Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter in any way it/he is owned by J.K Rowling, Bloomsbury, Warner Bro etc etc etc.
The boy-who-lived was mourning the loss of his godfather and was currently out of contact with anyone except for his best friends.
Harry Potter was sitting on a chair near the window sill searching the skies to see if his owl Hedwig had come back with his best mate's letter. Surprisingly enough he saw no snowy owl or anything magical at all, what he saw was a group of muggle kids pouring oil on his uncle's perfectly kept front lawn. Harry smirked, when the Dursleys see that they'll have a fit, he thought to himself.
Now the group was doing something he would have never been brave enough to do, though he had defied Voldemort countless times, saved innocent lives and faced monsters that some people have never even heard of.
They lit fire to the lawn! Harry's eyes widened in surprise, but the children were completely calm. Then Harry saw something, the letter "H" written in fire, then there was an "A"then "R" until the message read:
HARRY COME DOWN
The group was just smiling at the window sill where the boy-who-lived sat. Harry raced downstairs and out the door, he looked at all of them.
"Err…you know you could of just knocked" he suggested
One of the girls in the group spoke up.
"Yeh, well we wanted to make a good show and we're also vandalizing a family of gits lawn.
Harry's lips curled, so the group introduced themselves. There was a boy called Michael, one called Sam and last but not least John. The girl's names were Sally, Ashley, Alex and lastly Jennifer.
"You still haven't told me why you suddenly come to my house and greet me" Harry said raising an eyebrow.
"Well "started Ashley "we wanted to know the real Harry Potter.
"You had a while to do that" Harry replied.
"Yeh, but it was only like this year we realized you didn't go to St Brutus's Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys" Sam said smiling.
"Took you a while" Harry mused "I can't people actually believed that", he thought to himself.
After a long time chatting the Dursleys car could be heard from a distance (not to mention Dudley's whining about no TV or computer).
So Harry quickly went back inside and his new friends apologized for the mess.
When Vernon Dursley pulled up in the driveway he expected that freak boy to be inside doing chores, but instead he saw that his beautiful lawn had been burnt to ash in some areas. He screamed so loudly that the whole street could hear him.
Mrs. Smith smiled from across the road, "this would make good gossip" she thought to her self "an out of control, angered husband" she said softly as she washed Vernon Dursley kick a rubbish bin and simultaneously scream his head off.
From the window sill on the upper floor a raven-haired boy smiled
Suddenly the door was blasted off it's hinges by….
A/N: Was it good or bad?...I like CONSTRUCTIVE criticsim