Summary: How quaint. The title is completely true! It's my first fanfic
(hopefully a succecful one). Harry, Ron and Hermione are all in their
first year at Hogwarts and are going through tough and exciting times.
What will happen to them? Will they turn out friends? How 'bout Draco?
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and half of the characters personalities.
A/N: Ok, so this would be the chapter where they guys receive their letters- enjoy and review pleeeeeeeease!!! (First fic, hoping it'll turn out alright)
-Number 4, Private Drive-
Harry woke up in his bed under the stairs just as the morning birds started to sing. Though it was not exactly easy to hear them in the dark little cupboard, their high pitched tunes carried in through the open window of the kitchen where his uncle was probably making himself breakfast.
Breakfast was right. A few moments later he could hear the sizzle as the source-pan cooked up the fat covered bacon strips. Mmm, bacon. Harry rarely got to eat anything decent at the house, the reason being that no one would cook for him- apart from at dinner times, where Mrs Dursley reluctantly filled his plate or bowl. It was because of this that Harry had turned out rather scrawny looking, and a tad 'dull,' as Mr Dursley always said.
'Boy!' Came the thundering voice of his uncle Vernon. 'Are you up yet?'
'Yes,' called Harry as he wriggled around under his blanket.
There was an annoyed grumble as Vernon heard the reply. He enjoyed shouting at Harry, it was a form of exercise from his point of view, and any exercise for him was clearly needed.
Harry sighed. He probably should get up- after all, his uncle was bound to send in his fat annoying cousin just to make sure he was up. Slowly he shook the blanket off one leg.
'Ah! It's cold!' He said pulling his foot back under the covers.
He obviously wouldn't be getting up any time soon.
'Boy!' Came the voice of Vernon once again. 'Why aren't you in the kitchen?'
Harry thought for a moment. Why wasn't he in the kitchen? It was breakfast and if he was lucky he could probably scrape some of the leftover bacon from the bottom of the pan.
'I-uuuh...' he paused and coughed 'I feel sick.' Harry coughed again, a little louder and more noticeably.
Another grumble. Harry grinned to himself as he waited for a reply from his uncle. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came a thumping on his door.
'Harry!' It was his aunt. 'Breakfast's ready. Scrambled eggs on toast with a side of bacon.'
Harry sat bolt up right and pulled on one of his cousin Dudley's old t- shirts and some old jeans. He scurried around the small cage-like room before giving up his search for a hairbrush and pulled on some miss-matched socks.
'I'm coming!' he called as he emerged from the cupboard, wide-eyed and licking his lips.
Harry froze as he saw his glaring uncle and aunt standing in front of him. He coughed again, quite obviously as Vernon's fat face turned quickly from pink to a shade of deep violet.
'I'll go get the mail then shall I?' Harry asked, before turning towards the door.
By now, Dudley- his cousin who was a few months older then him and already closely resembled a beach-ball was at the foot of the stairs watching with a smile on his face. His favourite thing in the world was beating up Harry, or watching his dad yelling at him- so at this moment it was like watching an action show on TV.
'You will do no such thing boy,' spat his uncle, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. 'You will do no such thing!'
Hearing these words, Harry turned and sprinted out the front door as fast as he could- knowing that Vernon would come puffing into the garden after him with bright red cheeks.
Harry nimbly climbed the tallest and straightest tree there was in the garden, knowing that not even his stupid cousin would be able to follow him up it. No sooner had he reached a stable branch, had Vernon come panting out of the house shouting fowl words at his nephew.
'GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWERP!!!' He boomed. 'AS SOON AS YOUR FEET TOUCH THE GROUND YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!!'
'Then I suppose I'll never get down,' called Harry from his perch.
Vernon, who was completely enraged about the young boy's arrogance, started jumping up and down on the spot.
'YOU'LL HAVE TO COME DOWN SOME TIME YOU MANGY BEAST!!!'
'Not necessarily,' said Harry simply, showing no signs of giving up.
'WHY YOU!!!!!' Vernon by now had reached boiling point and Harry could have sworn that there was steam floating from his ears.
There was a long silence as Harry looked down at his colourful relative bouncing up and down. In a matter of seconds his aunt's head was poking out one of the many windows.
'Vernon!' She hissed. 'The neighbours are watching!'
Vernon looked back at his wife and stood still, smoothing his hair with a sweaty hand. He adjusted his shirt and loosened his tie around the neck before slowly returning to his natural colour.
