Their Seventh Year
{{Author's Notes: May contain OoTP spoilers. A bit of violence and a death, a death of someone we love. Please no hate mail *lol* And I am also not a very good writer and storyteller, so if the fic sucks, let me apologize :)}}
Chapter One
Harry Potter was sitting at his desk, quill in his hand, writing a letter to his best friend Ron Weasley. He sighed. It was another summer at Number 4, Privet Drive, and hopefully his last one. The Dursey's had been a bit nicer to him since Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Mr. Weasley and Tonks had had a "talk" with Uncle Vernon at the end of his 5th Year, but not nice enough to make him want to stay with the Dursley's forerver. He couldn't wait to get out. Where he was going to go, he had no idea. He couldn't get a place of his own until he got a job, and where would he get a job before his last day of 7th Year?
Harry quickly penned the rest of Ron's letter and sent it off with Hedwig. He knew Ron would reply quickly. He'd probably have Ron's reply tomorrow morning, along with his birthday present. Harry's 17th birthday was tomorrow, July 31st. He can't say he's ever looked forward to his birthday's, and this year was no exception. He did, however, love getting presents and birthday cards from his best friends, but just once he wanted a nice party, with his friends and with games and food.
"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon called him from downstairs.
Harry sighed again, got up, and walked slowly down the carpeted starcase. He found Vernon, as well as his wife Petunia and their son Dudley, in the kitchen eating dinner. Vernon nodded towards a plate of food. Not much food, but food nonetheless. "Dinner"
Harry sat down at the kitchen table, and began eating. He wasn't really hungry but he knew he better eat it. He didn't need to hear his aunt and uncle scolding him about "not appreciating the things they do for him". So, Harry ate quickly and made a beeline for his bedroom. He pulled on his pajamas, took off his glasses and lay in bed. He wasn't sure why, but he was awfully tired, so he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, not noticing Hedwig come back and fly into her open cage.
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The next morning, Harry awoke when something dropped onto his stomache, a big something. He sat up in bed and reached for his glasses. As he put them on, he noticed, Pig, Ron's tiny hyperactive owl, flittering around the ceiling, looking very pleased with himself. Harry had to smile.
He glanced down and saw a letter and a package. Harry opened Ron's letter first. As he pulled the parchment out of the envelope, a small package of something shiny and gray fell out as well. Harry thought it might have been Floo Powder. He had traveled by the Floo Network before, and didn't like it that much. He unfolded Ron's letter and began reading.
"Dear Harry,
How are you doing this summer? Are the Muggles treating you better? I hope so. This letter is going to be short, I'm afraid. I have to leave in a few minutes. I'm going somewhere with Dad, but he won't tell me where. I'll be back this afternoon. Mum has sent some Floo Powder for you. She said to come anytime. And bring your school things. If you can't manage it all by yourself, let me know, and Dad and I can come for you.
Well, I've got to be going. Dad is calling for me. I've also sent your birthday present!
Happy Birthday!!
Ron"
Harry put down the letter and reached for Ron's package. It was big, but not very heavy. He glanced up at Pig, who was still flittering around the ceiling. "What are you waiting for?" He asked the little owl. "A tip?"
Pig hooted gleefully, and Harry laughed. "Get out of here" He said throwing a pillow at the animal. Pig gave one more quick hoot and flew out of window. Harry shook his head with a smile on his face, and turned back to Ron's package. He tore off the wrapping paper and inside was a box of sweets galore. Harry gave a small laugh. That's Ron, always thinking of sweets. He dug through the candy. Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, among others. The he ganced at the Floo Powder. He would love to spend the rest of the summer at The Burrow. The Weasley's have proved to be more of a family to him than the Dursley's. He re-read Ron's note. No mention if Hermione was going to be there. Harry gathered up his school things, packed them all in his trunk and smiled to himself. He was on his way to The Burrow.
