"You are getting it now, boy!" Uncle Vernon said, slapping Harry's head hard. The boy winced in pain and tried to defend his face. "You are going to your room right away and you're lucky we have visitors, or I would teach you a lesson! In your room, now!" He hit him at his back one more time before throwing him in his room.
Harry screamed in annoyance, hitting the closed door with his fists. That house elf ruined everything! Not only did he ruin his chance for getting back to Hogwarts, he also ruined his birthday and made him think his friends had forgotten him. What if they thought he had forgotten them? And what was he talking about a great evil in Hogwarts? He had defeated Voldemort last year! Who could be worse than him? He groaned and looked at his bruised hand. Great, he thought. Not only did his back hurt like hell, but now his hand did too. He let himself fall down on his bed, closing his eyes for a moment, trying to get his pain under control, before he remembered Dobby had stolen the letters from his friends.He quickly got up again, jumping up from his bed so he could take the letters he had put on his drawer. He quickly scanned them and saw he had some of Theo, getting more concerned with every letter he wrote, from Hermione who was asking if everything was alright because she had asked Blaise and Theo if they had gotten any answer back but they hadn't, and from Blaise who bluntly told him he better got off his sorry ass and write back because he was going insane with the concerned letters he was getting from Hermione and Theo who seemingly thought he was their Harrypedia. The last letters were from Kali, Diana and the twins, wishing him a happy birthday. He sighed relieved, knowing they would get him out here if he didn't show up at Hogwarts was something to keep him going. And maybe, after what happened, he didn't need to come back anymore! Being a bit more relaxed, he dozed off, only to be awaken again by a loud banging on the door. What in Salazar's name was going on? Uncle Vernon had heard it as well, because his loud, angry voice could be heard all the way to Harry's room.
"What do you think you're doing here? It's the middle of the... what are you doing?! I demand you to leave my house NOW!" The loud shriek of Aunt Petunia told him the source of the knocking didn't listen. Harry pulled his wand and walked towards his bedroom door so he could listen closer to the voices who were reduced to muttering by now. He couldn't make out with how much they were or what they were up to, so he took a step back, his eyes falling on Hedwig who was looking at him with a lazy eye.
"You can hear who it is, don't you Hedwig?" He muttered. Walking closer to the owl. Lucky for him Hedwig was standing a meter away from the door because a second after his move the door came banging out of his frame, into the room.
"Salazar, Orion! You could've just used an Alohomora." Harry heard the voice of his Italian friend, Blaise Zabini, saying in the hallway.
"Blaise?" The raven asked carefully. Making sure he had heard right.
"Hello there, golden boy." The Italian greeted, coming in sight from behind the giant in tuxedo.
"What would have been the fun in opening that door quietly, master Zabini?" The giant asked the small boy next to him. Harry quirked a brow at his friend.
"I suppose you're right." He muttered, before introducing Harry to his big friend. "This is Orion, my bodyguard." He explained as if it was the most normal case ever.
"Oh, of course. How come I didn't think of that." Harry drawled sarcastically.
"No need to be like that, Harry. We came to save your sorry arse remember." Blaise drawled. "Orion get his luggage. We're leaving!" The huge man listened without hesitating and went into the room to grab Harry's stuff.
"My luggage is downstairs under the stairs; I can get it myself." He said to the bodyguard who didn't want to listen and went downstairs to get everything after grabbing Hedwig. "Are my Uncle and Aunt alright with you 'rescuing' my sorry arse?" Harry asked curious.
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The red and gold Snake.
FanfictionHarry's second year at Hogwarts can't come quick enough. His friends haven't written to him the whole summer and he's scared they might have forgotten him. Well, that's how it start at least. His Slytherin friends prove to be as loyal as you can exp...