I do not own any of the characters, places ect that you recognise, JK Rowling does. I do how ever own what you do not recognise.
This is h/d slash. If you don't like it then don't read it.
Rating: PG-13 might go up to R later on
When Dumbledore decides that a student from Harry's school is no longer safe where they are he sends them to the Dursleys to live with Harry. At first Harry was fine with that, until he meet that student then all hell broke loose.
Harry sighed, his knuckles going white as he dug his fingernails in to the windowsill of number 4 Privet drive. He was bored. And lonely and did he mention bored? He'd had no mail from his friends, no word from the wizarding world- again.
He'd finished all his homework even gone over the required limit for the essays, including potions. Didn't that show just how bored he was? Finished all his work in only the first week of the holidays. Man he was bored.
Looking out the window one last time Harry began getting ready for bed. He was asleep minutes after his head hit the pillow.
Late that night while all of surrey slept, one lone owl flew down low, searching for the right house. He flew down Sternward Street and along Albany crescent before coming to Privet drive. Swooping down into number 4 he flew through the upstairs window. Dropped the letter on the sleeping figure before twirling about and heading back to Hogwarts.
At the house Harry Potter slept on, one hand clutching at the parchment envelope.
A/n: Good? Bad? Ugly? I know it sucked but don't worry it will get better. Any and all reviews welcome. Will be slash.
From Kia Ora Dragon.
