Summer Vacation
A/N: See? Okay, I'm not dead. I just have had terrible writer's block lately. And added to that, I have had a horrible last half year. So many people are dying, and I've gone to a lot of funerals, and am under a lot of stress. I really want to get back to writing Harry Potter, and I intend not to take any of these stories down, for your benefits if you like reading them anyways. Although it's beyond me why you like my stories. at least, some of you like my stories. ^_^ And I have updated my e-mail address, so it is now: burning_flame215@hotmail.com and thank you for. well, being semi-patient and I hope y'all are forgiving! And here's my H/Hr to make up for it!
CHAPTER I - Burning
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Hedwig flew in through the open window, softly landing on Harry's bed beside his head, dropping the letters she brought on his face, and clicking her beak, trying to wake him. When he did not wake, she pecked at his scar, which caused him to open his eyes. "Ow, Hedwig!" he said, but then shushed himself, hoping Vernon didn't hear him. "Hedwig." he whispered. "Be gentle. I was sleeping. So they did send me letters," he grinned, grabbing his glasses off the bedside table and putting them on.
In a month's time he would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In two nights he would be 16. He couldn't wait; he always got wonderful letters and presents from his friends. Well, he got wonderful letters from his friends even when it wasn't his birthday, but he loved it when they sent him something, since nobody else ever had. It made him feel special.
First he opened the letter he got from the school. It was his second year as a Gryffindor prefect, along with Hermione. The letter had a list of all the supplies he would need for that year, and it was surprisingly less than what he thought he'd need. He finished reading that list, putting it carefully and silently away in his trunk.
The next letter he opened was from Ron. It read:
Harry - hello! How have you been? I hope the Dursleys haven't been treating you as badly as they did last summer. And the summer before that. And the summer before that. and you get my idea. Anyways, my dad's working on a new muggle object lately, a coco clock. It's beyond me what's so fascinating about it. All it does is make a lot of commotion around here. Have you heard from Hermione? I have, she didn't write much of course. At least not much of what captured my interest. - Ron
||How can Ron think Hermione is boring? I find interest in everything she tells, or writes to me. Odd.|| Harry thought to himself, as he put the letter back in the envelope, and carefully put it in one of his bedside table drawers, where he kept nearly all of his friend's letters to him. He even had a few letters from Neville in there.
He then opened the next letter, which was from Hermione. It read:
Harry - How has your summer been so far? I've already gotten and read nearly all of our new school books! They are very interesting. I take it Ron has already mailed you and said I was boring. He told me I was boring! Can you believe that? I'm not boring, am I Harry? Please be honest with me Harry, thank you. I can't wait until our next school year! It should be the best one so far. Hopefully Voldemort (yes, I actually wrote his name) won't find you and try to kill you or anyone else this year, I really just want to have one year of rest. and I hope it's this year. Since there's a month left of summer vacation, and it's your birthday tomorrow, how would you like to come over and perhaps spend the rest of the summer with me? I just. well, you already had that one summer with only Ron back in second year, I want a summer to just be with you this time. If you don't mind. However, if you want Ron to come. I suppose I could invite him as well, but he might aggravate my parents. We're going to the cottage for a couple of weeks before school starts. So for a week we'll be at my house, for a week we'll be at my grandparent's, for a week we'll be at the cottage and then for the last week of summer we'll be back at my house, well, if you come. Hopefully you will! Please owl me back ASAP! - with love, Hermione
Harry laughed slightly. ||Wow Hermione, you have quite a long letter you've sent me this time.|| he snatched a piece of paper and a pen from his bedside table, and began his reply.
Hermione - I'd love to come. So you'll pick me up? The Dursleys won't care, one less month with me is better for them. You have quite the long letters, don't you? And no, I don't think you're boring, that's just Ron. I've had a better summer than most, let's just say. Well, see you soon hopefully. Good bye! - with equally as much love, Harry
Harry then looked over at Hedwig. "You ready to do one delivery for me before you call it a night?" he asked the snowy owl. Hedwig clucked slightly, taking the letter from him and flying out the window to give it to Hermione. Harry yawned, and lay back in his bed. He put his glasses on the bedside table, and stretched slightly. He then pulled the covers up further, and shifted into a more comfortable position. He then fell asleep, until morning came.
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The next morning, Harry was downstairs, and had just finished making the breakfast. He then approached his uncle, seeing his uncle was in a better mood than usual this morning. "Excuse me, Uncle Vernon," Harry said, softly. His uncle looked up at him.
"What is it boy?" he asked.
"Well, my friend from school," he winced at the look his uncle, aunt and cousin gave him at the mention of school. "Is going to pick me up today. Coming by car, like a. normal person," Harry said, and his uncle, aunt and cousin seemed less disturbed by that, thankfully.
