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Setting: starts out during the summer after Harry's second year.
"Boy, you better hurry up with your lolly-gagging. I'm not waiting all day for you to take your time while you finish eating breakfast." "Yes'm," Harry mumbled towards his normal toast (well-burnt, as usual). He shoved the last bite in his mouth and placed the plate through the cat door. He sat back against the wall perpendicular with the doorway and sighed, chewing on his dry toast. "I'm never going to escape here. Poor Hedwig hasn't been outside to enjoy the sunshine," Harry thought to himself as he glanced towards the snowy owl perched on his bedpost. She was the only thing that was allowed in his room that faintly reminded him of Hogwarts. Since his escape from the house last summer, the Dursleys were VERY strict about anything to do with magic. He was lucky to have Hedwig out of her cage, but she looked bored anyhow. The window had been barred again, only twice more than last time, and she couldn't get out to do anything. His walls were barren, and he longed just to have his broom to sit in the corner and look magnificent. Even if it wasn't the newest model, it was still beautiful to him. Instead, it was locked away in the cupboard under the stairs, collecting dust and cobwebs. Anything would be nice to look at.
Thump.
Harry looked around to see what had hit him in the head. Hedwig had a tendency of throwing Harry's shoes at him out of sheer boredom and humor. He looked at Hedwig and she looked at him back with a clueless look on her snowy face. He glanced down at his feet and noticed a rock. He looked towards the window and smiled. Someone had thrown it through the bars. He picked the rock up and rubbed the dirt off of it. Instantly at his touch, the rock turned into a puff of smoke and emitted a letter. He laughed silently (if Dudley heard him laughing, he'd tattle on him to his father for having any sort of fun) and opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I heard that your windows were barred again. I would come to save you but our car is still in the Forbidden Forest. Shame, isn't it? Anyhow, Percy found this paper that turns to a rock if you write something on it and wait 10 seconds. I figured out how to use it, and hopefully you did too. After you finish reading, wait a few seconds and it'll turn back to a rock. Then sqeeze it and it'll turn into a blank paper! Neat, huh? I've been writing to Hermione over the summer like normal, and she says, "hello!" I wish you could come to the house and stay for a weekend. I know how you enjoy my house so much.. I can't figure out why though. Maybe it's the Dursleys? Well, back to the subject. I was reading Hermione's letter and she told me that she heard a rumor from someone else that there was a new girl coming in for her first year. I know, you're thinking, "wow, so what?" Well, she's OUR age. Apparently, she's had a rough childhood (as if you didn't!) and her parents wanted to keep her for 2 more years before she found out that she was a witch. I wonder if her parents are Muggle? Who knows. Well, if you want, throw a rock out your window and hopefully our owl won't die on the way back. See you soon!
Ron
Harry's face lit up. Ron had thought of something ingenious! Ron had evidentally gotten his letter turned into rock and sent it with his owl, Errol. Harry squeezed the rock and it turned to a blank paper. He found a pen under his bed (evidentally Dudley forgot it was in there after he cleared out his things) and started to write a letter to Ron.
Ron,
Hello! It's nice to hear from you. Great idea, whoever invented this! Where did you find it? I luckily found this pen under the bed. How has your vacation been? Mine isn't much.. they locked me in again. Smart thinking to use this letter that turns into rock! I would have nearly forgotten to do that. That's sort of strange to request your child be held back 2 years, she must have had a bad childhood. We'll find out somehow. I hope she's not really strange, or else she might stalk us or something! Tell Hermione I said, "hello!" I miss Hogwarts. The only thing I have with me is Hedwig, and she's absolutely bored.. I don't know how I manage it. Well, I better be going, I hear someone walking down the hall. If they hear me doing anything, they might think I'm having fun, and put me back in the cupboard. Hope to get hit in the head with a rock again soon!
Harry
He counted the last 10 seconds and sure enough, it turned to a small rock. He stood up and walked to the window to see poor Errol, perched on a tree brach, sleeping. He whistled quietly at the owl. "Psst! Errol!" The owl opened one eye, looked at Harry, and opened his other eye and slowly flew to the window. He handed the rock to him and whispered, "thank you." Errol bowed his head and flew lethargically away in the direction of Ron's house.