'Right- right,' he repeated, before making his way back to the house, without giving Harry a second glance.
-The Burrow-
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!' A loud scream came from the third story of the Weasley's house, followed by the familiar noise of a child clumsily running down stairs.
'Mu-uuuuum!!!' A young girl by the name of Ginny wailed.
'George put a worm in my bed and I just found pumpkin smudges all over my homework!!!'
'Oh did he now?' Molly, the mother of the Weasley's asked.
Ginny nodded pathetically before breaking out in a shower of tears. It was not unusual for her brothers to play tricks on her, but all the same- she hated it.
'George Arnold Weasley! Come down her IMIDIATELY!!!' Molly shouted while stroking her daughters head as she sobbed uncontrollably.
At that moment George and Fred who had been sitting at the top of the stairs listening to the screams of their sister, froze. It was not a pleasant sight when their mother got angry, and now was one of those times.
'Uh-oh. First names!' whispered Fred with a worried grin on his face. 'Good luck mate!'
George stared wide-eyed at his twin for a moment before getting up and walking down the steep winding staircase. He stopped as he reached the entrance of the dining room, fidgeting as his mother's piercing glare landed on him.
'George Weasley! You should be ashamed of yourself- hurting the feelings of a young girl like that!' she continued stroking the sniffling lump that was half buried in the sleeve of her shirt.
'How could you think that doing such a horrible prank could be in the slightest bit funny?'
'I dunno...' George started, before being cut off again.
'Look! I don't want to hear it- but if you ever play one of your immature jokes on your sister again I will see to it that you are disowned!' She finished in a deadly whisper and George knew not to carry on any further remarks, but just nodded.
At that moment Arthur, the father- walked into the house beaming.
'Molly? Molly!' He called. 'The letters are here!'
Molly turned away from George and looked at her husband who stood waving a pair of envelopes above his head.
'The Hogwarts ones?' She asked as Arthur nodded.
George grinned as he heard this and hopped over to his dad, grabbing the letters from his hand.
'Oi! Look at this!' He said as Fred appeared quite suddenly, beside him. 'There's one for Ron this year!'
Fred grinned and nudged his brother, 'Einstein, he's going into his first year this year.'
'I know that,' replied George, 'but I wasn't sure if he'd get entered- I mean, he's not the savvy wizard you and I are.'
Arthur chuckled and walked over to his sons.
'Boys, boys, boys- of course your brother was entered into Hogwarts!' he smiled 'He's a Weasley!'
Molly, who was still sitting in her chair, was smiling from ear to ear. The news that all of her sons were thought good enough to enter the top school of magic was wonderful! But Fred just frowned, hearing his father's words, wasn't exactly reassuring. Being a Weasley meant nothing. Slytherins had their pure blood standards, and even though they were pure, other wizarding families, (e.g. Slytherins) thought of them as unworthy, and poor.
'Oh well,' Fred interrupted. 'There's always little Gin to let us down'
Molly glared at him.
'That was uncalled for Fred! Now go upstairs and call your brother down here immediately!'
'Which one?' Fred said rudely.
'Which one do you think?' Molly said.
Fred turned and rolled his eyes, making his way upstairs with his and George's letters.
'Hey Squirt!' Fred called as he knocked on Ron's door.
'Yeah?' came the reply.
'Your letter's here- from Hogwarts.'
There was a pause, followed by a series of crashing noises before the door was opened by a young red-headed boy.
'Well where is it then??' He asked excitedly.
'Downstairs, with mum and dad,' said George, who stood behind Fred.
'Brill!' Ron grinned and raced down the stair case.
He reached the dining room and snatched the letter out of his father's hand, tearing off the wax seal and reading over the green inked hand- writing. So many years had he looked over his brothers shoulders as they received their letters, but now it was his turn to read his very own.
'Look at this dad!' he said, tugging at Arthur's sleeve. 'I get to go on that Hogwarts Express train on the first of September, and it says here that it leaves at 11:00am'
'Yes dear, it's the same train that all of your relatives have traveled on for Merlin knows how long!' Molly smiled. 'Now let's see your list of books!'
'Not yet mum! I haven't finished reading it.'
Molly nodded as Ginny released herself from her hug and walked over to Ron's side, looking at his letter.
'I can't wait till I get my own letter!' she smiled as Ron ruffled her red hair.
'Come on, let's go look at all the stuff I need!' he said kindly as they went to sit in the garden.
'Watch out for gnomes kids! And please take your wands for once!' Molly said.
