Well this is my 3rd official Fanfic. My first one ("Time is Precious") had
a lot of chapters, but they were all short. Then my other one was just a
fun one (which was also short). I plan on making this one a little longer,
and hopefully better. It won't be as sad as "Time is Precious", or probably
as strange as "The Night of the Drunken Gryffindor Boobs". It will only
have the characters from the book (no OC's). I haven't thought of a title
yet, but I am working on it. I hope that you will all like it. ^__^ Oh
yeah, this also won't have any slash stuff.
Ch.1- Summer Holidays
Harry sat on his bed at the Dursley's house. He was miserable, as usual. He had another week before school started again. He couldn't wait, because he was going to the Weasley's house tomorrow. Hermione wouldn't be there, which didn't upset him very badly (because she and Ron would fight constantly).
"Harry! Get down here now!" It was Aunt Petunia. Harry walked slowly down the stairs, because he knew that she probably wanted him to do more work. He had already mowed the lawn, weeded the flowerbeds, mopped the kitchen, and so on. He had only just gotten in his room, and just to have a break.
He finally found her in the kitchen. "You missed a spot on the floor." Harry looked at her in disbelief. He looked at the floor. How could she have seen that? It was so small that Harry didn't see it until she pointed it out. "Well clean it up."
"Yes ma'am." He grabbed the mop from the pantry, and cleaned it up.
"You should do a better job next time." She gave his a hateful look. "You don't show any appreciation for what we have done for you. You ungrateful child..."
Harry was hardly a child. He was 15. He was a teenager. He was taller than she was. Harry just stood there and nodded, acting like he was listening, but his mind was on other things. Eventually Aunt Petunia was through ranting. Harry put up the mop, and was about to return to his room. "Set the dinner table."
Harry rolled his eyes. He got the plates, napkins, silverware, and cups. He placed them on the table, and was about to go to his room again. "Dinner is ready!" She yelled that to get Dudley and Uncle Vernon's attention. Dudley came running (or waddling rather). He sat down and was licking his lips. Uncle Vernon came in and sat down. He gave an disapproving look at Harry. "What has this lazy good-for-nothing boy done today?" He spat out the word boy as if it was a curse word.
Aunt Petunia walked to the table carrying a plate of pork chops. "Well I made him mow the lawn, weed the flowerbeds, and mop the kitchen. But he didn't do a good job. He missed a spot in the kitchen." She placed the smallest and most burnt piece on Harry's plate. She gave Dudley two, Uncle Vernon a very large one, and herself a fairly decent sized one.
"Slacking off are we?" He then started mumbling things under his breath. Things that weren't very nice about Harry. Aunt Petunia began to dip out the mashed potatoes. "What did you do today son?" Aunt Petunia handed Harry what was left over, which was a spoon full.
"Well I played video games, watched TV, ummm... Oh yeah my computer's broken."
"How did it break?"
"I threw it on the floor."
Harry then tuned out the rest of that conversation. He began to pick at his pork chop. Just one more day he thought to himself. Don't say anything, just one more day. He ate what he could and put his plate in the sink. He was walking towards the stairs. "Where are you going? You haven't cleaned the dishes." Harry swore under his breath, and went into the kitchen. He began to wash them. Aunt Petunia was in the living room with Uncle Vernon watching the news. Dudley was in his room, doing God knows what.
He looked out the window as he dried the dishes. By this time tomorrow he would be away from here. Actually at this time tomorrow he would be eating a huge meal. Delicious food, that wasn't burnt and that he could eat as much as he wanted.
He would be leaving in the morning that was so that Uncle Vernon didn't have to worry about people seeing them. They would go by Floo Powder, but only Mr. Weasley would be coming (because of the trouble that had happened the last time). They had already taken out the electric fire-thing in the fireplace. Aunt Petunia had put a tarp on the floor, because she didn't want soot all over her floor). Harry's trunk was packed and by the fireplace.
He put the dishes away, and finally headed up the stairs. He went and took a shower. He went to his room, and got dressed. He sat on his bed and dried his hair. He was so tired. He fed Hedwig a piece of bread that he had stolen from the kitchen. She began to hoot her thanks. "Make that damn bird be quiet!" Hedwig then stopped hooting, and ate the bread.
Harry walked to his bed, and pulled back the covers. He lay down and turned off his lamp. He fell asleep fast.
Aunt Petunia came into his room early in the morning. "Get up! Hurry! Get ready! I want to gone when he gets here." Harry sat up and started to yawn. "What are you waiting for? Get up!" She left his room. He stood up and stretched, and he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He hurriedly made his bed, and ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth (and tried to brush his hair, but that didn't do any good). He then did whatever else he needed to do in there. He hurried to his room, and got dressed. He grabbed Hedwig's cage, and walked carefully down the stairs. He was too excited to eat, and Aunt Petunia didn't fix him anything. He sat by the fireplace waiting.
He waited about 5 minutes, and then there was a loud noise. Someone started to cough. It was Mr. Weasley. "I'm so glad you're here."
"It's nice to see you too." Mr. Weasley smiled at him, and that was the kindest face he had seen in months. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes sir. Here is all my stuff." Mr. Weasley grabbed his trunk.
"Well let's go. Do they want to tell you goodbye?"
"No."
"Okay you know how to do this, right?" Harry nodded his head. "I will go first." Mr. Weasley stepped into that fireplace, "The Burrow." And he was gone. Harry waited about thirty seconds and decided it was time to go.
He stepped into the fireplace (just as Mr. Weasley had done), "The Burrow." And Harry was gone. Gone from the Dursley's and he wouldn't have to see them for a long time.
He landed in the crowded kitchen that he had come to love. Waiting for him there was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George. He was greeted by a tight hug from Mrs. Weasley. "Have they been feeding you?"
