A/N: hey everyone. ok this is my first Harry Potter fanfic. so let me know if i should continue with it or not. here's the first chappie. RR!!
disclaimer: i do not own Harry Potter, JK Rowling, or any characters!!
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Harry Potter woke up to the sound of Hedwig, his owl, beating against his bedroom window. Harry quickly got out of bed and stepped onto the floor. He had forgotten how cold the floor was at three in then morning. Hearing his Uncle Vernon stir in the bedroom next door, Harry hurried over to the window to let Hedwig in before she woke everyone in the house. Hedwig flew inside and landed on Harry's bed. Harry walked over and sat down next to her.
"It's about time you came back, girl. You've been gone for days," Harry whispered to her. He then noticed she had some rolled up parchment tied to her leg. "Whatcha got there?" He asked, knowing he wouldn't get a response. He untied the parchment and took Hedwig over to her cage. Once he shut the cage door, Hedwig pulled one wing over her head and fell asleep. Harry went back over to his bed and unrolled the parchment.
Dear Harry,
Hello. Sorry I haven't written all summer. I was busy, mate. Anyway, Hermione's gonna be staying at the burrow starting the day after tomorrow. Would you like to, too? You do every year. Just wondering. Write back soon. Hope you can come. Well, I gotta go. Mum's just gotten out of bed. I think she knows I'm not asleep. Parents these days.
See you soon,
Ron
Why would Ron write to him this late at night? Or this early in the morning? Oh well. Harry decided he would write back later on today. He rolled the parchment back up and placed it on his bedside table before going back to bed and easily falling asleep.
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The next morning, Harry was awakened by his uncle barging into his room and picking him up roughly by the back of his nightshirt.
"Boy, what was that sound this morning at around three a.m.?" Uncle Vernon growled. Harry struggled to answer but he couldn't because of the grip Uncle Vernon had on him. He could barely breathe. "Answer me boy!"
"It...... was.......... Hed.........wig," Harry managed to gasp. Vernon threw Harry by his shirt across the room.
"So, it was your little owl that was making all that bloody noise?" Vernon snarled. Harry nodded as he was gasping for air. "Haven't I told you to keep that bloody owl locked up at night?"
"I couldn't help it. I had sent her out days before now and she only just came back now," Harry told his uncle defensively.
"Well if it happens again, boy, you will be back in the old cupboard under the stairs without any food or daylight for a week. Got it?" Uncle Vernon growled evilly at his nephew. Harry nodded. "Good. Now what did your bloody little friends want?"
"What do you mean?" Harry asked.
"What do you mean, what do I mean? That retched owl of yours must have brought something back from your puny little friends. What did they want at three a.m.?" Vernon repeated.
Harry was about to argue back and say something like "It's my mail not yours. So stay out of my business." But he knew better. So instead he said, "It was my friend Ron. He wanted to know if I could stay at his place the rest of the summer starting the day after tomorrow."
"Ron. Is that the little red head with all the siblings and that pudgy mum?" Vernon asked scrunching up his forehead trying to remember.
"Yes," Harry replied. He was angry that his uncle would call anyone 'pudgy' considering his own appearance. "The one I stay with every summer."
"I know who you're talking about, boy," Uncle Vernon sneered.
"Well, you're the one that asked," Harry replied defensively. "Can I or can't I?"
"It depends on your behavior. You can start by getting downstairs and making the breakfast," his uncle ordered. Uncle Vernon left the room. Harry sighed and followed. Downstairs, Dudley and Aunt Petunia were in the living room. Dudley was watching something on TV and Aunt Petunia was reading a Home And Garden magazine. When Uncle Vernon and Harry came down the stairs, neither of them looked up.
"Petunia, what's for breakfast? I told the boy to make it," Uncle Vernon said.
"What I was going to make is laid out on the stove. He can make that," Aunt Petunia replied.
"You heard her. Get in there and start cooking. But don't burn anything or you won't be going to your little friend's excuse for a house," Uncle Vernon demanded turning to Harry.
"Yes sir," Harry replied as he turned and walked into the kitchen. He could hear Dudley laughing at the television, Uncle Vernon turning the pages of his newspaper, and Aunt Petunia turning the pages of her magazine. He was stuck in here cooking breakfast. Not that he would like it any better out there. He figured he'd better do what he was told anyway so he would be able to go to Ron's. Harry picked up the bacon, eggs, sausage, and bread and began to get the pans out. He turned on the stove burners and let the eggs, bacon, and sausage cook as he put the bread in the toaster. A little while later breakfast was done. He put the food onto separate dishes and set them on the table in the middle. Harry walked out to the living room. No one looked up.
"Um, excuse me? Breakfast is ready," Harry said. Dudley ran past Harry and into the kitchen, shaking the whole house. he was followed by Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Harry walked in last hoping they liked it so he could go to Ron's.
"It looks normal," Aunt Petunia said sitting down.
"I'll taste it," Dudley offered taking an egg, two pieces of bacon, two pieces of sausage, and a piece of toast. Dudley took a bite. "It's ok. You can eat it." Everyone took their helpings of the meal and agreed with Dudley. Harry was happy when he heard this. After breakfast, Uncle Vernon looked at Harry.
