The Orb of Fate
Uncle Vernon hates owls
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Katie K: Wow, I never expected a review on the first chapter. Thanks a lot! Makes me want to hurry up with the next one and TADA! Here it is.
This chapter is a little longer than the other *yay* It practically wrote itself which is why there could be a little more slip-ups with grammar this time. Sorry if that is the case. Btw the name SnapesAngel is me if anyone were wondering about that. I use that name on another site and I didn’t think about it when I posted the first chapter.
I do love writing this story sense it really does include a lot that I myself like to read in other peoples stories. Enjoy this chapter and review nicely.
Chapter description: An owl turn the household upside down
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The following couple of days were uneventful. The Dursleys ignored him completely when scurrying through every brochure Aunt Petunia had found about family travelling.
Harry discovered that he didn’t understand himself then. He never wanted to go to Bahamas or Paris with the Dursleys but he found himself pouting in his room about it. He just hated always being excluded, even if it was something he didn’t even want to do to in the first place. He knew it was pathetic really but he just couldn’t help himself. It felt like everone was intent on excluding him from everything.
He had found out about the Order of the Phoenix two years ago and he still wasn’t allowed to attend any meeting. How was he supposed to save the world by killing off Voldemort if he couldn’t even attend meetings where they actually discussed these things? The rules that had been set up were totally unfair he thought bitterly. You had to be seventeen and out of school before you could join, but with his luck he would be dead before then. Why didn’t anybody understand that?
Harry was snatched out of his toughts by Uncle Vernon loudly knocking on his door and sternly informing him that dinner was ready. When Harry got down it was an almost suffocating atmosphere and he stopped in the doorway suspiciously eyeing his uncle, aunt and cousin. They all refused to look at him and he carefully sat down at the table and took a few peas from the bowl to his left. After a couple of minutes Vernon interrupted the silence by clearing his throat and Harry looked up from his plate in time to watch his uncle gathering up courage for what ever it was he was going to say.
“Aunt Marge will be staying with us this weekend and you will behave boy!” He said in one breath looking Harry straight in his eyes.
Harry grunted. Not that stupid cow again!
“You are not allowed to use magic outside of school.” Petunia informed him.
“Exactly! You would be expelled.” Vernon agreed. “So don’t try anything funny.\"
“Would turning her into a toad be considered funny or just plain boring?” Harry asked softly before taking another bite out of his sandwich. His question earned a gasp from Petunia and a squeak out of his cousin. Vernon turned a bright shade of pink in two seconds as his mouth formed an answer but not coming up with anything to say.
Harry was amused. “I guess blowing her up once again wouldn’t be funny either? It was funny the first time but I just don’t know about a second time…”
“You… YOU…” Vernon spluttered as he stood up slamming his fist in the table so one of the plates smashed into pieces. “You will stay in you’re room the entire time she’s here!”
“Fine with me.” Harry answered calmly. Vernon sat himself down, slowly returning to his normal complexion.
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Harry did stay in his room the entire day Friday and throughout most of Saturday. Marge had been asking about him when she arrived but accepted the fact that he was being punished for something and had to stay in his room without TV or the computer. That Harry never watched TV or played with the computer anyway wasn’t something she reflected over.
On Sunday he was getting quite bored with the situation. Luckily, he had his school books with him and in two days he had finished his Charms and Transfiguration homework for the summer and was feeling pretty good about himself for it. But, there was only so much schoolwork you could do without getting bored. The only other one Harry could think of who had probably already done all her homework and were now reading anything she could get her hands on was Hermione Granger, one of his best friends at Hogwarts.
As he was sitting on the bed that Sunday afternoon, staring at the advanced potions book he also had homework in, he heard a shriek from downstairs quickly followed by his uncle Vernon’s bellowing voice. “GET OUT YOU STUPID OWL!”
In less than two seconds Harry were running down the stairs and stormed into the kitchen. The sight in front of him would have made him laugh if he wasn’t more interested with the letter in Vernon’s hand. Aunt Petunia was currently waving a broom in the air unintentionally forcing the poor brown owl to fly away from the window instead of out. Uncle Vernon tried to calm his sister while yelling at Petunia to get the thing out of there. Aunt Marge, who apparently had been in the way when Vernon scared the bird, had her face covered in owl droppings while her little fat dog was barking wildly and jumping around Petunia\'s legs, almost making her fall over. A few seconds later the owl finally escaped out of the window then gave the entire crowd in the kitchen angry looks before flying off.
Vernon had put the letter in his pocket but Harry wanted it right away. “Give me the letter.” Harry whispered to him while Petunia and Marge were busy wiping the owl droppings off Marge’s face.
Vernon faced him, took a hold of his shirt and lowered his voice to a threatening whisper. “Go to your room now boy!”
“No, give me my letter.” Harry was getting angry. He remembered all too well when his uncle tried to hide his acceptance letter to Hogwarts six years ago.
“It’s not your letter. It’s addressed to me. Now get to your room.” Vernon let him go but Harry couldn’t really move. \'Not to him?\' Harry was more than a little confused.
Vernon, to prove his point and to get the boy out of there as fast as possible, grabbed the letter from his pocket and showed Harry.
To The Legal Guardian of Mr Harry Potter
The Kitchen
#4, Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
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