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Author's Note: Oh wow. It's been a long time since I last updated. Don't worry! I have been writing the story all this time, I just never got around to typing. That and when I cleaned my room, I stuffed all the papers somewhere underneath something... I am so unorganized.

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The Second War
Chapter II: Massive Vibrating Butt

The tinkle of eating utensils against plates and teeth were heard in what had to be the most depressing mood for any dinner ever. No one spoke. No one looked at each other. Well, sometimes someone would sneak in a glance here and there, but no one else would notice.

Besides, not everyone was even present.

As Harry had feared, Aunt Petunia's sickness was not just the common cold. As the week went by, she had only gotten worse. Aunt Petunia barely had any energy to talk, and with each passing day, grew more bony than she already was.

Every afternoon, Uncle Vernon would bring a different doctor to Petunia, and all six said the sam thing: they had no idea what had happened to her, or what kind of disease it was. All they could do was recommend plenty of rest, fluids, and small portions of nutritious food.

It had certainly brough the Dursley's mood down, even Harry's. Aunt Petunia was still Haryy's aunt, and one of the last surviving members of his family. Even though they never were on good terms with each other, there were times when they felt really close. It occurs as often as it snowed on the sahara, but still...

The ding dong of the doorbell interuptted the Dursley's thoughts.

"I'll get it," said Harry.

When Harry opened the door, he was greeted by the entire Weasley family; all nine heads of flaming red hair blocking his view. There was also a spot of bushy brown hair for Hermione. Harry was a bit perturbed. He was so busy moping about Petunia (living with the Dursleys so long made them more alike then he would've liked) that he had completely forgotten about his departure that day.

"Hi!" Harry said cheerfully, all worries of Aunt Petunia gone. After all, his friends were here in person after being separated for a month.

"Hello! May we come in?" they all said in unison.

"What in thunderation is going on?" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen.

"Come on in, and help yourselves," Harry said, just to piss off his uncle.

"Thank you!" said the Weasleys and Hermione, again perfectly in unison, as they marched into Harry's house.

Uncle Vernon had stormed into the living room, beefy face turning purple in rage, and a thick finger painted to the front door.

"OUT!" he shouted. "I will have none of you in my house!" And who could blame him? After all, he never had an encounter with magic folk that could be considered pleasant. "You too, Harry. Out!"

"Okay, just let me get my stuff," Harry said. He'd much rather stay with wizards than live with the Dursleys worrying about Petunia of all people. What was he thinking?

Harry beckoned to Ron and Hermione to come with him while the others tortured Uncle Vernon. On the way to his bedroom, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stopped by the kitchen to check up on Dudley. Dudley's massive body was curled up, trying to look small, insignificant, and fit under the table (but failing miserably.) He was whimpering and shaking, and as Harry, Ron, and Hermione could tell you, it was quite something to see a vibrating butt of that size. Even Hermione couldn't surpress her laughter.

After getting his stuff, Harry and his two best friends stopped in front of Aunt Petunia's bedroom.

"Hey Harry, what's up?" Ron asked.

"I just have this weird feeling that I should say goodbye to her right now," Harry said.

Hermione nodded, "Alright, she is you're aunt, after all."

"How do you know that its Harry's aunt in there?" asked Ron.

"Because, who-"

Hermione's voice was cut off as Harry shut the door behind him.

"Harry?" Petunia called weakly from the dark.

"Yes," Harry said, kneeling by her bed.

"What is it?"

"I'm going to leave now, to stay with the Weasleys for the rest of summer vacation. Do you want to turn the light on?" Harry added, noticing how dark it was.

"No, it's fine," snapped Aunt Petunia, sounding like her old self again. Then, "Harry, you're leaving again. Always leaving."

Harry was taken aback, but Aunt Petunia continued on.

"You know, I never liked my sister."

"I'm not surprised," Harry chuckled.

"But after her death, I... I really missed her. I didn't want anyone to know. But after you were dumped on our doorstep, as you grew up, you were so much like her. It was like getting to hate her all over again. You know, your eyes, are so much-"

"-like my mother's," finished Harry. "Yeah, people tell me that a lot."

Aunt Petunia managed to smile. "Don't you die on me too, or I'll neverget to see them again.