'Don't be such a worrier Molly, they'll be fine!' Arthur smiled and walked over to her.
-Number 4, Private Drive-
Harry slowly got down from the tree, and made his way to the front of the house, where he snatched the mail from its box. Rushing back to the garden, he stuffed the letters into his pocket and scrambled up the creeper and sat on the roof.
'Here! What's this?' he asked himself as he flipped through to a letter addressed to him.
'Dear Mr. Potter,
On behalf of the Headmaster and teachers board, I would like to invite you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In your time here, you will learn spells and potions, and most importantly- how to wield a wand. There are four houses, known as Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. In one of these houses, you will be placed. Your house will be like your family, and you will go to classes with them and sleep and dine with them.
You will need the following items if you wish to attend:
1x black hat 1x copper cauldron 1x wand 3x black robes 1x Hogwarts Through the Ages 1x A History of Witches and Wizards 1x Democratic Dates and Departures 1x The Beginners Guild to Herbs, Plants and Weeds 1x Potion or Poison? 1x Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them
The following pets are accepted:
Cats Toads Bats Rats Rabbits Lizards
We hope to see you soon at Hogwarts Mr. Potter. Happy holiday and happy birthday.
Sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress'
Harry re-read the letter for a moment before his brain had time to calculate what was going on.
'Wow! I thought this would never come!' He said as his mouth hung open.
-The Burrow-
'It says you have to have a black hat, one copper cauldron, a wand, three black robes and a million books,' Ginny said as she scanned over the list.
'Give me that!' Ron said as he snatched the parchment from her hands. 'Hey look! I can have a cat, a toad, a bat, a rabbit, a lizard or a... rat??? Aww man! I don't want a rat!'
'I truly do feel sorry for you- you'll probably get Scabbers,' Ginny said as she watched a lady-bug crawl along her finger.
'But I don't want Scabbers- he's useless!' Ron wailed. 'I want a bat, or a lizard- or something interesting!!!'
'Oh well, nothing's perfect,' Ginny shrugged and got up from her seat on the old garden chair, 'Anyway, you'd better get ready- mum said she'd be going to Diagon Alley soon.'
A/N: How was the first chapter? Sorry if it went on about nothing for a bit *sheepish grin* Please review!(
=.second chapter currently being made, please check back soon!.=
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and half of the characters personalities.
A/N: Ok, so this would be the chapter where they guys receive their letters- enjoy and review pleeeeeeeease!!! (First fic, hoping it'll turn out alright)
-Number 4, Private Drive-
Harry woke up in his bed under the stairs just as the morning birds started to sing. Though it was not exactly easy to hear them in the dark little cupboard, their high pitched tunes carried in through the open window of the kitchen where his uncle was probably making himself breakfast.
Breakfast was right. A few moments later he could hear the sizzle as the source-pan cooked up the fat covered bacon strips. Mmm, bacon. Harry rarely got to eat anything decent at the house, the reason being that no one would cook for him- apart from at dinner times, where Mrs Dursley reluctantly filled his plate or bowl. It was because of this that Harry had turned out rather scrawny looking, and a tad 'dull,' as Mr Dursley always said.
'Boy!' Came the thundering voice of his uncle Vernon. 'Are you up yet?'
'Yes,' called Harry as he wriggled around under his blanket.
There was an annoyed grumble as Vernon heard the reply. He enjoyed shouting at Harry, it was a form of exercise from his point of view, and any exercise for him was clearly needed.
Harry sighed. He probably should get up- after all, his uncle was bound to send in his fat annoying cousin just to make sure he was up. Slowly he shook the blanket off one leg.
'Ah! It's cold!' He said pulling his foot back under the covers.
He obviously wouldn't be getting up any time soon.
'Boy!' Came the voice of Vernon once again. 'Why aren't you in the kitchen?'
Harry thought for a moment. Why wasn't he in the kitchen? It was breakfast and if he was lucky he could probably scrape some of the leftover bacon from the bottom of the pan.
'I-uuuh...' he paused and coughed 'I feel sick.' Harry coughed again, a little louder and more noticeably.
Another grumble. Harry grinned to himself as he waited for a reply from his uncle. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there came a thumping on his door.
'Harry!' It was his aunt. 'Breakfast's ready. Scrambled eggs on toast with a side of bacon.'
Harry sat bolt up right and pulled on one of his cousin Dudley's old t- shirts and some old jeans. He scurried around the small cage-like room before giving up his search for a hairbrush and pulled on some miss-matched socks.
