A Very 'Harry' Halloween
No, I don't own any of the brilliant Harry Potter characters (unfortunately!) JK Rowling owns it all.
Author's Note: This story is set in the second book, in the Halloween half-term.
Harry gazed dreamily out of the window. It had been raining all day, but Harry didn't mind. At least he didn't have to spend his Halloween with the Dursleys.
Harry shuddered to think about it. Ever since they had found out he wasn't allowed to use magic outside school they had practically been torturing him, until his best friend Ron Weasley turned up with his brothers Fred and George to rescue him.
He sighed and set to work on the fantastically long potions essay Snape had set for them on the last day of term. But Harry's mind wasn't on the effects of using the bladder of a banshee. Harry's mind was on his parents. Eleven years ago today his parents had died for him, died to save him from Lord Voldemort.
A solitary tear tracked down his face, marking the forgotten years, full of happiness which could have been shared with his parents.
Suddenly Ron burst into the dormitory. ''I've done it!'' he shouted.
Harry smiled secretly to himself; Ron had been working on this for weeks.
''Let's see then'' Harry said.
From his tatty school bag, Ron produced 3 smooth, round objects.
''Exploding eggs'' he explained, ''we'll 'trick-or-treat' the Slytherins, and leave these outside their door!!''
''If you say so'' smiled Harry, his mind turning to the prospects of a Halloween at Hogwarts.
But as he turned back to the rain-spattered window, he felt a tinge of regret for so readily forgetting his parents.
''Don't worry about it mate'' Ron said, taking his silence for misgivings about the day ahead.
''Oh…oh, yeah, right'' Harry answered, not wanting to divulge his innermost feelings even to his best friend. ''I won't.''