"And how long will you be gone with this freaky friend of yours?" Vernon asked.
"Until next summer. I'll be given a lift to the train station." Harry answered. His uncle seemed very pleased with that, and then just went back to eating breakfast.
Harry already had his trunk, suitcases and Hedwig ready to go when Hermione got there to pick him up that day. At about 11:oo AM the doorbell rang. Petunia went to answer it, Dudley cautious behind her. Petunia opened the door. "Harry's friend, I'll guess?" she asked, but seemed slightly taken aback that it was a girl, and a girl who looked quite pretty really, now that Madame Pomfrey had shrunk her teeth to normal size, her hair wasn't as bushy and she was still quite slim. She was wearing black jeans and a white shirt.
"Yes," Hermione said. She looked passed Petunia and the now drooling over her Dudley when she saw Harry. Harry let go of his trunk and opened his arms, which Hermione ran into and hugged him tightly nearly immediately, with a slight squeak as well. "Harry! How have you been?" she asked.
"I already answered that Hermione," Harry said. "I'm doing fine." He then released her, picking up his trunk again. Hermione grabbed his suitcases for him. Harry smiled at her, as he carried his trunk outside, Hermione carried his suitcase. She got an idea, glancing at Dudley.
"Could you be a sweet cousin to him and get his owl for him?" Hermione asked him sweetly, and Dudley couldn't resist doing so, he got Hedwig in her cage, and carried the cage out to the car with Hermione and Harry. Hermione smirked slightly, a twinkle in her eyes as she watched Harry's surprised look at Dudley helping. Hermione helped Harry put his trunk and suitcases in the boot of the car, and then put Hedwig's cage in the back seat, her and Harry seated beside each other in the back seat.
"How did you get him to help?" Harry asked her, as Hermione's father pulled the car out of the drive. Hermione grinned slightly.
"A little friend I like to call 'seduction'." She grinned at Harry's stunned face. She knew Harry would have never expected her to use that sort of thing as a regular tactic, but, there she had, and she more than likely would again sometime soon. Hermione laughed slightly. "Don't worry Harry. it's not like I'm attracted to that ball of lard. There's not the slightest thing attractive about him."
Harry just smiled slightly. "Well, I'm not worried about that, you just don't seem the type of gal who'd seduce someone."
"You'd be amazed," Hermione smiled at him, then turned and looked out her window, as the pulled into the driveway of her house. "Let's go!" she said, and grinned.
A/N: See? Okay, I'm not dead. I just have had terrible writer's block lately. And added to that, I have had a horrible last half year. So many people are dying, and I've gone to a lot of funerals, and am under a lot of stress. I really want to get back to writing Harry Potter, and I intend not to take any of these stories down, for your benefits if you like reading them anyways. Although it's beyond me why you like my stories. at least, some of you like my stories. ^_^ And I have updated my e-mail address, so it is now: burning_flame215@hotmail.com and thank you for. well, being semi-patient and I hope y'all are forgiving! And here's my H/Hr to make up for it!
CHAPTER I - Burning
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Hedwig flew in through the open window, softly landing on Harry's bed beside his head, dropping the letters she brought on his face, and clicking her beak, trying to wake him. When he did not wake, she pecked at his scar, which caused him to open his eyes. "Ow, Hedwig!" he said, but then shushed himself, hoping Vernon didn't hear him. "Hedwig." he whispered. "Be gentle. I was sleeping. So they did send me letters," he grinned, grabbing his glasses off the bedside table and putting them on.
In a month's time he would be starting his sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In two nights he would be 16. He couldn't wait; he always got wonderful letters and presents from his friends. Well, he got wonderful letters from his friends even when it wasn't his birthday, but he loved it when they sent him something, since nobody else ever had. It made him feel special.
First he opened the letter he got from the school. It was his second year as a Gryffindor prefect, along with Hermione. The letter had a list of all the supplies he would need for that year, and it was surprisingly less than what he thought he'd need. He finished reading that list, putting it carefully and silently away in his trunk.
The next letter he opened was from Ron. It read:
Harry - hello! How have you been? I hope the Dursleys haven't been treating you as badly as they did last summer. And the summer before that. And the summer before that. and you get my idea. Anyways, my dad's working on a new muggle object lately, a coco clock. It's beyond me what's so fascinating about it. All it does is make a lot of commotion around here. Have you heard from Hermione? I have, she didn't write much of course. At least not much of what captured my interest. - Ron
||How can Ron think Hermione is boring? I find interest in everything she tells, or writes to me. Odd.|| Harry thought to himself, as he put the letter back in the envelope, and carefully put it in one of his bedside table drawers, where he kept nearly all of his friend's letters to him. He even had a few letters from Neville in there.
