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Title: Harry Goes Home

Contributors: bloodyboypotter

Edited by: Carla Lute

Posted: 2005-10-08

Game Date: July 28th

Disclaimer: No one at Levicorpus owns Harry Potter, the world or its characters. We just like to play in J.K. Rowling’s world..

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He landed in the park down the street from the Dursleys, dismounted and decided to just carry his broom back. He was smiling, having just learned that Ginny became Prefect, Hermione Head Girl, and Neville Head Boy. He couldn't be more happy for all of them. Knowing he wasn't in the running for Head Boy, what with his crazy life as it was, sort of lessened the blow of it to an extent. On the other hand, he figured he'd done enough for the school to have been awarded Head Boy a hundred times over. But he told himself he was trying to be modest.

It was just after dinner, the street lamps glowed and the patchy fog that ensued from the trees gave the street an eerie presence. The moment his foot made contact with the concrete of Privet Drive, Harry realized just how tired he really was. He hurried home and used the front door instead of Aparating, fearing the Dursley's would not like him popping in there so suddenly. When he walked in the front door, all three of his Muggle realative turned to look at him.

"Weren't you just upstairs?" spoke his narrow eyed, purple faced Uncle Vernon.

"I just got here ... I've been traveling ... " Harry explained, looking a bit bewildered that they even would speak to him, knowing that his birthday was shortly approaching. That promise Petunia gave had been on all of their minds, the Dursley's were particularly excitted that they wouldn't have a wizard in their home any more, and Harry was quite glad to leave.

"Then what the bloody hell was making all that racket? And who talked from inside your bedroom when I went to investigate?" Vernon seemed to inflate, as though Harry's accusation that he was crazy was a threat. Harry set down his bag and took off his cloak, trying best to ignore the stares from them as he climbed the stairs and headed into his room

At a quick glance, it would seem that it was simply a teenage boys messy room. But to Harry, it was a surprise. When he had left it, it was clean as a whistle. Books were out of his trunk, dirty laundry scattered the floor, his bedsheets were messed up, drawers open, and closet picked through. He headed for his trunk first, looking inside to see if anything was taken. Lucky for him, he brought everything of deep importance with him, including the Marauder's Map. His Sneakoscope was gone, along with a pair of Vernon's old socks that it had been hiding in, along with a vial of dragons blood. Sirius's still broken mirror remained, and with a slight dip of his stomach, he realized he hadn't looked at the mirror in over a year. He hadn't even thought of repairing it, until now. "Repairo!" he cried and the pieces slipped back into place, but nothing else happened. He stared at it for about a minute before tossing it onto a pile of wrinkled robes.

Frowning, Harry looked around his room for more clues as to who had come in here. The Dursley's wouldn't lie to him, knowing what Harry was capable of now. So then, who had been here? It must've been a wizard or witch, for who knew what the dragon's blood and sneakoscope would be useful? Names popped into his head, mostly all Death Eaters. But, here? In Little Whinging?

Sighing, Harry rubbed at his scar irritably and sat down on his bed. Was nowhere safe now?

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