'I'm coming!' he called as he emerged from the cupboard, wide-eyed and licking his lips.
Harry froze as he saw his glaring uncle and aunt standing in front of him. He coughed again, quite obviously as Vernon's fat face turned quickly from pink to a shade of deep violet.
'I'll go get the mail then shall I?' Harry asked, before turning towards the door.
By now, Dudley- his cousin who was a few months older then him and already closely resembled a beach-ball was at the foot of the stairs watching with a smile on his face. His favourite thing in the world was beating up Harry, or watching his dad yelling at him- so at this moment it was like watching an action show on TV.
'You will do no such thing boy,' spat his uncle, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. 'You will do no such thing!'
Hearing these words, Harry turned and sprinted out the front door as fast as he could- knowing that Vernon would come puffing into the garden after him with bright red cheeks.
Harry nimbly climbed the tallest and straightest tree there was in the garden, knowing that not even his stupid cousin would be able to follow him up it. No sooner had he reached a stable branch, had Vernon come panting out of the house shouting fowl words at his nephew.
'GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE TWERP!!!' He boomed. 'AS SOON AS YOUR FEET TOUCH THE GROUND YOU'LL WISH YOU WERE NEVER BORN!!!'
'Then I suppose I'll never get down,' called Harry from his perch.
Vernon, who was completely enraged about the young boy's arrogance, started jumping up and down on the spot.
'YOU'LL HAVE TO COME DOWN SOME TIME YOU MANGY BEAST!!!'
'Not necessarily,' said Harry simply, showing no signs of giving up.
'WHY YOU!!!!!' Vernon by now had reached boiling point and Harry could have sworn that there was steam floating from his ears.
There was a long silence as Harry looked down at his colourful relative bouncing up and down. In a matter of seconds his aunt's head was poking out one of the many windows.
'Vernon!' She hissed. 'The neighbours are watching!'
Vernon looked back at his wife and stood still, smoothing his hair with a sweaty hand. He adjusted his shirt and loosened his tie around the neck before slowly returning to his natural colour.
'Right- right,' he repeated, before making his way back to the house, without giving Harry a second glance.
-The Burrow-
'AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!' A loud scream came from the third story of the Weasley's house, followed by the familiar noise of a child clumsily running down stairs.
'Mu-uuuuum!!!' A young girl by the name of Ginny wailed.
'George put a worm in my bed and I just found pumpkin smudges all over my homework!!!'
'Oh did he now?' Molly, the mother of the Weasley's asked.
Ginny nodded pathetically before breaking out in a shower of tears. It was not unusual for her brothers to play tricks on her, but all the same- she hated it.
'George Arnold Weasley! Come down her IMIDIATELY!!!' Molly shouted while stroking her daughters head as she sobbed uncontrollably.
At that moment George and Fred who had been sitting at the top of the stairs listening to the screams of their sister, froze. It was not a pleasant sight when their mother got angry, and now was one of those times.
'Uh-oh. First names!' whispered Fred with a worried grin on his face. 'Good luck mate!'
George stared wide-eyed at his twin for a moment before getting up and walking down the steep winding staircase. He stopped as he reached the entrance of the dining room, fidgeting as his mother's piercing glare landed on him.
'George Weasley! You should be ashamed of yourself- hurting the feelings of a young girl like that!' she continued stroking the sniffling lump that was half buried in the sleeve of her shirt.
'How could you think that doing such a horrible prank could be in the slightest bit funny?'
'I dunno...' George started, before being cut off again.
'Look! I don't want to hear it- but if you ever play one of your immature jokes on your sister again I will see to it that you are disowned!' She finished in a deadly whisper and George knew not to carry on any further remarks, but just nodded.
At that moment Arthur, the father- walked into the house beaming.
'Molly? Molly!' He called. 'The letters are here!'
Molly turned away from George and looked at her husband who stood waving a pair of envelopes above his head.
'The Hogwarts ones?' She asked as Arthur nodded.
George grinned as he heard this and hopped over to his dad, grabbing the letters from his hand.
'Oi! Look at this!' He said as Fred appeared quite suddenly, beside him. 'There's one for Ron this year!'
Fred grinned and nudged his brother, 'Einstein, he's going into his first year this year.'
'I know that,' replied George, 'but I wasn't sure if he'd get entered- I mean, he's not the savvy wizard you and I are.'
Arthur chuckled and walked over to his sons.
'Boys, boys, boys- of course your brother was entered into Hogwarts!' he smiled 'He's a Weasley!'