"Yes ma'am." He felt like he was finally home.
Note- I know that this was really short but it was only the introductory chapter. I hope that you liked it. Please tell me what you think. ^__^
Ch.1- Summer Holidays
Harry sat on his bed at the Dursley's house. He was miserable, as usual. He had another week before school started again. He couldn't wait, because he was going to the Weasley's house tomorrow. Hermione wouldn't be there, which didn't upset him very badly (because she and Ron would fight constantly).
"Harry! Get down here now!" It was Aunt Petunia. Harry walked slowly down the stairs, because he knew that she probably wanted him to do more work. He had already mowed the lawn, weeded the flowerbeds, mopped the kitchen, and so on. He had only just gotten in his room, and just to have a break.
He finally found her in the kitchen. "You missed a spot on the floor." Harry looked at her in disbelief. He looked at the floor. How could she have seen that? It was so small that Harry didn't see it until she pointed it out. "Well clean it up."
"Yes ma'am." He grabbed the mop from the pantry, and cleaned it up.
"You should do a better job next time." She gave his a hateful look. "You don't show any appreciation for what we have done for you. You ungrateful child..."
Harry was hardly a child. He was 15. He was a teenager. He was taller than she was. Harry just stood there and nodded, acting like he was listening, but his mind was on other things. Eventually Aunt Petunia was through ranting. Harry put up the mop, and was about to return to his room. "Set the dinner table."
Harry rolled his eyes. He got the plates, napkins, silverware, and cups. He placed them on the table, and was about to go to his room again. "Dinner is ready!" She yelled that to get Dudley and Uncle Vernon's attention. Dudley came running (or waddling rather). He sat down and was licking his lips. Uncle Vernon came in and sat down. He gave an disapproving look at Harry. "What has this lazy good-for-nothing boy done today?" He spat out the word boy as if it was a curse word.
Aunt Petunia walked to the table carrying a plate of pork chops. "Well I made him mow the lawn, weed the flowerbeds, and mop the kitchen. But he didn't do a good job. He missed a spot in the kitchen." She placed the smallest and most burnt piece on Harry's plate. She gave Dudley two, Uncle Vernon a very large one, and herself a fairly decent sized one.
"Slacking off are we?" He then started mumbling things under his breath. Things that weren't very nice about Harry. Aunt Petunia began to dip out the mashed potatoes. "What did you do today son?" Aunt Petunia handed Harry what was left over, which was a spoon full.
"Well I played video games, watched TV, ummm... Oh yeah my computer's broken."
"How did it break?"
"I threw it on the floor."
Harry then tuned out the rest of that conversation. He began to pick at his pork chop. Just one more day he thought to himself. Don't say anything, just one more day. He ate what he could and put his plate in the sink. He was walking towards the stairs. "Where are you going? You haven't cleaned the dishes." Harry swore under his breath, and went into the kitchen. He began to wash them. Aunt Petunia was in the living room with Uncle Vernon watching the news. Dudley was in his room, doing God knows what.
He looked out the window as he dried the dishes. By this time tomorrow he would be away from here. Actually at this time tomorrow he would be eating a huge meal. Delicious food, that wasn't burnt and that he could eat as much as he wanted.
He would be leaving in the morning that was so that Uncle Vernon didn't have to worry about people seeing them. They would go by Floo Powder, but only Mr. Weasley would be coming (because of the trouble that had happened the last time). They had already taken out the electric fire-thing in the fireplace. Aunt Petunia had put a tarp on the floor, because she didn't want soot all over her floor). Harry's trunk was packed and by the fireplace.
He put the dishes away, and finally headed up the stairs. He went and took a shower. He went to his room, and got dressed. He sat on his bed and dried his hair. He was so tired. He fed Hedwig a piece of bread that he had stolen from the kitchen. She began to hoot her thanks. "Make that damn bird be quiet!" Hedwig then stopped hooting, and ate the bread.
Harry walked to his bed, and pulled back the covers. He lay down and turned off his lamp. He fell asleep fast.
Aunt Petunia came into his room early in the morning. "Get up! Hurry! Get ready! I want to gone when he gets here." Harry sat up and started to yawn. "What are you waiting for? Get up!" She left his room. He stood up and stretched, and he wiped the sleep out of his eyes. He hurriedly made his bed, and ran to the bathroom and brushed his teeth (and tried to brush his hair, but that didn't do any good). He then did whatever else he needed to do in there. He hurried to his room, and got dressed. He grabbed Hedwig's cage, and walked carefully down the stairs. He was too excited to eat, and Aunt Petunia didn't fix him anything. He sat by the fireplace waiting.
He waited about 5 minutes, and then there was a loud noise. Someone started to cough. It was Mr. Weasley. "I'm so glad you're here."
"It's nice to see you too." Mr. Weasley smiled at him, and that was the kindest face he had seen in months. "Are you ready to go?"
"Yes sir. Here is all my stuff." Mr. Weasley grabbed his trunk.
"Well let's go. Do they want to tell you goodbye?"
"No."
"Okay you know how to do this, right?" Harry nodded his head. "I will go first." Mr. Weasley stepped into that fireplace, "The Burrow." And he was gone. Harry waited about thirty seconds and decided it was time to go.
He stepped into the fireplace (just as Mr. Weasley had done), "The Burrow." And Harry was gone. Gone from the Dursley's and he wouldn't have to see them for a long time.
He landed in the crowded kitchen that he had come to love. Waiting for him there was Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, Ron, Fred, and George. He was greeted by a tight hug from Mrs. Weasley. "Have they been feeding you?"
"Yes ma'am." He felt like he was finally home.
Note- I know that this was really short but it was only the introductory chapter. I hope that you liked it. Please tell me what you think. ^__^