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******I DO NOT OWN Harry Potter or any of the characters. J.K. Rowling does. I do not make any profit from writing this fic.**

 

Chapter 2

 

Harry woke up panting from the dream. He looked around a little confused. Once he did, he realized he was still in his room on Privet Drive.

"Why the bloody hell did I have that dream?!"

He layed there contemplating what was going on with him.

'Maybe I am a freak.' he thought in disgust.

The only thing he knew about gay relationships is what is relatives had said. His uncle did nothing but bash anyone that was gay. Saying they were nothing but queers and all they did was prance around. He wasn't sure how it was looked at in the wizarding world, but he still didn't think he was gay. He liked girls for fucks sake. He kissed Parvati and Ginny both and he liked it very much or so he thought. Its not like there was anyone he could talk to about it. Ron would most likely flip out. Hermione would probably try to understand, but that would be to embarrassing for him to even though she is one of his best friends. It would be the same with everyone he considered family.

Harry wasn't sure what he was going to do. So he just layed there thinking about everything that had happened to him this last year at school. Ron started dating Lavender close to the end of the term. He was happy for them, but since then Ron hadn't had much time for him and Mione. Harry started to think about what had happened at the Ministry. Most of his friends had followed him,(Ron, Hermione, Dean, Ginny, Neville, and Luna) he wished they hadn't cause they could have gotten killed and they almost did. The Ministry didn't even blame him for Dumbledore's death, even though it was his wand that had killed him. Harry deep down was glad that Dumbledore was dead. Harry had grown tired of the old fool lying and meddling in his life. Sirius' name had finally been cleared when Fudge realized Peter Pettigrew was in fact alive and well. Harry hoped deep down that Sirius would come take him away from the Dursley's. Harry hadn't heard from anyone yet. They were probably busy filling everyone in on what had happened this past term. Harry missed everyone already.

Harry was snapped out of his thoughts by the front door slamming shut. He could hear Dudley complaining to Aunt Petunia about some new game his friend had and he didn't. Harry glanced at the clock shocked when he realized it was 7:45. He had been lost in his thoughts for more than six hours.

His aunt yelled up to him,"Get down here."

Harry slowly got off his bed and made his way down stairs. Just as he reached the bottom step Uncle Vernon came through the door.

"What are you doing here boy?" Vernon asked.

"Hello Uncle Vernon, its summer break." Harry replied dryly.

"Don't you take that tone with me boy."

"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry was used to the way his relatives talked to him. Harry just stood there waiting for something to happen. Harry's aunt turned to say something, but and owl swooped in and narrowly missed Petunia's head. Harry watched as the owl dropped the letter at his feet. Harry looked around and realized his uncle's face was quickly turning purple. Harry quickly reached down and grabbed the letter and ran outside to read it. When he looked down at it he recognized the writing. It was from Sirius.

Harry,

I don't know if you would still want to but I would still like for you to live with me. If you don't want to I completely understand. Please write back and let me know. -Sirius-

 

Harry read and reread the note from Sirius. He couldn't believe it. Only earlier he was wishing Sirius would come and take him away from the Dursley's. Now it was going to happen. Harry ran into the house and up the stairs before anyone could say anything to stop him. He ran into his bedroom,shut the door,and sat at his desk catching his breath. Harry pulled parchment, quill, and ink and wrote a quick reply.

Padfoot,

I would love to come live with you! Like I told you before the Dursley's aren't the best relatives. When can you come? Will it make any difference in the Ministry? -Harry-

 

Harry reread the letter to make sure it was okay, then sealed it and called Hedwig. Once it was sent Harry went back down stairs to tell the Dursley's the news. As soon as he walked through the door to the living room his uncle started yelling.

"What the bloody hell have I told you about those damn birds coming here."

Harry looked up at him and smirked.

"Well Uncle Vernon, that damn bird as you put it, was a letter from my godfather. You know the one that was in prison."

Harry just stood there smirking as his uncle went from purple to green very quickly. Harry thought for sure that his uncle was going to be sick.

"Well what did he want?" Vernon demanded.

"To see that I was being cared for properly." Harry decided not to tell them that he was going to be leaving soon. Otherwise the Dursley's might try to use it against him.

"What did you tell him?" Vernon squeaked.

Harry just stood there a smirk planted firmly on his face, just letting his uncle squirm.

"Well boy, answer me. Or so help me you will not leave that room for the rest of the summer." Harry just stood there looking at him with a smirk on his face, he knew it was an empty threat.

Finally he answered, "I told him that I was being treated like I didn't exist."

Harry couldn't help himself. He had never gotten to mess with his relatives like this before, and now that he was leaving he couldn't resist.

"Well I'm tired I'm going to bed, night all." Harry said happily. No one tried to stop him. He glanced at his clock, it was 9:45. Harry hoped Sirius would write back quickly. With one last glance out the window Harry layed down on the bed, took off his glasses, and fell asleep quickly.