It was a bright summer afternoon. On 4 privet drive a boy of about 18
walked
outside to get the morning paper. He picked it up and then walked back in the
house. Inside the house, bacon was sizzling, and eggs were in a pan on the stove-top. A boy of 17 walked into the kitchen with blonde hair.
"What's for breakfast?" He said sleepily.
"The last meal you'll have in this house." Said the boy who was 18. "
What-do-you-mean?" said the blonde boy shakily.
"I mean you have to find a job, and move out of here." Said the other boy.
"But you said I could stay here." Said the blonde boy.
"I know that was 1 year ago, when I got out of Hogwarts." said the boy.
"I don't have a place to go!" said the blonde boy.
"I know Dudley, but you have to take responsibility now, I'm going to get married, and I can't have you in the house!" Said the boy.
Dudley didn't argue anymore, he just ate his egg and bacon fast, then raced upstairs to his bedroom, and packed up all his stuff. 2 hours later, Dudley was pushing his stuff into a taxi, on his way to the bus stop.
The boy of 18 was eating breakfast 2 days later, when his
door-bell rang. He put down his fork, and walked to the
door.
"Harry!" Said a girl of 18 with bushy hair.
"Hello Hermione!" Said Harry, for that was his name.
"What is going on? Why did you tell me to pack things and come over?" Hermione asked puzzlingly.
"I'll tell you as soon as some more people arrive." Harry
Said.
"Ok." Said Hermione.
Harry took Hermione's jacket, and put it in the cupboard
under the stairs.
"This is a nice place Harry." Said Hermione.
"Thanks." Said Harry. "It used to be my Aunt and Uncles.
But they died in my 6th year. Me and Dudley owned it, up
until he moved 2 days ago."
"Oh." Said Hermione.
"Lemme help you bring your stuff upstairs." Said Harry.
"You're gonna be upstairs, in Dudley's 2nd bedroom."
"Ok." Said Hermione, and she handed Harry her bag.
"What did you put in this thing?" Teased Harry.
"Things girls need to survive." Hermione said. "Plus I have
another hand-bag with me." She showed him another bag.
"What's in there?" Harry teased again. "A bunch of shoes?"
"No silly, it's my make-up and other things." She sneered.
Then he carried her bag upstairs and put it on her bed in
Dudley's 2nd bedroom.
"Why are there 4 beds?" She asked suspiciously.
"You're sharing this with 3 other people." Said Harry.
Hermione peered around the room.
"It looks cozy." She Said.
"It is." Said Harry.
Then the door-bell rang, and Harry went downstairs with
Hermione behind him. Harry opened the door, and 2 people
were standing there. Both with flaming red hair and
freckles.
"Hey Harry!" Said the boy.
"Hey Ron! Hey Ginny!" Said Harry.
"Hello Harry." Said Ginny blushing slightly.
"Hey Ginny!" Said Hermione, stepping out from behind
Harry.
"Hey Hermione!" Replied Ginny.
"You 2 guys are sharing a room." Said Harry.
"Ok, come on Ginny, I'll show you our room." Said Hermione. | |
outside to get the morning paper. He picked it up and then walked back in the
house. Inside the house, bacon was sizzling, and eggs were in a pan on the stove-top. A boy of 17 walked into the kitchen with blonde hair.
"What's for breakfast?" He said sleepily.
"The last meal you'll have in this house." Said the boy who was 18. "
What-do-you-mean?" said the blonde boy shakily.
"I mean you have to find a job, and move out of here." Said the other boy.
"But you said I could stay here." Said the blonde boy.
"I know that was 1 year ago, when I got out of Hogwarts." said the boy.
"I don't have a place to go!" said the blonde boy.
"I know Dudley, but you have to take responsibility now, I'm going to get married, and I can't have you in the house!" Said the boy.
Dudley didn't argue anymore, he just ate his egg and bacon fast, then raced upstairs to his bedroom, and packed up all his stuff. 2 hours later, Dudley was pushing his stuff into a taxi, on his way to the bus stop.
The boy of 18 was eating breakfast 2 days later, when his
door-bell rang. He put down his fork, and walked to the
door.
"Harry!" Said a girl of 18 with bushy hair.
"Hello Hermione!" Said Harry, for that was his name.
"What is going on? Why did you tell me to pack things and come over?" Hermione asked puzzlingly.
"I'll tell you as soon as some more people arrive." Harry
Said.
"Ok." Said Hermione.
Harry took Hermione's jacket, and put it in the cupboard
under the stairs.
"This is a nice place Harry." Said Hermione.
"Thanks." Said Harry. "It used to be my Aunt and Uncles.
But they died in my 6th year. Me and Dudley owned it, up
until he moved 2 days ago."
"Oh." Said Hermione.
"Lemme help you bring your stuff upstairs." Said Harry.
"You're gonna be upstairs, in Dudley's 2nd bedroom."
"Ok." Said Hermione, and she handed Harry her bag.
"What did you put in this thing?" Teased Harry.
"Things girls need to survive." Hermione said. "Plus I have
another hand-bag with me." She showed him another bag.
"What's in there?" Harry teased again. "A bunch of shoes?"
"No silly, it's my make-up and other things." She sneered.
Then he carried her bag upstairs and put it on her bed in
Dudley's 2nd bedroom.
"Why are there 4 beds?" She asked suspiciously.
"You're sharing this with 3 other people." Said Harry.
Hermione peered around the room.
"It looks cozy." She Said.
"It is." Said Harry.
Then the door-bell rang, and Harry went downstairs with
Hermione behind him. Harry opened the door, and 2 people
were standing there. Both with flaming red hair and
freckles.
"Hey Harry!" Said the boy.
"Hey Ron! Hey Ginny!" Said Harry.
"Hello Harry." Said Ginny blushing slightly.
"Hey Ginny!" Said Hermione, stepping out from behind
Harry.
"Hey Hermione!" Replied Ginny.
"You 2 guys are sharing a room." Said Harry.
"Ok, come on Ginny, I'll show you our room." Said Hermione. | |