes. Just long enough for the portkey to activate," he explained. His uncle stomped out of the room, shaking the walls as he went. Harry sat there, not knowing where Ginny was going to appear.
A few minutes later, he heard a pop and a loud crash from the living room. He jumped up and ran into the living room, where he saw Ginny standing in the middle of the room, her wand in her one hand and a book in the other, His Uncle lying in the overturned chair, his Aunt and Cousin cowering in the corner, and Ginny looking around until she spotted him. "Oh, Harry. I thought that I was in the wrong place. Are you ready to go?" she asked, smiling. "Mum has been cooking since she talked to Dumbledore. These muggles are lucky that she didn't come to get you. She would have hexed them into next week," she told him, walking over to him. "Where are your things?" she asked, looking around the room again.
"In the hallway, we can leave from there, right?" he asked, watching his Uncle's face get darker and darker purple. Harry quickly lead her into hallway and over to his trunk.
"Sure, the portkey will be re-activating any minute now," she said, sitting down on the edge of his trunk. Ginny put her wand in her pocket and grabbed a hold of Hedwig's cage, Harry grabbed the handle of his trunk and they both placed a hand on the book. A minute later, he felt the pull behind his navel and they appeared in the kitchen of the Burrow.
Mrs.Weasley rushed over and gave Harry a big hug. "I'm so glad that you're here, Harry dear. When I figured out that Ginny was sending you food every day, I could have just hexed those awful muggles. I flooed Dumbledore and insisted that he allow you to come here for the rest of the summer," she told him, ushering him over to the table. "Sit down and I'll have breakfast for you in just a minute."
"Thank you, Mrs.Weasley," Harry said, sitting down and looking over at a laughing Ginny.
"Ginny dear, go up and wake Fred and George, have them come and fetch Harry's things and take them up to Ron's room," she told her daughter. She waved her wand and sent plates of sausages, rashers of bacon and mounds of eggs to the table. She set a plate in front of Harry, "Dig in, everyone else should be down in just a minute." As Harry reached for the eggs, he heard a thumping on the stairs. He looked up to see Ron, his hair disheveled and still in his pajamas, heading for the table.
"Harry mate, good to see you. I hope that Ginny coming to get you wasn't too much of a shock. I'm supposed to be leaving in a few minutes to collect Hermione," Ron told him, reaching for a sausage. "Dumbledore is sending her parents into hiding, just to keep them safe. So she's going to be spending the rest of the summer here with us." Ron stuffed another sausage in his mouth and turned toward the stairs. "I won't be long."
A few minutes later, Ron came back down the stairs. He had changed into muggle jeans and a t-shirt, and he had brushed his hair. "I have to go and get Hermione, will you be okay here mate?" Ron asked, reaching across the table for a piece of toast.
"It's not like I'm going to be here alone. Your Mum, Ginny, Bill, Charlie and the twins are here. I'll be fine," Harry told him, taking another piece of toast. "How about a game of Quidditch when you get back?" he asked.
"Sure thing Mate," Ron said. "I should be back soon." Ron grabbed a pinch of floo powder from the flower pot on the mantle and threw it into the flames. "Hermione Granger's house," he shouted and stepped into the flames.
Harry quickly finished his breakfast and took his plate to the sink. "Can I help you with the dishes, Mrs.Weasley?" he asked.
"No dear, you go on out to the garden with Ginny," she told him.
Ginny grabbed her broom and motioned to Harry. He grabbed his broom and followed her out the door.
A/N: Please review, so that I know if I should continue.
Harry Potter and the end of the Dursley's
Chapter One: Hedwig's trips
It was the summer before Harry's sixth year, and he was once again sitting in the smallest bedroom in the house at number four Privet Drive. He had been back with the Dursley's for two weeks, and they had left him alone. He had only left his room to go to the bathroom, he hadn't eaten a single meal with his Aunt, Uncle, and cousin. He had been surviving on the daily packages that Hedwig had been delivering. He was mourning his godfather and friend, Sirius Black, who had fallen into the veil in the department of mysteries, after being hit by a curse thrown by Beletrix Lestrange.
Every afternoon, Hedwig flew off to the Burrow and came back with a package of food from the Weasley's. Tonight was no different, Hedwig was perched on the outside of his window, a package and letter tied to her leg. "Have you been to see Mrs.Weasley again?" he asked the beautiful snowy owl, untying her burden and giving her a few owl treats. Hedwig hooted and nipped his finger. Harry ruffled the smooth feathers on her head, and then opened the letter. He stretched out on his bed and began to read.
Dear Harry,
I'm sending this letter with Hedwig's nightly package, hoping that you'll read it. I'm worried about you, Harry. Without fail, every night since the term ended, Hedwig has shown up at dinner. She's not carrying a letter, so I have to wonder if those horrible muggles are feeding you. So I pack up food and send it with her, praying that mum won't notice and come charging in there hexing everyone in her path. Harry, are you okay? You can't blame yourself for what happened to Sirius. I would have done the same thing, there are only two people to blame for it, Beletrix Lestrange and Voldemort. You are one of the most caring people that I know, you wouldn't have done anything if you had known that something like that was going to happen. Just know that if you need someone to talk to, I'm here. And if I don't hear from you soon, I'll come there myself and hex those awful muggles.
Ginny
Harry read the letter twice then reached for the package that had come with the note. Inside were two of Mrs.Weasley's meat pies, some fresh baked bread, and a bottle of butterbeer. Harry hid one of the pies and half of the bread under the loose floorboard under his bed, then ate the other with the rest of the bread and the butterbeer. Then he walked over to his desk, pulled out a piece of parchment and his quill and sat to write a note to Ginny.