"So, you cooked a good breakfast. You still have to behave for the next two days," Uncle Vernon told him. Harry agreed.
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Later that night, Harry sat on his bed writing his letter back to Ron.
Dear Ron,
I would love to come and stay at your place the rest of the summer. I'm glad Hermione can make it. My uncle said that if I behave until then, I will be allowed to come too. I will try to behave, but you know how it is here. I hope I can make it. I'll write to you when I know for sure. I gotta go now.
Harry
Harry rolled up the parchment and tied it to Hedwig's leg. He opened the window and sent Hedwig out to Ron's. About five minutes later, Harry heard an owl beating against his window. 'That can't be Hedwig now. I wonder who it is?' Harry thought to himself. He got up and opened the window. A great barn owl flew in and dropped a letter on his bed. Harry unrolled the parchment and read.
Dear Harry,
Hello. How have you been? I'm sorry I haven't written to you before now. Listen, Ron told me that he invited you to stay at his place along with me. That's great. Although, we have decided that I should come earlier. Harry, I think that you should be careful. Maybe you haven't heard, but You-Know-Who is back. And since this is our last year at Hogwarts, he might be more dangerous now than ever to you. Be careful, Harry. See you soon.
Love,
Hermione
Voldemort's back again? That really did not surprise Harry at all. And did Hermione say love at the end? Love. What am interesting word. Although, Harry knew that Hermione didn't love him. At least, not the way he loved her. She may love him as a friend, but never anything more. It made Harry sort of angry that Hermione was going to be at Ron's before he was. Why did Hermione get to go earlier? Why had Ron invited her to come before Harry? Sometimes Harry got the feeling that there was something going on between those two. And it really made him mad. Ron was his best friend. Hermione was the girl of his dreams. I really made Harry angry to think of what could be going on between the two of them. Harry decided to let it go for the night. He closed his window and went over to his bed to get some sleep. Tomorrow he would write to Sirius. That is, if Hedwig was back by then.
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The next morning, Harry woke up and went downstairs. He wanted to leave another good impression today so he could get to Ron's tomorrow. When he got to the living room, he sat down on the end of the couch opposite the end Dudley was sitting on. Harry could feel Dudley tense up as Harry sat down. He could see the looks of hatred in his aunt and uncle's eyes.
"All right, boy. Listen up, if you are good today, you can go to your friend's house tomorrow. Understand?" Uncle Vernon asked him.
"Yes sir," Harry replied. He was still thinking about the possibilities of what could be going on between Ron and Hermione. Maybe he was just being paranoid. And Voldemort was back, too. Harry had a lot on his mind.
"Ok. Then get in there and make breakfast again," Uncle Vernon ordered. Harry obeyed. He figured that part of the reason he was sent to make breakfast again was so that he would leave the room. Not that he had a problem with it. Harry made the pancakes and called in his aunt, uncle, and cousin. After eating the pancakes, Uncle Vernon told Harry that he had a list of chores to do. If Harry did them all and did them all well, he could go to Ron's. If not, he couldn't. Harry agreed.
"So, get started," Uncle Vernon ordered. Harry went out back and mowed the lawn. Then he pulled the weeds out of the garden. He picked the apples from the apple tree. He painted the fence. Polished the porch railing. And washed the car. Inside he had to do the dishes. Mop the kitchen. Sweep the living room. Wash the windows. Cook lunch. Do lunch dishes. Clean out the refrigerator. Cook dinner. Do the dinner dishes. Then, Uncle Vernon called him into the living room.
"Ok, boy. You behaved. You did everything you were told to do, so you may go to your friend's house the rest of the summer," Uncle Vernon said.
"Thank you sir," Harry replied quietly. Harry walked upstairs to his room to write to Sirius and Ron. Hedwig had come back earlier that day.
Dear Ron,
Great news, I can come! Pick me up around noon tomorrow. See you then.
Harry
Harry figured it was best not to mention he was upset about Hermione coming first. Or that he thought there was something going on between the two. Harry took out another piece of parchment to write to Sirius.
Dear Sirius,
Hi Sirius. I just figured I would write to let you know that I am going to Ron's tomorrow at noon. Also, if you didn't know, which you probably do, Voldemort is back again. I know he will be after me again. So before you start telling me to be careful, I will assure you that I will be. Anyway, I gotta go. I have to pack.
Harry
Harry rolled up the two letters and tied them to Hedwig's leg. He sent her off and began to pack. Later that night, Harry had finished packing and was lying in bed. This was the last summer he would have to be here. Since this is going to be his last year at Hogwarts, he won't have to come back to the Dursleys' house anymore. Starting tomorrow at noon when he leaves with Ron, he will never have to come back to this place. Harry Potter will finally be free.
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A/N: sorry not a lot happened this chapter. also i know this was probably long and boring to read, but i promise it will get better once he gets to Ron's place and even better when he gets to Hogwarts. so i hope u all liked this chappie. please RR!!