DISCLAIMER!!!!!! I, unfortunately, don't own any of these characters. So
don't bugg me about that. Oh, and because I don't, I can have them do
anything I want them too, so there :0P (just kidding)
CHAPTER ONE: DURSLEY'S AND HARRY
"Harry hun, could you go get Dudley for me?" Aunt petunia asked sweetly. Harry mentally gagged at how sweetly she talked to him. No matter what his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin did, he knew they still really did hate him. Still, he wanted to keep the peace, so he walked out of the room and got Dudley.
"Your ma wants you." he said to Dudley before leaving quickly. Dudley got up, grumbling all the way as he heaved himself to his feet and down the hall. He came out of the kitchen soon after he entered it, and was fuming.
"You" he said, seeing Harry. "You used to do all the work! Now I have to do it. What did you do to my parents? I know you must have used some of your magic on them for them to act so nice to you as if they liked you." He spat out the last few words. Dudley was coming very close to him, yet Harry didn't move. Dudley punched, but Harry dodged it. He landed a square punch under Dudley's jaw. Dudley looked surprised at how hard Harry had punched. Harry had been working out because of quidditch the past few years. Now he was solid muscle and very strong. Dudley's surprise quickly turned to anger. He threw a punch. This time Harry wasn't so lucky. It caught him on the side of the face. His vision went blurry for a min. Dudley took that opportunity to punch him again, knocking him to the floor. Harry recovered much quicker though and landed another punch under Dudley's chin.
When Aunt Petunia walked into the room a little while later, she found Harry and Dudley fighting. She shrieked and the boys stopped in mid punch. "What are you doing!" She screeched at them. "I thought I told you to go weed Dudley? And Harry, I thought you had homework to do?" The two boys continued to stare at her. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go do what you are supposed to be doing." She said leaving the room. Harry and Dudley go ready to continue their fight, when from down the hall they heard Aunt Petunia yell "And no more fighting!" They both stared at each other, both wondering if she had eyes at the back of her head. Harry answered that thought immediately though.
Of course she doesn't. He thought grimly to himself. That would involve her being something not normal, and Dursley's are the most normal of people you will meet. He went back to his room and closed his door. No sooner had he done this than his Aunt knocked on his door.
"Harry hun, I'm going shopping. You need new clothes. Come on." When Harry didn't move, she snapped get moving! Before she relaxed and laughed a little before leaving the room.
Since when did she buy me new clothes? Harry thought to himself. I usually have to shrink Dudley's old stuff with magic when I get to school.
Three hours later, he walked back into the house and up to his room, dragging bag upon bag of clothes and shoes and other things. He had to admit that Aunt petunia certainly had a good sense of style. She had bought him the best that money could buy. He now had Ralf Lauren Shirts and khakis, Allen Edmund shoes, Armani suits, and then a lot of Tommy Hilfiger jeans and sweaters and shirts. All fit him well. He didn't even think Dudley had such high quality clothes. He realized that he was smiling and immediately sobered. He shouldn't be so happy over material possessions. That was something that Malfoy would do! The thought of that made him shudder. He didn't want to be anything like that.
He went downstairs to thank his Aunt. It didn't mater if she was faking being nice or not. He still would be courteous and give his thanks to her. As he approached the kitchen door, he stopped. Dudley was complaining, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were trying to comfort him. Harry leaned his ear to the door to listen.
"Ever since you found out about his money, you are being so nice to him. You make me do all the work." Dudley wailed.
"Sweetums, don't cry." Aunt petunia said. Harry could only imagine the scene. She was probably throwing her arms around him, trying to comfort him.
"It's only for a while son. We want to get on his good side so that we can get to his money. Do you know how rich that boy is?" That was uncle Vernon speaking. Dudley must have shook his head no because Uncle Vernon continued as if he had. "I figured it out and that boy has as much money as the Queen of England. Once we are nice enough to him for a while, he'll feel obligated to give us some of his money. That's the way he is. Just as stupid and overly caring as his father." Uncle Vernon sneered. Harry had heard enough of this. He wanted to end the conversation. So he did. By walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks for the new clothes Aunt Petunia." He said as he strode in, giving his Aunt a kiss on the cheek. He noticed that she shuddered slightly at this.
"And how was your day my boy?" Uncle Vernon asked cheerfully.
