Harry Potter And The Headmasters Secret

Chapter One - "Number Four Privet Drive"

As usual, Harry, A scruffy black haired boy with round  glasses, green eyes and a odd, lightning shaped scar on his forehead, would be frying seven pieces of large bacon, ten eggs, six sausages, a few hash browns and toasting some bread. A plump, blonde man with beady eyes and a blonde mustache, Vernon Dursely, looking up from his news paper every other second. As if  he was waiting for something, anything to happen. Maybe he was worried that Harry could set something alight? No. He wasn't looking at the cooker. He was looking at Harry himself. After a few more minutes of Vernon spying on Harry, the doorbell would ring, Vernon's pink face going pale once more.

"Go get the door, boy. It could be the post." Vernon would snap, his head jerking to Harry once more from his cream armchair with flowers covering it. Harry would simply nod, quickly dishing up some food before rushing to the door. Two of the plates having the same portions apart from one, the different one having a larger portion. This was Dudley's, Vernon and his wife Petunias son.  

The summer would seem like years, Harry longing to go back to Hogwarts - like always. After collecting the post, Harry would walk back into the living room, handing the post to Uncle Vernon and collecting their food, passing their breakfast to them. Vernon would go through the papers, sighing. "Bills...Bills...Oh?..Poor dear Susan broke two ribs, Petunia. What a shame. We'll have to send her some flowers.  Croton Capitatus? Hm, maybe." Said Vernon, not noticing Harry rush upstairs into his room. 

Harry would jump onto his bed, grabbing a quill, pot of ink and piece of parchment from his, already packed, Hogwarts luggage. Placing the parchment onto his desk and dipping the quill into the ink before beginning to write. 

'Dear Sirius, School starts soon, I've already packed my things. How are you? Where are you? How is buckbeak? My family are as always, I can't wait for year four!' Harry's scar would suddenly burn, his hand jerking onto his forehead and splashing ink onto the parchment.

'My scar is hurting, is this strange? It only ever hurts when....You know who is near. He can't be n Privet Drive, can he? Actually, knowing my neighbors, riots would be filling the streets chanting 'NO ROBES! NO ROBES!' This is worrying, please get in touch, - Harry.'

Harry would fold the parchment up, letting Hedwig out of her cage and placing it in her beak. "Find him, Hedwig." Harry would state before allowing Hedwig to fly out of the window. 

CHAPTER ONE END! CHAPTER TWO SOON!