Setting: starts out during the summer after Harry's second year.
"Boy, you better hurry up with your lolly-gagging. I'm not waiting all day for you to take your time while you finish eating breakfast." "Yes'm," Harry mumbled towards his normal toast (well-burnt, as usual). He shoved the last bite in his mouth and placed the plate through the cat door. He sat back against the wall perpendicular with the doorway and sighed, chewing on his dry toast. "I'm never going to escape here. Poor Hedwig hasn't been outside to enjoy the sunshine," Harry thought to himself as he glanced towards the snowy owl perched on his bedpost. She was the only thing that was allowed in his room that faintly reminded him of Hogwarts. Since his escape from the house last summer, the Dursleys were VERY strict about anything to do with magic. He was lucky to have Hedwig out of her cage, but she looked bored anyhow. The window had been barred again, only twice more than last time, and she couldn't get out to do anything. His walls were barren, and he longed just to have his broom to sit in the corner and look magnificent. Even if it wasn't the newest model, it was still beautiful to him. Instead, it was locked away in the cupboard under the stairs, collecting dust and cobwebs. Anything would be nice to look at.
Thump.
Harry looked around to see what had hit him in the head. Hedwig had a tendency of throwing Harry's shoes at him out of sheer boredom and humor. He looked at Hedwig and she looked at him back with a clueless look on her snowy face. He glanced down at his feet and noticed a rock. He looked towards the window and smiled. Someone had thrown it through the bars. He picked the rock up and rubbed the dirt off of it. Instantly at his touch, the rock turned into a puff of smoke and emitted a letter. He laughed silently (if Dudley heard him laughing, he'd tattle on him to his father for having any sort of fun) and opened the letter.
Dear Harry,
How are you? I heard that your windows were barred again. I would come to save you but our car is still in the Forbidden Forest. Shame, isn't it? Anyhow, Percy found this paper that turns to a rock if you write something on it and wait 10 seconds. I figured out how to use it, and hopefully you did too. After you finish reading, wait a few seconds and it'll turn back to a rock. Then sqeeze it and it'll turn into a blank paper! Neat, huh? I've been writing to Hermione over the summer like normal, and she says, "hello!" I wish you could come to the house and stay for a weekend. I know how you enjoy my house so much.. I can't figure out why though. Maybe it's the Dursleys? Well, back to the subject. I was reading Hermione's letter and she told me that she heard a rumor from someone else that there was a new girl coming in for her first year. I know, you're thinking, "wow, so what?" Well, she's OUR age. Apparently, she's had a rough childhood (as if you didn't!) and her parents wanted to keep her for 2 more years before she found out that she was a witch. I wonder if her parents are Muggle? Who knows. Well, if you want, throw a rock out your window and hopefully our owl won't die on the way back. See you soon!
Ron
Harry's face lit up. Ron had thought of something ingenious! Ron had evidentally gotten his letter turned into rock and sent it with his owl, Errol. Harry squeezed the rock and it turned to a blank paper. He found a pen under his bed (evidentally Dudley forgot it was in there after he cleared out his things) and started to write a letter to Ron.
Ron,
Hello! It's nice to hear from you. Great idea, whoever invented this! Where did you find it? I luckily found this pen under the bed. How has your vacation been? Mine isn't much.. they locked me in again. Smart thinking to use this letter that turns into rock! I would have nearly forgotten to do that. That's sort of strange to request your child be held back 2 years, she must have had a bad childhood. We'll find out somehow. I hope she's not really strange, or else she might stalk us or something! Tell Hermione I said, "hello!" I miss Hogwarts. The only thing I have with me is Hedwig, and she's absolutely bored.. I don't know how I manage it. Well, I better be going, I hear someone walking down the hall. If they hear me doing anything, they might think I'm having fun, and put me back in the cupboard. Hope to get hit in the head with a rock again soon!
Harry
He counted the last 10 seconds and sure enough, it turned to a small rock. He stood up and walked to the window to see poor Errol, perched on a tree brach, sleeping. He whistled quietly at the owl. "Psst! Errol!" The owl opened one eye, looked at Harry, and opened his other eye and slowly flew to the window. He handed the rock to him and whispered, "thank you." Errol bowed his head and flew lethargically away in the direction of Ron's house.