I'm fiddling with this idea...so don't be all 'grr' if it's not good . I don't own any of the characters except for the one ^^
Birthdays and Comets
Harry Potter sighed as he stared into the starry night. A couple faraway crickets chirped from down in the garden and a cool breeze ruffled his untidy jet-black hair. Harry was a rather skinny boy with knobbly knees and jet-black hair that always seemed to be untidy no matter how many times he combed it down. The most interesting part about him was the thin, lighting shaped scar on his forehead -- a curse scar given to him by Lord Voldemort, the most powerful and feared Dark Wizard.
Ron Weasley's snores echoed behind him and his owl, Pig, was snoozing in his cage. Hedwig, his own snowy owl, was in her cage beside Pig's, her head under her wing. The clock on the bedside table read 12:45 in bright emerald green letters.
Harry was spending the summer -- and the rest of his life, in fact -- at the Burrow. When the Weasley's had told him that they'd officially adopted him, his heart gave tremendous leap of joy and he actually hugged Mrs. Weasley around the middle. He'd actually be leaving the Dursleys -- no more people flinching at the sight of him, no more being pushed and punched by and his gang -- he was free.
It also struck him, as he glanced at the clock again, that he'd been fifteen years old for almost an hour. He was getting ready to climb down from the windowsill, when he heard the rustle of blankets and a groan come from the bed behind him. Harry looked across the room at Ron as he sat up and looked over at Harry.
"What're you up for?"
Harry shrugged. "Couldn't think."
Ron looked over at his bedside clock and immediately grinned at Harry. "Happy birthday." He laughed at Harry's shocked expression. "I know you're not used to that with the Muggles but people actually like you here."
smiled. "Thanks, Ron."
"No problem."
Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and he noticed she had awoken. She was watching him with her amber colored eyes as he unlocked her cage. She nipped at his finger affectionately before swooping across the room and out the window. Pig was still sleeping, his tiny head under his wing.
Just as Ron was about to close the window, a large tawny owl swooped through the window, almost causing Ron to fall backwards into his dresser. The owl landed on Ron's shoulder, dropped a letter in his hands, and waited patiently for his paying. Ron slipped a silver sickle into the owl's leg pouch and he took off, swooping through the window and into the night.
"This must be Hermone's answer. I told her my mum and dad adopted you." he said, as he tore open the letter and proceeded to read it outloud.
"Dear Harry and Ron,
That's great news! That Uncle Vernon Harry has been talking about sounds absolutely dreadful. Do you like my new owl? His name is Calais."
Ron paused after that sentence to look up at the large tawny owl, who was currently lounging in Hedwig's empty cage. The owl looked up at the two boys with his yellow eyes and hooted and Ron continued to read.
"Crookshanks, unfortunately, has run away. I've tried looking for him, but unless he comes back on his own, he's gone for good (much to Ron's dissapointment, I can guess.)
I know Ron won't like this, but I have been made a Prefect. I got my badge and the letter two weeks into the vacation! I'm so glad to finally have been made a Prefect!"
Ron groaned. "That's just perfect...first Percy, then Hermione!"
Harry grabbed the letter and continued to read.
"Anyway, happy birthday Harry! Calais should have your birthday present attached to his leg. It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Hope you have a good life with Ron's family!
Love,
Hermione"
Harry looked up from the letter and saw a small, square package on the floor under the window.
"Hermione's owl must have dropped it on his way in," said Ron, as he picked up the package and handed it to Harry. "Go on, open it."
"What could possibly have sent me that's so small? Can't be a book..." Harry mumbled as he opened the tiny package and removed the paper. "It's a Rememberall! Neville had one!" he said, as he held up the glass ball the size of a large marble full of gray smoke. Harry blinked as Calais landed on his shoulder, gave a sharp nip at his ear with his beak, and soared out the window.
"Not a very friendly bird, is it?" asked Ron, as he watched Calais fly away over the treetops.
Harry shook his head as he placed the Rememberall on his bed, and looked out the window at the now pink sky. "Nearly sunrise." he said, getting up and stretching. "Want to go downstairs?"
"Alright then," said Ron, getting up and opening his bedroom door, Harry in tow. The two boys walked down the numerous flights of stairs in the Burrow, and Harry stopped once they got close to the living room.
"George!! That was my FOOT!"
"Soooooorry Perce..."
"SHHH you two! I think he's coming!!"
A loud shuffling and rustling was heard as the Weasley family obviously tried to hide as a part of their suprise birthday party for Harry. Ron turned to grin at him and let him go first down the stairs. Once he stepped off the bottom step, he almost laughed outloud. George was standing in the corner, trying to be as straight as possible, a lamp shade on his head. The top of Percy's head was visible behind the worn old couch. Ginny's rear end was sticking out behind one of the big armchairs.
