Harry awoke to a noiseless household on that cold November evening. What a pity that he wouldn't be going anywhere near Hogwarts for another few months and that would mean yet another few months with his incredibly awful stepfamily, the Dursleys. He fumbled around for his glasses in the gloom of the dark room which had huge bars across the window and a solid bolted door. He felt like he was in a prison, a dungeon where the Dursleys would keep him confined until his next year at the castle of witchcraft and wizardry. He found the cord for his lamp and quickly switched it on; the light flowed to the corners of the room, spreading its safety into the darkness.
"Harry!"
Harry shot out of bed and rushed to the door.
"Yes uncle Vernon?"
"We've just received a…"Harry's Door slid open and the rounded red face of Harry's uncle came into view. "…Letter from your blasted school; say they want you somewhere for a check on your scar since it has been hurting recently. Least it will get you out of the house and out of our sights for another thing. At least for a few hours. They'll pick you up in London. Look for a black Mercedes near the Leaky Gauldron, wherever that is. I'll drop you off at Kings Cross then and you can make your way there from there".
Harry managed to slip under his plump uncle and sprinted down the stairway into the kitchen.
"Wait there!" shouted his uncle but Harry threw himself onto an oak wood chair and shovelled his breakfast into his mouth. It was cereal and the milk splashed all round his mouth but Harry didn't care, he was having a check-up on his scar which had been hurting every night now for the last few days. Usually his scar only hurt when Voldemort (the evil dark sorcerer that has butchered his parents) was near but he thought differently this time: Voldemort couldn't be waiting outside number four Privet Drive.
Harry raced back up the stairs but paused a minute outside his cousin Dudley's room. Just as he expected, his annoying cousin was asleep. Harry left the outside of Dudleys room but instead of running quickly and quietly into his room he stamped his feet onto the floorboards making as much of a racket as possible.
"Mum, Dad!" Dudley cried as Harry ran off towards his room a guilty but amused look creeping over his face. That same day, in the blistering heat of the afternoon, Harry's uncle Vernon turned the key in the ignition slot of the car and drove out of the drive waving to Dudley and Aunt Petunia as they went. Harry couldn't but notice the smile on his uncle's face and when he asked about this Vernon immediately wiped the cheerful look from his mouth.
As the journey continued Harry noticed that even though the note had been from London, they were driving north. He was about to ask about this as well when the car suddenly veered off the road into a field.
"Get out boy!" the gruff voice of Uncle Vernon said. As they got out Harry saw two black robed figures walking towards him. Harry suddenly felt a pain like he had never felt before, his scar burned through his head and sent wildfire through his veins. Harry fell backwards as his eyes saw black and the world vanished around him.
He awoke. It was dark. The moon shone brightly through the shadows of the trees, but something was not right. He stood up…
"Harry Potter. So nice to see you." Harry turned and saw the thing he had dreaded. All his hopes vanished and his fears took their place. A towering black figure, wand outstretched, stood in front of him. His hands rose above his head although his wand remained upon Harry.
"I'm going to do something to you my master should have done a long time ago!"
This was it Harry thought. He heard wing beats on the air, like his heart, pump, pump, pump, and then stop. An unforgettable silence on the breeze. The figure's wand came down on Harry as he muttered the words, "Avada Kre…"
Harry looked up, for he was not on the ground anymore, he was flying, or rather, being carried to safety.
"Sirius?" he muttered.
"Yes, it's me". Harry turned and saw his godfather flying his favourite magical beast, Buckbeak.
"Who was that?" Harry asked.
"That was your father Harry, the turned ghost of your father."
End