{{Author's Note: There's the first chapter. Kinda slow, I know. More on the way....soon! :)}}
{{Author's Notes: May contain OoTP spoilers. A bit of violence and a death, a death of someone we love. Please no hate mail *lol* And I am also not a very good writer and storyteller, so if the fic sucks, let me apologize :)}}
Chapter One
Harry Potter was sitting at his desk, quill in his hand, writing a letter to his best friend Ron Weasley. He sighed. It was another summer at Number 4, Privet Drive, and hopefully his last one. The Dursey's had been a bit nicer to him since Lupin, Mad-Eye Moody, Mr. Weasley and Tonks had had a "talk" with Uncle Vernon at the end of his 5th Year, but not nice enough to make him want to stay with the Dursley's forerver. He couldn't wait to get out. Where he was going to go, he had no idea. He couldn't get a place of his own until he got a job, and where would he get a job before his last day of 7th Year?
Harry quickly penned the rest of Ron's letter and sent it off with Hedwig. He knew Ron would reply quickly. He'd probably have Ron's reply tomorrow morning, along with his birthday present. Harry's 17th birthday was tomorrow, July 31st. He can't say he's ever looked forward to his birthday's, and this year was no exception. He did, however, love getting presents and birthday cards from his best friends, but just once he wanted a nice party, with his friends and with games and food.
"POTTER!" Uncle Vernon called him from downstairs.
Harry sighed again, got up, and walked slowly down the carpeted starcase. He found Vernon, as well as his wife Petunia and their son Dudley, in the kitchen eating dinner. Vernon nodded towards a plate of food. Not much food, but food nonetheless. "Dinner"
Harry sat down at the kitchen table, and began eating. He wasn't really hungry but he knew he better eat it. He didn't need to hear his aunt and uncle scolding him about "not appreciating the things they do for him". So, Harry ate quickly and made a beeline for his bedroom. He pulled on his pajamas, took off his glasses and lay in bed. He wasn't sure why, but he was awfully tired, so he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, not noticing Hedwig come back and fly into her open cage.
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The next morning, Harry awoke when something dropped onto his stomache, a big something. He sat up in bed and reached for his glasses. As he put them on, he noticed, Pig, Ron's tiny hyperactive owl, flittering around the ceiling, looking very pleased with himself. Harry had to smile.
He glanced down and saw a letter and a package. Harry opened Ron's letter first. As he pulled the parchment out of the envelope, a small package of something shiny and gray fell out as well. Harry thought it might have been Floo Powder. He had traveled by the Floo Network before, and didn't like it that much. He unfolded Ron's letter and began reading.
"Dear Harry,
How are you doing this summer? Are the Muggles treating you better? I hope so. This letter is going to be short, I'm afraid. I have to leave in a few minutes. I'm going somewhere with Dad, but he won't tell me where. I'll be back this afternoon. Mum has sent some Floo Powder for you. She said to come anytime. And bring your school things. If you can't manage it all by yourself, let me know, and Dad and I can come for you.
Well, I've got to be going. Dad is calling for me. I've also sent your birthday present!
Happy Birthday!!
Ron"
Harry put down the letter and reached for Ron's package. It was big, but not very heavy. He glanced up at Pig, who was still flittering around the ceiling. "What are you waiting for?" He asked the little owl. "A tip?"
Pig hooted gleefully, and Harry laughed. "Get out of here" He said throwing a pillow at the animal. Pig gave one more quick hoot and flew out of window. Harry shook his head with a smile on his face, and turned back to Ron's package. He tore off the wrapping paper and inside was a box of sweets galore. Harry gave a small laugh. That's Ron, always thinking of sweets. He dug through the candy. Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, among others. The he ganced at the Floo Powder. He would love to spend the rest of the summer at The Burrow. The Weasley's have proved to be more of a family to him than the Dursley's. He re-read Ron's note. No mention if Hermione was going to be there. Harry gathered up his school things, packed them all in his trunk and smiled to himself. He was on his way to The Burrow.
{{Author's Note: There's the first chapter. Kinda slow, I know. More on the way....soon! :)}}