"SUPRISE!" the Weasley's all yelled at once, jumping out from their hiding place.
Harry laughed and tried to act as suprised as possible as the Weasley children surrounded him and began to pull him towards the kitchen table. Mrs. Weasley emerged from the kitchen, a sticky chocolate cake with "Happy Birthday Harry!" written across the top in gooey emerald green icing.
"Happy birthday, Dear! Ron's told us you've never had a proper birthday with those horrid Muggles you live with so we thought we'd throw you a party!"
Harry grinned as the family ushered him to the dinner table, where fifteen candles were lit on the cake. After an off-key rendition of the Happy Birthday Song, Harry blew out every single one of the candles, only to have them re-light themselves.
"A Muggle trick. Mum found a pack in a shop and she thought it would be funny to put these on your cake." Fred explained, picking the still burning candles carefully from the cake and putting them out on the nearest paper plate. As they ate cake, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George talked about Quidditch as Ginny, Percy, and Mrs. Weasley discussed other things.
As nightfall began to creep closer, Harry dashed upstairs and grabbed his top-of-the-line Firebolt broomstick, and the four boys marched outside to play a quick game of Quidditch. Fred, George, and Ron could only stare enviously at Harry as he swooped swiftly in between the trees and high into the air, catching anything Fred and George could throw at him.
As Harry flew higher into the air to be able to reach an apple George had chucked at him, something large and golden streaked past him, and crashed into the ground, making a crater.
"Hey! What was that?!" said Harry, flying down to examine the crater.
A few seconds later, another golden thing whizzed by, narrowly missing Ron's head.
"Hey I think these are comets!" said George, pulling his jacket over his head.
"Why in the world would comets be streaking down from space??" yelled George.
"RUN FOR IT!" yelled Harry, as multiple comets began shooting down from the sky, making craters in the ground. Ron slammed the back door behind them safely and looked around at everyone's confused faces.
"Beats me...It seems to have stopped now."
They all peered outside. It was true. The sky was now comet free. As they unsteadily marched upstairs to get ready for bed, Harry began to wonder. Why would comets suddenly come shooting down out of nowhere without any warning? And why were they such a brilliant golden color? These questions haunted Harry as he fell into a rather uneasy sleep after an exciting day.
*End Part 1*
Birthdays and Comets
Harry Potter sighed as he stared into the starry night. A couple faraway crickets chirped from down in the garden and a cool breeze ruffled his untidy jet-black hair. Harry was a rather skinny boy with knobbly knees and jet-black hair that always seemed to be untidy no matter how many times he combed it down. The most interesting part about him was the thin, lighting shaped scar on his forehead -- a curse scar given to him by Lord Voldemort, the most powerful and feared Dark Wizard.
Ron Weasley's snores echoed behind him and his owl, Pig, was snoozing in his cage. Hedwig, his own snowy owl, was in her cage beside Pig's, her head under her wing. The clock on the bedside table read 12:45 in bright emerald green letters.
Harry was spending the summer -- and the rest of his life, in fact -- at the Burrow. When the Weasley's had told him that they'd officially adopted him, his heart gave tremendous leap of joy and he actually hugged Mrs. Weasley around the middle. He'd actually be leaving the Dursleys -- no more people flinching at the sight of him, no more being pushed and punched by and his gang -- he was free.
It also struck him, as he glanced at the clock again, that he'd been fifteen years old for almost an hour. He was getting ready to climb down from the windowsill, when he heard the rustle of blankets and a groan come from the bed behind him. Harry looked across the room at Ron as he sat up and looked over at Harry.
"What're you up for?"
Harry shrugged. "Couldn't think."
Ron looked over at his bedside clock and immediately grinned at Harry. "Happy birthday." He laughed at Harry's shocked expression. "I know you're not used to that with the Muggles but people actually like you here."
smiled. "Thanks, Ron."
"No problem."
Harry walked over to Hedwig's cage and he noticed she had awoken. She was watching him with her amber colored eyes as he unlocked her cage. She nipped at his finger affectionately before swooping across the room and out the window. Pig was still sleeping, his tiny head under his wing.
Just as Ron was about to close the window, a large tawny owl swooped through the window, almost causing Ron to fall backwards into his dresser. The owl landed on Ron's shoulder, dropped a letter in his hands, and waited patiently for his paying. Ron slipped a silver sickle into the owl's leg pouch and he took off, swooping through the window and into the night.
"This must be Hermone's answer. I told her my mum and dad adopted you." he said, as he tore open the letter and proceeded to read it outloud.