Harry admitted, this certainly was very unexpected.

"When you said that he was back... Harry please don'ttell anyone what happened in here. Promise?"

"Promise," said Harry.

With all her remaining strength, Aunt Petunia pulled Harry to her in a loose hug.

"I love you," she whispered.

"I love you, too," Harry said back.

And at that moment, there was snow on the sahara.

Harry stepped out of the bedroom and blinked a few times in the light.

"What took you so long?" said Ron, handing Hedwig over to Harry.

"Nothing," Harry said.

"Sure..." said Ron disbelievingly.

Hermione grunted. It was not polite to make the lady carry all the luggage that didn't belong to her in the first place.

"Oh, sorry," Ron and Harry said, though not quite in unison, and helped out Hermione.

When they reached the kitchen, they poked their heads througth the door to take a last look at Dudley's Massive Vibrating Butt. Even when Hedwig from her cage seemed amused.

And when they reached the living room, they saw Ginny standing in the doorway, expanding herself so she seemed much larger than she actually was. An angry aura was about her. In a quiet yet dangerous voice much like Professor Snape's, she whispered, "It's about time. Where have you been?"

And just before she was about to start hollering at the three, Ron said, "Hey, nice impression ofMum."

Ginny smiled. Doing impressions of other people was a talent of hers.

"Thanks," she said.

Hermione added, "You actually scared me."

Ginny went to tell her mom that Harry was ready to go to the dismay of Fred and George. They were having too much fun torturing Uncle Vernon, who was now reduced to a large purple mass wearing clothes, quite literally. Reluctantly they changed his skin back to its rightful color... which really wasn't that far off from purple in the first place.

Harry dragged his trunk and was led byMr. Weasley to their new car, also magically expanded, though it did not fly.

"Nice," said Harry. Fred and George had been very successful indeed to get luxuries for the family like the car.

"Come on," said Ron from inside the car. Harry was the only one left outside. "Let's go!"

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They had finally reached Diagon Alley. As Harry walked through the arch from the pub, the Leaky Cauldron, he breathed in the fresh air, and looked out into the long, twisting, cobblestone street, where wizards and witches were shopping.

Harry, Hermione, and the Weasley's first stop was Gringotts, no only to get money but to meet Lupin and Hagrid who were bringing the two new students over from Egypt. They noticed that a large crowd had gathered near Gringotts.

"What's going on?" Fred asked one of the crowd.

"Dunno," the person said, "It seems that Gringotts is closed, but why?"

"Closed?" Harry said. He turned to Ron and Hermione, and both shrugged.

Then a goblin came out. The crowd shouted at him.

"Silence!" squeaked the Goblin in a surprisingly commanding voic. "We are very sorry for the inconvenience, but the unthinkable has happened."

"Well, spit it out," said a wizard with thick, curly brown hair.

"Gringotts has been-robbed."

"That can't be!" cried a fat purple-haired witch. "It's impossible. You've got top-notch security. Dragons, mazes, and deep underground passages!"

"Yeah!" piped a young wizard. "You're supposed to die of hunger trying to get out!"

The crowd was in an uproar, so that the goblin shouted again.

"Yet someone has managed to steal from our vaults. Many of them. In fact, many Galleons and priceless artifacts are missing. We are in financial peril. It will take us a long time to sort this all out.

"Once again, we are sorry for the inconvenience," and the goblin went back inside.

Mr. Weasley had a grim expression on his face. "This is bad. Who knows what these thieves will steal next." He looked down to call his family, and saw that three people were missing.

"Oh my Lord, where are Ron, Hermione, and Harry?"

TBC

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Ah... there's my lame cliffie. Oh well. And Harry and Petunia acted so OOC. But, I don't know.

"Snow on the Sahara" by Ochodre is probably my all-time favorite Yu-Gi-Oh! fanfic. If you like Yu-Gi-Oh, don't mind a bit of shounen-ai/yaoi whatever you want to call it, and enjoy sad stories, I really recommend you to read it. If you don't like Yu-Gi-Oh, read it anyway. It's that good. And... I used the title without permission. But it's just a little tribute. I hope he/she doesn't mind.

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