Chapter 5: Recollections

The Potters sat there for a few minutes, each one taking in what they had just heard. Harry was still angry at Snape and more than little suspicious, and would under no circumstances forgive him, but at least he now understood that Professor Dumbledore’s plead with Snape had not been to spare his life, but to end it according to their agreement. He was now mad at Snape for getting himself into the mess, and not being able to sneak his way out of it like he had always been able to do before.

“We will leave in about an hour Harry” Lily interrupted his thoughts.

“What, to where?” Harry asked confused, still deep in thought.
“We are going to the Burrow to meet the Weasley’s and Hermione, before heading over to Diagon Alley, remember?” She asked him, and concerned from on her face as she studied her son.

“Oh, yeah. I am going to go upstairs to think, let me know when your ready.” Harry turned and went upstairs to his room and lay down on his bed.

He picked up the letter from Hogwarts that he had received the previous day, not knowing what he felt about, or when he was going to tell his parents and friends the news. He stared at the envelope, his thoughts once again taking him back.

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” Vernon Dursley bellowed, “With your freaky friends! You are not even trying to look normal are you?!” Uncle Vernon shook with rage as he helped Petunia off of the floor. Harry, Hermione, and Ron had apparated right into their living room.

It was probably better that way anyway. The drizzle that had begun that morning had turned into a full force rain storm. Harry wondered if the uncharacteristically foul weather was a result of the continued Dementor breeding.

Since this was the first time that any of them had gone more than a mile, their landing was slightly off. They had meant to land in the back yard, but had been concentrating so hard on making it to the Dursely’s they had landed in a pile in their living room.

“At least none of your normal neighbors can see us.” Harry rather angrily threw back. “In case you forgot, you agreed to allow me to come back on more time before I turn 17, so we will be staying the night, and then leave first thing in the morning.”

“You can’t do magic outside of school, so what are you going to do if I throw you out?” Taunted Vernon.

“He can’t do magic until he turns 17, but in case you didn’t realize, we can.” Retorted Ron as he and Hermione stepped in front of Harry, wands out.

Uncle Vernon’s face turned a wonderful shade of puce, and the large vein in the middle of his forehead looked like it would explode.

Dudley came in, saw the two wands out, and ran as fast as he could in the other direction.

“What’s got into him mate?” asked Ron as Harry snickered.

“Never mind, I will tell you later.” Harry said seeing the vein in Uncle Vernon’s head bulge even more, a feat that Harry hadn’t thought possible.

“We are going to go up to my room, and we will stay in there for the evening. We will probably be gone before you get up, and you won’t need to worry about us for food.” Harry stated as the three started up the stairs, “After tonight, you won’t ever need to see me again.”