Voldemort's Heir
Disclaimer: Well, duh! I do not own Harry Potter!
"What a terrible summer," thought the famous young wizard Harry Potter. "All summer long, it's just been work, work, work. The best thing that's happened was hearing Wood would be the new flying teacher. Gosh, does Dudley ever stop eating?"
Harry was cleaning his cousin's room.
"Boy! Hurry up! You still have to mow the lawn, water and fertilize the flowers, wash the walls, paint the house, fence, and garden bench, clean the bathrooms, and make a cake!" Uncle Vernon yelled from downstairs.
"Hey, maybe the cake can be my birthday cake?!" Harry had been fifteen for fourteen-and-a-half hours.
The sun was hot on his neck as Harry mowed the lawn. "They must measure it! I mowed it yesterday!"
Harry could imagine Uncle Vernon on his belly, yelling: "Petunia! It's not one centimeter! We must mow!" Harry chuckled at that.
Finally he was done! Then he read his letter from Herrmione.
Harry,
How have you been? I've been fine. Crookshanks too. My parents are a little frightened with the Dark Lord rising. I mean, he has killed Muggles. Have you heard from Sirius? If so, tell him I say Hi!
Well, see you in Diagon Alley! How about three o'clock Wednesday? I'll pick you up! Write me back!
Hemione
"Wednesday? Three o'clock? Uncle Vernon!" yelled Harry.
"Don't yell, boy! You have legs, you can walk!" he yelled back.
Harry ran down the stairs so fast that when he turned the corner he slipped and fell. Dudley started laughing, but when he saw Harry smiling he stopped.
"My friend, Hermione, wants to take me to Dia- I mean, a place to get my school stuff, on Wednesday at three o'clock. Is that all right?" Harry talked fast, so his Uncle could decide sooner.
"Did you finish ALL the work?"
"Yes."
"OF COURSE NOT! It would make you happy!" Uncle Vernon spat.
"Well I guess I'll just have to write my murderous, deadly godfather and have him straighten this out - or maybe straighten you out - but..."
"OK! OK! You can go. But they're not coming by fireplace, are they?" said Uncle Vernon.
"No, they are Mug- I mean, normal. They'll come in a car," said Harry.
And with that he was up the stairs and writing a letter to Hermione, saying he could go. Then he packed and was in bed ready for tomorrow, when Hermione would pick him up.
OA/N: (OA is Other Author, meaning the other author on Pumpkin3223) I fixed the paragraphing! No more flaming because of that!
Disclaimer: Well, duh! I do not own Harry Potter!
"What a terrible summer," thought the famous young wizard Harry Potter. "All summer long, it's just been work, work, work. The best thing that's happened was hearing Wood would be the new flying teacher. Gosh, does Dudley ever stop eating?"
Harry was cleaning his cousin's room.
"Boy! Hurry up! You still have to mow the lawn, water and fertilize the flowers, wash the walls, paint the house, fence, and garden bench, clean the bathrooms, and make a cake!" Uncle Vernon yelled from downstairs.
"Hey, maybe the cake can be my birthday cake?!" Harry had been fifteen for fourteen-and-a-half hours.
The sun was hot on his neck as Harry mowed the lawn. "They must measure it! I mowed it yesterday!"
Harry could imagine Uncle Vernon on his belly, yelling: "Petunia! It's not one centimeter! We must mow!" Harry chuckled at that.
Finally he was done! Then he read his letter from Herrmione.
Harry,
How have you been? I've been fine. Crookshanks too. My parents are a little frightened with the Dark Lord rising. I mean, he has killed Muggles. Have you heard from Sirius? If so, tell him I say Hi!
Well, see you in Diagon Alley! How about three o'clock Wednesday? I'll pick you up! Write me back!
Hemione
"Wednesday? Three o'clock? Uncle Vernon!" yelled Harry.
"Don't yell, boy! You have legs, you can walk!" he yelled back.
Harry ran down the stairs so fast that when he turned the corner he slipped and fell. Dudley started laughing, but when he saw Harry smiling he stopped.
"My friend, Hermione, wants to take me to Dia- I mean, a place to get my school stuff, on Wednesday at three o'clock. Is that all right?" Harry talked fast, so his Uncle could decide sooner.
"Did you finish ALL the work?"
"Yes."
"OF COURSE NOT! It would make you happy!" Uncle Vernon spat.
"Well I guess I'll just have to write my murderous, deadly godfather and have him straighten this out - or maybe straighten you out - but..."
"OK! OK! You can go. But they're not coming by fireplace, are they?" said Uncle Vernon.
"No, they are Mug- I mean, normal. They'll come in a car," said Harry.
And with that he was up the stairs and writing a letter to Hermione, saying he could go. Then he packed and was in bed ready for tomorrow, when Hermione would pick him up.
OA/N: (OA is Other Author, meaning the other author on Pumpkin3223) I fixed the paragraphing! No more flaming because of that!