Life the in the Red

By: Ria of the Woodlands

Today was the day that Hogwarts has ended it's year, and the students were going home for the summer break. Everybody was excited for the holiday except 11 year old Harry Potter. In fact he was dreading it! He didn't want to send another summer with his muggle relatives the Dursleys. But he had no were else to go for the summer. So he bravely waited to be picked up at the train station, but Harry really hoping that they weren't still upset about Hagrid giving Dudley a pig's tail. Harry smiled at that memory, but was woken out of it, when he heard his name screamed and loud car horn barking at him.

'Oh great, they're here.' Harry sighed as he got up and lugged is trunk to the car trunk.

With no one helping him, as he thought they would. The rest of the ride home was silent and uncomfortable for Harry. Soon they arrived home at number 4 Privet Drive, they entered the house and as soon as the door shut Harry's Uncle Vernon exploded.

"HOW DARE YOU USE MAGIC ON OUR SON!" Vernon roared at Harry, with his face nearly purple.

"I didn't use magic." Harry spoke softly, moving away from is upset uncle.

"You brought one of those bloody freaks in my house!" Vernon continued to scream at Harry.

"Sorry" Harry said in a small voice.

"Sorry, not good enough." Vernon grabbed Harry by his hair and throws him in the cupboard under the stairs. "You are never going back to the bloody school again!" He gruffed in the opening on the door.

Harry lied on his dirty little bed just wait for someone to come rescue him for the darkness. He wished he was at Hogwarts, with his friends.

'I should tell Ron or Hermione, maybe they can help me.' Harry thought to himself. Then he turned the small light on and began working on his letters to his friends.

"Dear Ron& Hermione:

This summer is going to be worse than any other summer with my relatives. Hagrid used magic on the cousin and now they are taking it out on me. Please, is there anyway I can stay with one of you during the summer break?

Harry Potter

P.S. Can you make up a quick, I really don't want to be here."

Harry looked over his letter, and hid it in his pocket and waited to be let out so he could owl it. It was not long when Aunt Petunia came and opens the cupboard door.

"You boy, make dinner." She demanded, than walked away.

'I hope I can send this fast.' Harry said to himself as he made his way to the kitchen.