Dear Ginny,
Thank you for the dinner packages, it makes it easier to ignore the muggles if I don't have to join them for meals. They have been mostly ignoring me since I came home. Believe me, them ignoring me is the best thing that could happen. I don't know if your mum coming and hexing them is a good thing or a bad thing. I wouldn't want her to get in trouble, but it would be funny to see them all hexed. It was nice of you to write to me, I just haven't been up to writing letters. After I read yours, I felt the need to write you back. It's nice to know that you are there for me to talk to, I'll remember that.
Thanks, Harry
He folded up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg, "Take this letter to Ginny," he told her, rubbing her head. "I know that you just came back from there, but I don't want her to wait till tomorrow." Hedwig hooted and flew out the window. Harry walked over to his bed and got into his pajamas, curled up in the bed and went to sleep.
Harry woke to a tapping on his window. Hedwig had returned, he got up from the bed and opened the window so that she could fly into the room. "I didn't expect you back until tonight," he told her, rubbing her head. He took the parchment from her leg and sat down on the bed to read.
Dear Harry,
Mum found out about the nightly deliveries. She contacted Dumbledore by floo and is sending me by portkey to get you. Aurors are here at the Burrow putting up more protective wards, so that you will be safe here for the rest of the summer. Ron would be coming to get you, but he is going to pick up Hermione. Her parents are going into hiding, so she'll be staying her too. Expect me around eleven o'clock this morning. Have everything ready to go, we'll only have a few minutes before the portkey will re-activate.
Ginny
Harry looked over at the clock and jumped out of bed. He only had about half an hour to get his things packed and be ready to go to the Burrow. He quickly pulled on a pair of muggle jeans and a t-shirt, and then started throwing his things in his trunk He cleaned out the space under the loose
floorboard, and pulled his trunk down the stairs.
"What do you think you are doing, boy?" Uncle Vernon bellowed, his face turning slightly purple.
Harry looked up at him, "The Weasley's are coming to get me in about ten minutes. I'll be spending the rest of the summer with them," Harry told him, sitting down on his trunk and rubbing Hedwig's feathers through the bars of her cage.
"Those freaks are coming here?" he yelled. "I will not have those people in my house."
Harry gave him a cold look. "They will only be here for a few minutes. Just long enough for the portkey to activate," he explained. His uncle stomped out of the room, shaking the walls as he went. Harry sat there, not knowing where Ginny was going to appear.
A few minutes later, he heard a pop and a loud crash from the living room. He jumped up and ran into the living room, where he saw Ginny standing in the middle of the room, her wand in her one hand and a book in the other, His Uncle lying in the overturned chair, his Aunt and Cousin cowering in the corner, and Ginny looking around until she spotted him. "Oh, Harry. I thought that I was in the wrong place. Are you ready to go?" she asked, smiling. "Mum has been cooking since she talked to Dumbledore. These muggles are lucky that she didn't come to get you. She would have hexed them into next week," she told him, walking over to him. "Where are your things?" she asked, looking around the room again.
"In the hallway, we can leave from there, right?" he asked, watching his Uncle's face get darker and darker purple. Harry quickly lead her into hallway and over to his trunk.
"Sure, the portkey will be re-activating any minute now," she said, sitting down on the edge of his trunk. Ginny put her wand in her pocket and grabbed a hold of Hedwig's cage, Harry grabbed the handle of his trunk and they both placed a hand on the book. A minute later, he felt the pull behind his navel and they appeared in the kitchen of the Burrow.
Mrs.Weasley rushed over and gave Harry a big hug. "I'm so glad that you're here, Harry dear. When I figured out that Ginny was sending you food every day, I could have just hexed those awful muggles. I flooed Dumbledore and insisted that he allow you to come here for the rest of the summer," she told him, ushering him over to the table. "Sit down and I'll have breakfast for you in just a minute."
"Thank you, Mrs.Weasley," Harry said, sitting down and looking over at a laughing Ginny.
"Ginny dear, go up and wake Fred and George, have them come and fetch Harry's things and take them up to Ron's room," she told her daughter. She waved her wand and sent plates of sausages, rashers of bacon and mounds of eggs to the table. She set a plate in front of Harry, "Dig in, everyone else should be down in just a minute." As Harry reached for the eggs, he heard a thumping on the stairs. He looked up to see Ron, his hair disheveled and still in his pajamas, heading for the table.
"Harry mate, good to see you. I hope that Ginny coming to get you wasn't too much of a shock. I'm supposed to be leaving in a few minutes to collect Hermione," Ron told him, reaching for a sausage. "Dumbledore is sending her parents into hiding, just to keep them safe. So she's going to be spending the rest of the summer here with us." Ron stuffed another sausage in his mouth and turned toward the stairs. "I won't be long."
A few minutes later, Ron came back down the stairs. He had changed into muggle jeans and a t-shirt, and he had brushed his hair. "I have to go and get Hermione, will you be okay here mate?" Ron asked, reaching across the table for a piece of toast.
"It's not like I'm going to be here alone. Your Mum, Ginny, Bill, Charlie and the twins are here. I'll be fine," Harry told him, taking another piece of toast. "How about a game of Quidditch when you get back?" he asked.
"Sure thing Mate," Ron said. "I should be back soon." Ron grabbed a pinch of floo powder from the flower pot on the mantle and threw it into the flames. "Hermione Granger's house," he shouted and stepped into the flames.
Harry quickly finished his breakfast and took his plate to the sink. "Can I help you with the dishes, Mrs.Weasley?" he asked.
"No dear, you go on out to the garden with Ginny," she told him.
Ginny grabbed her broom and motioned to Harry. He grabbed his broom and followed her out the door.
A/N: Please review, so that I know if I should continue.