Fantasy Of Spring

Harry dashed down the stairs, three at a time. He stared at the strange sight which was greeting him at the foot of the stairs. Aunt Petunia was shrieking at the top of her voice while Dudley was hiding under the coffee table (a great feat since he had grown even fatter). An owl was on top of the table and there was a red smoking letter in Petunia's hand - a howler. Uncle Vernon was shaking with fury when he saw Harry. "You great fool! What sort of rubbish did your idiotic friends tried to send to your aunt now?" he hollered. Harry stood, staring at the strange sight. Who in the world would send her a Howler? Perhaps Professor Dumbledore? Could he have known of Harry's misery? What about the Howler upstairs? "Oh shit!" Harry yelled. He dashed up the stairs but it was too late. An explosion was heard, causing dust from the top of the house to come falling down. "I am back, Harry!" was heard from upstairs, just as “I am back, Petunia!” was heard from somewhere below. The voice was loud and ghastly. The Howler in the kitchen had exploded, too! Aunt Petunia was shivering madly and Harry was being herded up back to his bedroom by the angry Uncle. "Sixteen years I brought you up, only resulting in fears and rubbish. If I could go back in time, I'd listen to Marge and send you straight to the orphanage." Harry shivered slightly at the cold. Hedwig was hooting madly, undoubtedly scared by the Howler. Harry decided to give it a try and let Hedwig fly. He was going to send a letter to Dumbledore, something he had managed to avoid for 3 weeks!


Dear Professor Dumbledore,
I received a Howler today, as did Aunt Petunia! I can’t think of anyone who would send us both a howler! The voice that spoke was ghastly and haunting. It said “I AM BACK!” Do you have any idea who it might have been? Please reply as soon as possible along with any news on when I should be leaving the Dursley’s. Thanks.
Yours,
Harry Potter
On a second thought he decided to add,
Ps: May I know when is Sirius funeral and whether I, the main cause of EVERYTHING am allow to be part of it.


He tied the scroll up and called Hedwig over. Watching the joyful bird fly, he felt as if something had been taken care of. He felt safe and calm....Harry fell into a deep but scary sleep.


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"Wormtail!" he called out. The voice was croaky, unlike his own. "Yes? Master?"

"Is the potion ready?" he asked.

He felt nervous and excited... "Yes master! Severus has prepared it."

"You fool! How could you entrust that oily slime-ball of traitor to make the potion? Did you or did you not tell him of our great plan?" He was so furious and wished to kill the trembling man before him. But he will wait, Harry Potter is worth waiting... "No master! I only told him to prepare the potion."

"You better be..." He was anxious. It was only then Harry realized he was in a graveyard. "Well, well...Hello Mr. Potter. Welcome to my thoughts. But I think it is time for YOU TO GET OUT!"


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"Ah!" Harry awoke with a start. Did he enter Voldemort's thoughts? And Voldemort did know of it? "Ouch!" Hedwig bit Harry's finger in frustration. Harry saw the letter replying to the one he had sent earlier, but he also saw 3 more letters. Ripping the first one apart, he recognized Ron's writing.



Harry! Why haven’t you replied to us? Hermione came to The Burrow and she is staying with Ginny. Mum invite you over and she is asking Dumbledore for the invitation. Please reply this letter. Ron.



Sighing, he tore the rest apart.



Harry. This is Fred and George. We welcome you for a 3 days stay in The Burrow! Please let us know and we will arrange your flight as soon as possible.



Harry! Oh please reply this letter. I have come to stay in Burrow and Ginny misses you! We all do Harry. Haven't you heard? A new exchange student from Beauxbatons is coming. She is Head Girl there. Let's hope she is in Gryffindor eh? Please Harry, reply! Hermione.



At least he saw Dumbledore's familiar writing.



Harry. I do not know who might be the one sending the Howler but I have a good guess. However, please keep calm and remain focus. Enemy is everywhere Harry, keep a lookout and please be careful. Do not alarm anyone. If you have any queries please send me an owl. Sirius funeral will be held soon and Mrs. Weasley has invited you over to stay. She and Ron will be arriving at Privet Drive tomorrow. Please let your aunt and uncle know about it. Do not, I repeat be rash! Dumbledore.


Harry stared at the letters. So, Ron is coming tomorrow and he will be out of his misery soon. With that in mind, Harry happily packed his belongings.


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"What? Your bloody friends are coming today? Have you got any time concept? You should have told us earlier! What time did they say they'd come?" Uncle Vernon glared at Harry.

"Erm... soon." The truth was, Harry had no idea when. Dumbledore didn’t mention anything.

"I hope they will come properly, eh? I remember that time they tried traveling by that Glue Power, and blasted the whole house away."

"Actually, it’s Floo Powder.“ Harry fought back a laugh.

"It is not funny boy!"

A while later, the doorbell ring. "Answer it." Uncle Vernon straightened his bow tie.

"Hello Harry!" He was greeted by Mrs. Weasley, followed by Ron.

"Hi Mrs. Weasley. Hi Ron," he said.

"Is this your Uncle? Hello!" Mrs. Weasley was trying hard to be cheerful and friendly despite Uncle Vernon's nasty grin.

"Hello alright." Uncle Vernon pushed Harry's luggage out and slammed the door.

"Well. Isn't your uncle rude?" Ron grinned. Mrs. Weasley pushed Harry's luggage to the back of the car and drove on.

"Wow, Mrs. Weasley! I never knew you could drive!" Harry said. Mrs. Weasley just grinned. As the car moved on, Harry was on his way to what he thought would be the best summer...