BAD SUMMER
It wasn't easy for Harry to go through his summer holidays. He kept thinking and dreaming about his encounter with Voldemort and his parents. He wondered how school would be like after this. He didn't want anyone to protect him or follow him around just like what Percy had done in his third year.
Letters from Ron and Hermione did little help. Ron was suggesting on ways to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while Hermione was reminding Harry to stay inside the house.The Dursleys, oh, does he even have to think about them. Aunt Petunia was keeping Dudley away from Harry as much as possile. When Harry was in the kitchen Dudley was in the living room and the other way round. Uncle Vernon was discriminating the Weasleys as much as he could. Two weeks before the start of the term, Harry received a letter froom Ron, inviting him to stay at his home. Harry was more than happy to receive it and he couldn't wait to inform the Dursleys.That night during dinner Harry sarted off the conversation. "Ron's family have invited me to come over to their house," "Oh really. That's the best news you have given us so far," Uncle Vernon said with a smile on his face. "How are they going to get you now,eh? Through the post- box?" Uncle Vernon had not forgiven the Weasleys for the not-very-good-chimney- entrance last year. He had to use half of his salary to fix the damage. This itself was one of the many reasons why the Dursleys hated wizard nor witches. "No, they will get me the Mug-.., sorry, the normal way. By car,sir," Harry knew he was red as tomato while he was saying this. He hated anyone who made bad remarks about Ron or his family. Uncle Vernon on the other hand was taken back by surprise. The next thing he said killed Harry's appetite. "Oh my goodnes, Petunia. Can you believe what he just said? His ruddy friends have finally civilized themselves." Everyone was laughing except for Harry who got up to wash his plate. He knew they were going to continue the "Harry's idiotic friends" discussion. " Well, ask them to get you soon, boy . By today, if they could," Harry dropped his plate into the sink(luckily). He was about to hug Uncle Vernon, but he soon came to his senses. "Erm..Thank you, sir. Thank you very much,"he said. Th next few things Harry did were very fast and swift.He kissed Hedwig, sent a letter to Ron packed his things and just waited. He waited for two hours which seemed like two months. He heard the rumbling sound of a car and he knew it must be the Weasleys. He ran downstairs with his all his belongings. "Hello, dear Harry," Arthur Weasley said. Soon they were out of the house and were on their way to the Burrow, a place were Harry felt was his home, after Hogwarts of course.
It wasn't easy for Harry to go through his summer holidays. He kept thinking and dreaming about his encounter with Voldemort and his parents. He wondered how school would be like after this. He didn't want anyone to protect him or follow him around just like what Percy had done in his third year.
Letters from Ron and Hermione did little help. Ron was suggesting on ways to kill He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while Hermione was reminding Harry to stay inside the house.The Dursleys, oh, does he even have to think about them. Aunt Petunia was keeping Dudley away from Harry as much as possile. When Harry was in the kitchen Dudley was in the living room and the other way round. Uncle Vernon was discriminating the Weasleys as much as he could. Two weeks before the start of the term, Harry received a letter froom Ron, inviting him to stay at his home. Harry was more than happy to receive it and he couldn't wait to inform the Dursleys.That night during dinner Harry sarted off the conversation. "Ron's family have invited me to come over to their house," "Oh really. That's the best news you have given us so far," Uncle Vernon said with a smile on his face. "How are they going to get you now,eh? Through the post- box?" Uncle Vernon had not forgiven the Weasleys for the not-very-good-chimney- entrance last year. He had to use half of his salary to fix the damage. This itself was one of the many reasons why the Dursleys hated wizard nor witches. "No, they will get me the Mug-.., sorry, the normal way. By car,sir," Harry knew he was red as tomato while he was saying this. He hated anyone who made bad remarks about Ron or his family. Uncle Vernon on the other hand was taken back by surprise. The next thing he said killed Harry's appetite. "Oh my goodnes, Petunia. Can you believe what he just said? His ruddy friends have finally civilized themselves." Everyone was laughing except for Harry who got up to wash his plate. He knew they were going to continue the "Harry's idiotic friends" discussion. " Well, ask them to get you soon, boy . By today, if they could," Harry dropped his plate into the sink(luckily). He was about to hug Uncle Vernon, but he soon came to his senses. "Erm..Thank you, sir. Thank you very much,"he said. Th next few things Harry did were very fast and swift.He kissed Hedwig, sent a letter to Ron packed his things and just waited. He waited for two hours which seemed like two months. He heard the rumbling sound of a car and he knew it must be the Weasleys. He ran downstairs with his all his belongings. "Hello, dear Harry," Arthur Weasley said. Soon they were out of the house and were on their way to the Burrow, a place were Harry felt was his home, after Hogwarts of course.