"It was fine Uncle Vernon. I was just thanking Aunt Petunia. She bought me a lot of really nice clothes."
"Wonderful! Wasn't that nice of her?" His uncle said, overly cheerful.
"Yes, well, I've gotta go finish up my homework." Harry said so that he could get away quickly.
"See you around son." Uncle Vernon called after him as he walked through the door. Once Harry got on the steps, he heard the three of them start talking again. When he reached his room, he looked around.
This room has never truly been mine he thought to himself. I even felt more at home with the Weasley's. The Weasley's! He thought excitedly. I can go to the Weasley's to escape from all this madness. At least I'll be wanted there for good reasons.
Harry quickly went to his desk and got a piece of regular paper. He was saving his parchment for his schoolwork. He quickly wrote a note to Ron, saying that he need to get away and if his father could come get him. When his 6th year had ended, Mr. Weasley had told him that all he had to do was tell them when to come pick him up and they wold be there. Now would be a good time. Harry went to Hedwig's perch and roused her form her from her sleep while tying the note to her leg
"Hedwig, you have to get this to Ron as fast as you can okay?" She gave a sleepy hoot before flying through the window and out of sight. Harry sighed as she disappeared, then turned away from his window and back to his room.
He started to pack his trunk, omitting his old clothes. Then he stopped. If he was going to the Weasley's, he would need his old clothes. At that house, you always had work to do. He placed them at the bottom of the trunk, so they wouldn't ruin all his new clothes. In also went his books and his school supplies. Then he changed into a gray turtle neck sweater, a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and a pair of dull black semi dressy shoes. He then took off his glasses and put on his contact lenses. His Aunt and Uncle had insisted on getting those for him. They said he looked less like James that way. That was fine by Harry. Ever since he had found out what a jerk his father had been in school to others outside his group of friends, he had wanted to look less and less like his father. He had even found a way of getting his hair to stay flat; by growing it out. It now was cut to about chin length, and was just slightly wavy. He looked nothing like he had when he left school at the end of his 6th year.
Harry checked his trunk to see if he had remembered everything. He had. He was closing it when he heard the breaking of glass downstairs and Aunt Petunia shriek. He smiled to himself. The Weasley's must have arrived.
CHAPTER ONE: DURSLEY'S AND HARRY
"Harry hun, could you go get Dudley for me?" Aunt petunia asked sweetly. Harry mentally gagged at how sweetly she talked to him. No matter what his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin did, he knew they still really did hate him. Still, he wanted to keep the peace, so he walked out of the room and got Dudley.
"Your ma wants you." he said to Dudley before leaving quickly. Dudley got up, grumbling all the way as he heaved himself to his feet and down the hall. He came out of the kitchen soon after he entered it, and was fuming.
"You" he said, seeing Harry. "You used to do all the work! Now I have to do it. What did you do to my parents? I know you must have used some of your magic on them for them to act so nice to you as if they liked you." He spat out the last few words. Dudley was coming very close to him, yet Harry didn't move. Dudley punched, but Harry dodged it. He landed a square punch under Dudley's jaw. Dudley looked surprised at how hard Harry had punched. Harry had been working out because of quidditch the past few years. Now he was solid muscle and very strong. Dudley's surprise quickly turned to anger. He threw a punch. This time Harry wasn't so lucky. It caught him on the side of the face. His vision went blurry for a min. Dudley took that opportunity to punch him again, knocking him to the floor. Harry recovered much quicker though and landed another punch under Dudley's chin.
When Aunt Petunia walked into the room a little while later, she found Harry and Dudley fighting. She shrieked and the boys stopped in mid punch. "What are you doing!" She screeched at them. "I thought I told you to go weed Dudley? And Harry, I thought you had homework to do?" The two boys continued to stare at her. "Well? What are you waiting for? Go do what you are supposed to be doing." She said leaving the room. Harry and Dudley go ready to continue their fight, when from down the hall they heard Aunt Petunia yell "And no more fighting!" They both stared at each other, both wondering if she had eyes at the back of her head. Harry answered that thought immediately though.
Of course she doesn't. He thought grimly to himself. That would involve her being something not normal, and Dursley's are the most normal of people you will meet. He went back to his room and closed his door. No sooner had he done this than his Aunt knocked on his door.
