Changing Fate For The Better | h.p au

Chapter 06

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   As students, along with the selected guest once again filled the hall food then appeared on the dinning tables feeding all. As everyone ate and chattered amongst themselves the talking soon bickered down and they were all now ready to start the new chapter of the book.

"Well I guess I'll read right now," Narcissa said moving in her seat to get comfortable, "Alright then, Chapter 6, The Journey from Platform Nine and Three-Quarters,"

"Harry's last month with the Dursleys wasn't fun. True, Dudley was now so scared of Harry he wouldn't stay in the same room, while Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon didn't shut Harry in his cupboard, force him to do anything, or shout at him -- in fact, they didn't speak to him at all. Half terrified, half furious, they acted as though any chair with Harry in it were empty. Although this was an improvement in many ways, it did become a bit depressing after a while."

McGonagall sighed, Potter shouldn't be having to live like this.

"Harry kept to his room, with his new owl for company. He had decided to call her Hedwig, a name he had found in A History of Magic. His school books were very interesting."

James looked shocked that Harry seemed to read the school books before school, and of choice. He only read books if it was assigned to him, or quidditch, sometimes on animaugs or werewolves.

"He lay on his bed reading late into the night, Hedwig swooping in and out of the open window as she pleased. It was lucky that Aunt Petunia didn't come in to vacuum anymore, because Hedwig kept bringing back dead mice. Every night before he went to sleep, Harry ticked off another day on the piece of paper he had pinned to the wall, counting down to September the first.

On the last day of August he thought he'd better speak to his aunt and uncle about getting to King's Cross station the next day, so he went down to the living room where they were watching a quiz show on television. He cleared his throat to let them know he was there, and Dudley screamed and ran from the room."

Many people in the room rolled their eyes at the boy.

"Er -- Uncle Vernon?" Uncle Vernon grunted to show he was listening. "Er -- I need to be at King's Cross tomorrow to -- to go to Hogwarts." Uncle Vernon grunted again. "Would it be all right if you gave me a lift?" Grunt. Harry supposed that meant yes.

"Thank you."

Barty had to hide a laugh knowing that if he did it would soon turn into a game of run-away from the Potter's.

"He was about to go back upstairs when Uncle Vernon actually spoke. "Funny way to get to a wizards' school, the train. Magic carpets all got punctures, have they?"

Harry didn't say anything.

"Where is this school, anyway?" "I don't know," said Harry, realizing this for the first time. He pulled the ticket Hagrid had given him out of his pocket. "I just take the train from platform nine and three-quarters at eleven o'clock," he read.

His aunt and uncle stared.

"Platform what?"

"Nine and three-quarters."

"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters."

Lily frowned, Petunia knew exactly how to get to Platform Nine and Three-quarters, she was there for Lily's first year of school.

"It's on my ticket."

"Barking," said Uncle Vernon, "howling mad, the lot of them. You'll see. You just wait. All right, we'll take you to King's Cross. We're going up to London tomorrow anyway, or I wouldn't bother." "Why are you going to London?" Harry asked, trying to keep things friendly.