"Dear Harry and Ron,
That's great news! That Uncle Vernon Harry has been talking about sounds absolutely dreadful. Do you like my new owl? His name is Calais."
Ron paused after that sentence to look up at the large tawny owl, who was currently lounging in Hedwig's empty cage. The owl looked up at the two boys with his yellow eyes and hooted and Ron continued to read.
"Crookshanks, unfortunately, has run away. I've tried looking for him, but unless he comes back on his own, he's gone for good (much to Ron's dissapointment, I can guess.)
I know Ron won't like this, but I have been made a Prefect. I got my badge and the letter two weeks into the vacation! I'm so glad to finally have been made a Prefect!"
Ron groaned. "That's just perfect...first Percy, then Hermione!"
Harry grabbed the letter and continued to read.
"Anyway, happy birthday Harry! Calais should have your birthday present attached to his leg. It's not much, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Hope you have a good life with Ron's family!
Love,
Hermione"
Harry looked up from the letter and saw a small, square package on the floor under the window.
"Hermione's owl must have dropped it on his way in," said Ron, as he picked up the package and handed it to Harry. "Go on, open it."
"What could possibly have sent me that's so small? Can't be a book..." Harry mumbled as he opened the tiny package and removed the paper. "It's a Rememberall! Neville had one!" he said, as he held up the glass ball the size of a large marble full of gray smoke. Harry blinked as Calais landed on his shoulder, gave a sharp nip at his ear with his beak, and soared out the window.
"Not a very friendly bird, is it?" asked Ron, as he watched Calais fly away over the treetops.
Harry shook his head as he placed the Rememberall on his bed, and looked out the window at the now pink sky. "Nearly sunrise." he said, getting up and stretching. "Want to go downstairs?"
"Alright then," said Ron, getting up and opening his bedroom door, Harry in tow. The two boys walked down the numerous flights of stairs in the Burrow, and Harry stopped once they got close to the living room.
"George!! That was my FOOT!"
"Soooooorry Perce..."
"SHHH you two! I think he's coming!!"
A loud shuffling and rustling was heard as the Weasley family obviously tried to hide as a part of their suprise birthday party for Harry. Ron turned to grin at him and let him go first down the stairs. Once he stepped off the bottom step, he almost laughed outloud. George was standing in the corner, trying to be as straight as possible, a lamp shade on his head. The top of Percy's head was visible behind the worn old couch. Ginny's rear end was sticking out behind one of the big armchairs.
"SUPRISE!" the Weasley's all yelled at once, jumping out from their hiding place.
Harry laughed and tried to act as suprised as possible as the Weasley children surrounded him and began to pull him towards the kitchen table. Mrs. Weasley emerged from the kitchen, a sticky chocolate cake with "Happy Birthday Harry!" written across the top in gooey emerald green icing.
"Happy birthday, Dear! Ron's told us you've never had a proper birthday with those horrid Muggles you live with so we thought we'd throw you a party!"
Harry grinned as the family ushered him to the dinner table, where fifteen candles were lit on the cake. After an off-key rendition of the Happy Birthday Song, Harry blew out every single one of the candles, only to have them re-light themselves.
"A Muggle trick. Mum found a pack in a shop and she thought it would be funny to put these on your cake." Fred explained, picking the still burning candles carefully from the cake and putting them out on the nearest paper plate. As they ate cake, Ron, Harry, Fred, and George talked about Quidditch as Ginny, Percy, and Mrs. Weasley discussed other things.
As nightfall began to creep closer, Harry dashed upstairs and grabbed his top-of-the-line Firebolt broomstick, and the four boys marched outside to play a quick game of Quidditch. Fred, George, and Ron could only stare enviously at Harry as he swooped swiftly in between the trees and high into the air, catching anything Fred and George could throw at him.
As Harry flew higher into the air to be able to reach an apple George had chucked at him, something large and golden streaked past him, and crashed into the ground, making a crater.
"Hey! What was that?!" said Harry, flying down to examine the crater.
A few seconds later, another golden thing whizzed by, narrowly missing Ron's head.
"Hey I think these are comets!" said George, pulling his jacket over his head.
"Why in the world would comets be streaking down from space??" yelled George.
"RUN FOR IT!" yelled Harry, as multiple comets began shooting down from the sky, making craters in the ground. Ron slammed the back door behind them safely and looked around at everyone's confused faces.
"Beats me...It seems to have stopped now."
They all peered outside. It was true. The sky was now comet free. As they unsteadily marched upstairs to get ready for bed, Harry began to wonder. Why would comets suddenly come shooting down out of nowhere without any warning? And why were they such a brilliant golden color? These questions haunted Harry as he fell into a rather uneasy sleep after an exciting day.
*End Part 1*