A/N: first attempt at a HP fanfic so be nice!!! Plus I'm not sure about the
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Disclaimer: through the whole of this fic none of the characters that belong in the Potterverse belong to me, only the original characters and the plot are mine!!! (All mine!!!)
Harry Potter awoke with a start. Outside, it was still pitch black - he could see through the open window. It was almost the end of July - Harry's birthday.
Harry groaned as he grabbed his watch and realised it was 12:58pm. He sat up, realising that in two minutes he would be fifteen years old at last! He took his glasses from the dresser where his watch had been, pulled on his dressing gown and slippers, then made his way to the window, where he peered out at the gloom.
"Wassa matter, 'Arry?' Ron mumbled, still half asleep.
"Nothing.go back to sleep," he replied, absentmindedly fingering his lightning shaped scar. After the events of last year, Harry had expected it to work overtime this summer, but in reality it hadn't so much as twinged since he had stepped off the Hogwarts Express less than a month ago. He looked at his watch. He felt the now-familiar jolt in his stomach as he realised he was fifteen, and had been for a whole minute.
He gazed at the night sky again, inadvertently looking for an owl, perhaps as a reminder that Ron wasn't the only friend he had at Hogwarts. He glanced at the snoring, sleeping figure slouched across the camp-bed on the threadbare floor.
"Oww!" Harry yelped - quietly because he knew that the Dursleys were asleep in the room next to his, and he was already on their bad side for having invited Ron over to stay the summer. An owl had flown in and nipped him affectionately although a little over-excitedly therefore painfully on the shoulder.
"Hedwig!" he exclaimed, happy to see his snowy owl back at last. She bore a heavy package as well as an accompanying letter which appeared to be from Hermione - this would make sense as she was the only one who didn't have access to her own owl during the summer. Harry took a handful of seed and held it out to Hedwig while he untied the letter from her leg with his right hand. He then opened the letter, placing the package on his desk.
Dear Harry (it read) Happy Birthday! Thank you and Ron for your lovely letter. My stay in Bulgaria was enjoyable, but I'm glad to be back in England! I can't wait for term to start again - I've already started revising for the end of year tests. I've also been reading up on You-Know-Who, and I'll tell you more when we meet up in Diagon Alley next week! Perhaps we can eat ice-creams from Florence's Parlour as we discuss it! Anyway, I'll see you in two days! Love, Hermione!!!
She'd also drawn an amusingly elaborate picture of the three of them standing in Diagon Alley with ice-creams. Harry smiled, reaching for his birthday parcel - then stopped, remembering his red-headed chum. He left it, telling himself it would be more exciting to open it with Ron. Harry heard a hoot from outside the window he'd closed when Hedwig had appeared, and he saw a familiar sight - Errol, being supported by Pig and an unknown owl. Errol and Pigwidgeon were obviously from the Weasleys, and Harry quickly relieved Errol of his burden, a letter and a card, and then patted Pig on the head. The tiny, fluffy owl hooted happily and deposited his package on the desk. He then went over to his cage and settled down to sleep.
Harry turned his attention to the unknown owl. Its plumage was a rich brown with flecks of black and white. It was a beautiful bird. Harry saw it carried three letters - one bearing the Hogwarts crest, one which was distinctly Dumbledore's writing, and one whose handwriting was less familiar, though strangely comforting.
The owl flew out of the window once Harry had given it some seed. Harry placed all his new post alongside Hermione's unopened parcel, and tucked the opened letter back into its envelope.
Harry, feeling much happier, yet concerned as to why Sirius, his godfather, hadn't written, and curious about what Dumbledore had to say for himself, clambered back into bed and within seconds was fast asleep.
Disclaimer: through the whole of this fic none of the characters that belong in the Potterverse belong to me, only the original characters and the plot are mine!!! (All mine!!!)
Harry Potter awoke with a start. Outside, it was still pitch black - he could see through the open window. It was almost the end of July - Harry's birthday.
Harry groaned as he grabbed his watch and realised it was 12:58pm. He sat up, realising that in two minutes he would be fifteen years old at last! He took his glasses from the dresser where his watch had been, pulled on his dressing gown and slippers, then made his way to the window, where he peered out at the gloom.
"Wassa matter, 'Arry?' Ron mumbled, still half asleep.
"Nothing.go back to sleep," he replied, absentmindedly fingering his lightning shaped scar. After the events of last year, Harry had expected it to work overtime this summer, but in reality it hadn't so much as twinged since he had stepped off the Hogwarts Express less than a month ago. He looked at his watch. He felt the now-familiar jolt in his stomach as he realised he was fifteen, and had been for a whole minute.
He gazed at the night sky again, inadvertently looking for an owl, perhaps as a reminder that Ron wasn't the only friend he had at Hogwarts. He glanced at the snoring, sleeping figure slouched across the camp-bed on the threadbare floor.
"Oww!" Harry yelped - quietly because he knew that the Dursleys were asleep in the room next to his, and he was already on their bad side for having invited Ron over to stay the summer. An owl had flown in and nipped him affectionately although a little over-excitedly therefore painfully on the shoulder.
"Hedwig!" he exclaimed, happy to see his snowy owl back at last. She bore a heavy package as well as an accompanying letter which appeared to be from Hermione - this would make sense as she was the only one who didn't have access to her own owl during the summer. Harry took a handful of seed and held it out to Hedwig while he untied the letter from her leg with his right hand. He then opened the letter, placing the package on his desk.
Dear Harry (it read) Happy Birthday! Thank you and Ron for your lovely letter. My stay in Bulgaria was enjoyable, but I'm glad to be back in England! I can't wait for term to start again - I've already started revising for the end of year tests. I've also been reading up on You-Know-Who, and I'll tell you more when we meet up in Diagon Alley next week! Perhaps we can eat ice-creams from Florence's Parlour as we discuss it! Anyway, I'll see you in two days! Love, Hermione!!!
She'd also drawn an amusingly elaborate picture of the three of them standing in Diagon Alley with ice-creams. Harry smiled, reaching for his birthday parcel - then stopped, remembering his red-headed chum. He left it, telling himself it would be more exciting to open it with Ron. Harry heard a hoot from outside the window he'd closed when Hedwig had appeared, and he saw a familiar sight - Errol, being supported by Pig and an unknown owl. Errol and Pigwidgeon were obviously from the Weasleys, and Harry quickly relieved Errol of his burden, a letter and a card, and then patted Pig on the head. The tiny, fluffy owl hooted happily and deposited his package on the desk. He then went over to his cage and settled down to sleep.
Harry turned his attention to the unknown owl. Its plumage was a rich brown with flecks of black and white. It was a beautiful bird. Harry saw it carried three letters - one bearing the Hogwarts crest, one which was distinctly Dumbledore's writing, and one whose handwriting was less familiar, though strangely comforting.
The owl flew out of the window once Harry had given it some seed. Harry placed all his new post alongside Hermione's unopened parcel, and tucked the opened letter back into its envelope.
Harry, feeling much happier, yet concerned as to why Sirius, his godfather, hadn't written, and curious about what Dumbledore had to say for himself, clambered back into bed and within seconds was fast asleep.