Slytherin

10.Pick Up

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I awoke and checked my alarm clock, 12:00 am. I am officially 12 years old.

My things were locked in the cupboard under the stairs. Where I used to sleep, now I sleep in Dudley's old toy room, or storage room or whatever you'd like to call it.

I put on my glasses and wished very badly I could do my summer homework. Instead, I looked around the room for something to do. Finding nothing, I decided to go back to sleep.

I woke from the sounds of Aunt Petunia banging on my bedroom door, calling for me to wake up.

I silently groaned and got out of bed, making my way downstairs and into the kitchen. I sat down, the Durlseys barely acknowledged me.

It's my birthday, they might as well be a little nicer.

KNOCK KNOCK

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon froze.

"Dear, were you expecting any visitors?" Uncle Vernon asked slowly, eyeing the door as if it were going to fall down at any second.

"No.." Aunt Petunia said, taking a peek out of the window.

Uncle Vernon marched towards the door, opening it with full swing.

"Who is it." Uncle Vernon grumbled.

I peeked towards the door. I glimpsed a man with bright red hair.

Mr. Weasley!

I jumped off my chair and walked towards the door as fast as I could, excitement becoming more obvious with each step.

"Boy--go sit down." Said Uncle Vernon in a demanding tone.

"Hello Mr. Weasley." I said politely, ignoring Uncle Vernon's demand.

"Hello Harry! What a nice house you've got here.. may I come in?" Mr Weasley asked politely, looking at Uncle Vernon.

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to speak, assumingly saying no. Mr. Weasley came in anyway.

He wrapped his arm around my shoulder, "so Mr..." Mr. Weasley looked pointedly at Uncle Vernon.

"Durlsey." Uncle Vernon replied, closing the door and eyeing Mr. Weasley's pocket.

"We've come to bring Harry to our little home." Mr. Weasley said cheerily.

Uncle Vernon opened his mouth to argue. The argument--polite on Mr. Weasley's side and a tad bit rude on Uncle Vernon's--lasted about 10 minutes, finally Mr. Weasley won the argument. Or Uncle Vernon finally came to his senses and decided he didn't want me here anyway. I climbed each step towards my bedroom happily, throwing my things into the trunk and quickly pulling it out of the room and down the stairs.

Mr. Weasley was waiting for me at the foot of the staircase, examining the portraits on the wall with eyes that glowed with interest. My trunk made a loud thud as it hit the floor, causing Mr. Weasley to switch his gaze towards me.

"Shall we go now Harry?" Asked Mr. Weasley.

"I still need my spell books, wand, broom and such." I explained, looking pointedly at Uncle Vernon, "they're in that cupboard over there."

Mr. Weasley's face changed into one of surprise. "What are they doing in there?"

I shurgged and looked at Uncle Vernon, then switched my gaze towards the cupboard. Uncle Vernon's footsteps were loud and clear as he marched towards the cupboard under the stairs, quietly fitting the key into the lock and turning it. It gave a satisfying click as Uncle Vernon pulled the door open, revealing a cupboard filled with Harry's things.

Mr. Weasley and I quickly gathered everything and stuffed them into my trunk, before heading out the door. I felt light and happy as we crossed the pavement. It feels so good to be leaving from that dreadful place.

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Many changes.