The American Pure-Blood: Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets [Book 2]

Chapter I: Rescue Mission at Privet Drive

Someone's POV

                      After Zach, began staying with the Weasley, he helped around with every chore they needed to. He really wanted to keep himself busy or he would start worrying too much about Harry not answering their mail. Zach didn't mind de-gnomeing  their yard, it was kind of entertaining. And when he was finished with that he usually took Hocus for a walk. He always kept that pattern every day when he de-gnomes the yard. When the twins and Ron played Quidditch, Zach also joined them just to show the twins how good he is. He hoped they can vouch for him when the term starts.  At times when Zach and Ron weren't doing any chores they usually stayed in Ron's room talking about Quidditch or Ron teasing Zach about not having hi growth sport which really annoyed Zach and retaliated with calling Ron, Ronnie pooh which also annoyed Zach. One afternoon, Zach was worried sick about Harry. He still hasn't written back and it made him think something was wrong with him. He kept passing left and right in Ron's Room. 
                                                "Could you stop that? You are making me inpatient mate." Ron said from his bed setting up hi wizard's chess chessman. 
                                                "Don't you worry about Harry? What is his family is treating him awfully. or maybe they are stealing his letters before they even get in hi hands. Ron i don't trust that Walrus man as far as I can throw him with the Knockback Jinx Flipendo." Zach said still passing as he wondered what was Harry going through. 
                                            

                   Meanwhile on Number four Privet drive, Harry was in his room viewing the album of pictures given to him by Hagrid at the end of term. He was viewing the pictures in it, stopping at one of his Mother and Father dancing wearing outfits for cold weather. Harry stared at the Picture f a while before changing the page. The next picture was Ron, Hermione, Zach and him during their first year. Harry smiled but he couldn't help but feel sad. He hasn't received any letters from any of them and it worried him. Hedwig was trying to get out from the cage and hooting loudly, she wanted to stretch her wings.  
                                                    "Hedwig no! You know I can't use Magic outside of school. Besides if my Un-" Harry was interrupted by his Uncle
                                                    "HARRY POTTER!" Yelled Uncle Vernon 
                                                    "No you've done it." Said Harry to Hedwig, before going down stairs towards his uncle. He showed Anger on his face as Harry approached him.
                                                    "Third time this week!" Uncle Vernon roared across the table. "If you can't control that owl, it'll have to go!" Harry tried, yet again, to explain.
                                                    "She's bored ," he said. "She's used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night--"
                                                   "Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon, "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out." He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleys' son, Dudley.

                    At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day." Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it.
                                                "This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon. 'Of course' Harry thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party . He'd been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernon's company made drills).
                                                 "I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock. Petunia, you will be -?"
                                                 "In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home."
                                                  "Good, good. And Dudley?"
                                                  "I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
                                                  "They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia rapturously.
                                                 "Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?"
                                               "I'll be in my bedroom making no noise and pretending that I don't exist." Harry Said toneless.
                                                 "Exactly," said Uncle Vernon nastily. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen--"
                                                 "I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia.
                                                 "And, Dudley, you'll say--"
                                                 "May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
                                                 "My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia.
                                                 "And you?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry.
                                                  "I'll be in my bedroom making no noise and pretending that I don't exist." said Harry dully.
                                                 "Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas?"
                                                 "Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason... Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason..."
                                                "Perfect... Dudley?"
                                                "How about - 'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you .'" This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry looked down so they wouldn't see him laughing.
                                               "And you, boy?" Harry fought to keep his face straight as he looked up
                                                "I'll be in my bedroom making no noise and pretending that I don't exist."
                                            "Too right, you will." said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and I'll bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time to morrow." Harry couldn't feel too excited about this. He didn't think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive. To make this day worst for Harry it was his birthday. He made his way to 'His' room as Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia finished making sure everything was perfect for the dinner party. He began singing under his breath as he made his way upstairs. 
                                                  "Happy birthday to me... happy birthday to me..." No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley, Zach Richardson and Hermione Granger. They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay. Countless times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadn't told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal - and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday. What wouldn't he give now for a message from Hogwarts? From any witch or wizard? He'd almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadn't all been a dream...