Molly, who was still sitting in her chair, was smiling from ear to ear. The news that all of her sons were thought good enough to enter the top school of magic was wonderful! But Fred just frowned, hearing his father's words, wasn't exactly reassuring. Being a Weasley meant nothing. Slytherins had their pure blood standards, and even though they were pure, other wizarding families, (e.g. Slytherins) thought of them as unworthy, and poor.
'Oh well,' Fred interrupted. 'There's always little Gin to let us down'
Molly glared at him.
'That was uncalled for Fred! Now go upstairs and call your brother down here immediately!'
'Which one?' Fred said rudely.
'Which one do you think?' Molly said.
Fred turned and rolled his eyes, making his way upstairs with his and George's letters.
'Hey Squirt!' Fred called as he knocked on Ron's door.
'Yeah?' came the reply.
'Your letter's here- from Hogwarts.'
There was a pause, followed by a series of crashing noises before the door was opened by a young red-headed boy.
'Well where is it then??' He asked excitedly.
'Downstairs, with mum and dad,' said George, who stood behind Fred.
'Brill!' Ron grinned and raced down the stair case.
He reached the dining room and snatched the letter out of his father's hand, tearing off the wax seal and reading over the green inked hand- writing. So many years had he looked over his brothers shoulders as they received their letters, but now it was his turn to read his very own.
'Look at this dad!' he said, tugging at Arthur's sleeve. 'I get to go on that Hogwarts Express train on the first of September, and it says here that it leaves at 11:00am'
'Yes dear, it's the same train that all of your relatives have traveled on for Merlin knows how long!' Molly smiled. 'Now let's see your list of books!'
'Not yet mum! I haven't finished reading it.'
Molly nodded as Ginny released herself from her hug and walked over to Ron's side, looking at his letter.
'I can't wait till I get my own letter!' she smiled as Ron ruffled her red hair.
'Come on, let's go look at all the stuff I need!' he said kindly as they went to sit in the garden.
'Watch out for gnomes kids! And please take your wands for once!' Molly said.
'Don't be such a worrier Molly, they'll be fine!' Arthur smiled and walked over to her.
-Number 4, Private Drive-
Harry slowly got down from the tree, and made his way to the front of the house, where he snatched the mail from its box. Rushing back to the garden, he stuffed the letters into his pocket and scrambled up the creeper and sat on the roof.
'Here! What's this?' he asked himself as he flipped through to a letter addressed to him.
'Dear Mr. Potter,
On behalf of the Headmaster and teachers board, I would like to invite you to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In your time here, you will learn spells and potions, and most importantly- how to wield a wand. There are four houses, known as Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Slytherin and Hufflepuff. In one of these houses, you will be placed. Your house will be like your family, and you will go to classes with them and sleep and dine with them.
You will need the following items if you wish to attend:
1x black hat 1x copper cauldron 1x wand 3x black robes 1x Hogwarts Through the Ages 1x A History of Witches and Wizards 1x Democratic Dates and Departures 1x The Beginners Guild to Herbs, Plants and Weeds 1x Potion or Poison? 1x Magical Beasts and Where to Find Them
The following pets are accepted:
Cats Toads Bats Rats Rabbits Lizards
We hope to see you soon at Hogwarts Mr. Potter. Happy holiday and happy birthday.
Sincerely, Professor Minerva McGonagall Deputy Headmistress'
Harry re-read the letter for a moment before his brain had time to calculate what was going on.
'Wow! I thought this would never come!' He said as his mouth hung open.
-The Burrow-
'It says you have to have a black hat, one copper cauldron, a wand, three black robes and a million books,' Ginny said as she scanned over the list.
'Give me that!' Ron said as he snatched the parchment from her hands. 'Hey look! I can have a cat, a toad, a bat, a rabbit, a lizard or a... rat??? Aww man! I don't want a rat!'
'I truly do feel sorry for you- you'll probably get Scabbers,' Ginny said as she watched a lady-bug crawl along her finger.
'But I don't want Scabbers- he's useless!' Ron wailed. 'I want a bat, or a lizard- or something interesting!!!'
'Oh well, nothing's perfect,' Ginny shrugged and got up from her seat on the old garden chair, 'Anyway, you'd better get ready- mum said she'd be going to Diagon Alley soon.'
A/N: How was the first chapter? Sorry if it went on about nothing for a bit *sheepish grin* Please review!(
=.second chapter currently being made, please check back soon!.=