The Eyes of the Heir

Chapter 2: Surprise!

Zoe's POV
Tomorrow is Harry's birthday but I know he wouldn't be able to celebrate it.. The Dursley's, Harry's other relatives, think of Harry as a burden especially now that they know that he is a wizard. They never really treated Harry as their relative. I even wonder why they pull themselves back from getting Harry out of the house. Not that Harry would be hurt, he'd LOVE to leave the Dursley's! And he won't be homeless, my house is always open for him to stay.

Back to his birthday. I've plotted a surprise for Harry and I reckon he'd be so happy his smile would never falter for hours.

I plan to get Harry out of the Dursley's home.

Of course I needed help. I owled Ron about my plan and he owled back as quickly as a snitch, telling me I was brilliant and that Harry should stay at their place at the Burrow, he even offered me if I could come and of course I said yes!

Dobby's warning has not been forgotten though. It was still in the back of my mind, playing repeatedly like a broken music box.

Harry Potter must not go to Hogwarts!

Doing this plan of mine was totally against Dobby's warning. But I can't leave Harry there! They're starving him to death! And as his best friend it is my duty to get him out of that nut house as soon as possible.

"Are you all packed sweetheart?" Mom asked as she checked on me.

"Yes Mum. Ron will be here a bit late, so I should stay downstairs in the living room."

"I'll join you." Father suddenly said, walking in casually in my room.

"Let me carry this and let's all go down. Supper's ready and I'm starving!"

I giggled as I held my mom's hand while Dad was leading our way down the stairs, carrying one huge suitcase with all my necessities in it.

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Supper was satisfying as mother cooked Carbonara, my favorite dish.

I was now sitting on the couch with my father, just watching a late night show... We had small talk here and there, but the rest was silence. Not an awkward one though, it was a relaxing silence. My father and I loved the silence to the extent that he made a time in the day where everyone would gather in a room and enjoy each others company in relaxed silence. Father says that doing this helps you get over stress, especially when you spend your silence with the people you love.

"How are your abilities?" Father suddenly asked.

After last years fiasco I've discovered abilities I never knew I posses.

First was that I was a seeker, a person who has the ability to change the future.

Another one was that I'm a speaker of Death. It still confuses me but according to Death, this means I have abilities related to Death itself. I can understand the language of Death, I've become bonded with the Diary of Death and there were other powers that I have yet to discover.

I know I've said Death a couple of times.

Anyway, it was half past midnight when I finally heard a knock on our door. Like a snitch, dad got up and opened it, smiling brightly at the red-head in front of him..

"Ah. You must be Ron Weasley!" dad said enthusiastically.

I shook my head but smiled nonetheless as I walked my way towards them..

"Hi Ron... and Fred.... and George." I said, looking at the twins with confusion. What are they doing here?

"Hiyah Zoe!"