"Harry hun, I'm going shopping. You need new clothes. Come on." When Harry didn't move, she snapped get moving! Before she relaxed and laughed a little before leaving the room.
Since when did she buy me new clothes? Harry thought to himself. I usually have to shrink Dudley's old stuff with magic when I get to school.
Three hours later, he walked back into the house and up to his room, dragging bag upon bag of clothes and shoes and other things. He had to admit that Aunt petunia certainly had a good sense of style. She had bought him the best that money could buy. He now had Ralf Lauren Shirts and khakis, Allen Edmund shoes, Armani suits, and then a lot of Tommy Hilfiger jeans and sweaters and shirts. All fit him well. He didn't even think Dudley had such high quality clothes. He realized that he was smiling and immediately sobered. He shouldn't be so happy over material possessions. That was something that Malfoy would do! The thought of that made him shudder. He didn't want to be anything like that.
He went downstairs to thank his Aunt. It didn't mater if she was faking being nice or not. He still would be courteous and give his thanks to her. As he approached the kitchen door, he stopped. Dudley was complaining, and Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were trying to comfort him. Harry leaned his ear to the door to listen.
"Ever since you found out about his money, you are being so nice to him. You make me do all the work." Dudley wailed.
"Sweetums, don't cry." Aunt petunia said. Harry could only imagine the scene. She was probably throwing her arms around him, trying to comfort him.
"It's only for a while son. We want to get on his good side so that we can get to his money. Do you know how rich that boy is?" That was uncle Vernon speaking. Dudley must have shook his head no because Uncle Vernon continued as if he had. "I figured it out and that boy has as much money as the Queen of England. Once we are nice enough to him for a while, he'll feel obligated to give us some of his money. That's the way he is. Just as stupid and overly caring as his father." Uncle Vernon sneered. Harry had heard enough of this. He wanted to end the conversation. So he did. By walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks for the new clothes Aunt Petunia." He said as he strode in, giving his Aunt a kiss on the cheek. He noticed that she shuddered slightly at this.
"And how was your day my boy?" Uncle Vernon asked cheerfully.
"It was fine Uncle Vernon. I was just thanking Aunt Petunia. She bought me a lot of really nice clothes."
"Wonderful! Wasn't that nice of her?" His uncle said, overly cheerful.
"Yes, well, I've gotta go finish up my homework." Harry said so that he could get away quickly.
"See you around son." Uncle Vernon called after him as he walked through the door. Once Harry got on the steps, he heard the three of them start talking again. When he reached his room, he looked around.
This room has never truly been mine he thought to himself. I even felt more at home with the Weasley's. The Weasley's! He thought excitedly. I can go to the Weasley's to escape from all this madness. At least I'll be wanted there for good reasons.
Harry quickly went to his desk and got a piece of regular paper. He was saving his parchment for his schoolwork. He quickly wrote a note to Ron, saying that he need to get away and if his father could come get him. When his 6th year had ended, Mr. Weasley had told him that all he had to do was tell them when to come pick him up and they wold be there. Now would be a good time. Harry went to Hedwig's perch and roused her form her from her sleep while tying the note to her leg
"Hedwig, you have to get this to Ron as fast as you can okay?" She gave a sleepy hoot before flying through the window and out of sight. Harry sighed as she disappeared, then turned away from his window and back to his room.
He started to pack his trunk, omitting his old clothes. Then he stopped. If he was going to the Weasley's, he would need his old clothes. At that house, you always had work to do. He placed them at the bottom of the trunk, so they wouldn't ruin all his new clothes. In also went his books and his school supplies. Then he changed into a gray turtle neck sweater, a pair of Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and a pair of dull black semi dressy shoes. He then took off his glasses and put on his contact lenses. His Aunt and Uncle had insisted on getting those for him. They said he looked less like James that way. That was fine by Harry. Ever since he had found out what a jerk his father had been in school to others outside his group of friends, he had wanted to look less and less like his father. He had even found a way of getting his hair to stay flat; by growing it out. It now was cut to about chin length, and was just slightly wavy. He looked nothing like he had when he left school at the end of his 6th year.
Harry checked his trunk to see if he had remembered everything. He had. He was closing it when he heard the breaking of glass downstairs and Aunt Petunia shriek. He smiled to himself. The Weasley's must have arrived.