He then opened the next letter, which was from Hermione. It read:
Harry - How has your summer been so far? I've already gotten and read nearly all of our new school books! They are very interesting. I take it Ron has already mailed you and said I was boring. He told me I was boring! Can you believe that? I'm not boring, am I Harry? Please be honest with me Harry, thank you. I can't wait until our next school year! It should be the best one so far. Hopefully Voldemort (yes, I actually wrote his name) won't find you and try to kill you or anyone else this year, I really just want to have one year of rest. and I hope it's this year. Since there's a month left of summer vacation, and it's your birthday tomorrow, how would you like to come over and perhaps spend the rest of the summer with me? I just. well, you already had that one summer with only Ron back in second year, I want a summer to just be with you this time. If you don't mind. However, if you want Ron to come. I suppose I could invite him as well, but he might aggravate my parents. We're going to the cottage for a couple of weeks before school starts. So for a week we'll be at my house, for a week we'll be at my grandparent's, for a week we'll be at the cottage and then for the last week of summer we'll be back at my house, well, if you come. Hopefully you will! Please owl me back ASAP! - with love, Hermione
Harry laughed slightly. ||Wow Hermione, you have quite a long letter you've sent me this time.|| he snatched a piece of paper and a pen from his bedside table, and began his reply.
Hermione - I'd love to come. So you'll pick me up? The Dursleys won't care, one less month with me is better for them. You have quite the long letters, don't you? And no, I don't think you're boring, that's just Ron. I've had a better summer than most, let's just say. Well, see you soon hopefully. Good bye! - with equally as much love, Harry
Harry then looked over at Hedwig. "You ready to do one delivery for me before you call it a night?" he asked the snowy owl. Hedwig clucked slightly, taking the letter from him and flying out the window to give it to Hermione. Harry yawned, and lay back in his bed. He put his glasses on the bedside table, and stretched slightly. He then pulled the covers up further, and shifted into a more comfortable position. He then fell asleep, until morning came.
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The next morning, Harry was downstairs, and had just finished making the breakfast. He then approached his uncle, seeing his uncle was in a better mood than usual this morning. "Excuse me, Uncle Vernon," Harry said, softly. His uncle looked up at him.
"What is it boy?" he asked.
"Well, my friend from school," he winced at the look his uncle, aunt and cousin gave him at the mention of school. "Is going to pick me up today. Coming by car, like a. normal person," Harry said, and his uncle, aunt and cousin seemed less disturbed by that, thankfully.
"And how long will you be gone with this freaky friend of yours?" Vernon asked.
"Until next summer. I'll be given a lift to the train station." Harry answered. His uncle seemed very pleased with that, and then just went back to eating breakfast.
Harry already had his trunk, suitcases and Hedwig ready to go when Hermione got there to pick him up that day. At about 11:oo AM the doorbell rang. Petunia went to answer it, Dudley cautious behind her. Petunia opened the door. "Harry's friend, I'll guess?" she asked, but seemed slightly taken aback that it was a girl, and a girl who looked quite pretty really, now that Madame Pomfrey had shrunk her teeth to normal size, her hair wasn't as bushy and she was still quite slim. She was wearing black jeans and a white shirt.
"Yes," Hermione said. She looked passed Petunia and the now drooling over her Dudley when she saw Harry. Harry let go of his trunk and opened his arms, which Hermione ran into and hugged him tightly nearly immediately, with a slight squeak as well. "Harry! How have you been?" she asked.
"I already answered that Hermione," Harry said. "I'm doing fine." He then released her, picking up his trunk again. Hermione grabbed his suitcases for him. Harry smiled at her, as he carried his trunk outside, Hermione carried his suitcase. She got an idea, glancing at Dudley.
"Could you be a sweet cousin to him and get his owl for him?" Hermione asked him sweetly, and Dudley couldn't resist doing so, he got Hedwig in her cage, and carried the cage out to the car with Hermione and Harry. Hermione smirked slightly, a twinkle in her eyes as she watched Harry's surprised look at Dudley helping. Hermione helped Harry put his trunk and suitcases in the boot of the car, and then put Hedwig's cage in the back seat, her and Harry seated beside each other in the back seat.
"How did you get him to help?" Harry asked her, as Hermione's father pulled the car out of the drive. Hermione grinned slightly.
"A little friend I like to call 'seduction'." She grinned at Harry's stunned face. She knew Harry would have never expected her to use that sort of thing as a regular tactic, but, there she had, and she more than likely would again sometime soon. Hermione laughed slightly. "Don't worry Harry. it's not like I'm attracted to that ball of lard. There's not the slightest thing attractive about him."
Harry just smiled slightly. "Well, I'm not worried about that, you just don't seem the type of gal who'd seduce someone."
"You'd be amazed," Hermione smiled at him, then turned and looked out her window, as the pulled into the driveway of her house. "Let's go!" she said, and grinned.