Okay, this is my first fan fiction story so please review at give me tips, or something like that. This has kind of a slow beginning, but there will be a lot happening in the second chapter. So, I will keep updating and I hope you lie The Hero.
A Sigh Of Relief
Harry lay on his bed staring up at the ceiling. The worst part about the summer was being at 4 Privet Drive. The Dursley's just sat around the house and didn't do anything the least bid interesting. Harry didn't find watching television to be entertaining for nine hours straight.
He was so bored out of his mind that he actually thought he might be turning to jello. He was tired of waiting for any word from Ron or Hermione. It had been three weeks since school ended, but Harry thought they would have written right away. He at least thought Hermione would have written because she had mentioned something about them meeting for lunch at Diagon Alley. For a moment, Harry was wishing that letter would come even more than Ron's usual letter for him to stay with the Weasley's. Harry let out a long sigh.
Suddenly, a banging on the door nearly made him jump out of his skin.
"Get down here!...Dinner!" Uncle Vernon usually only talked to Harry in a roaring voice.
This was the only excitement in Harry's day, which was pretty sad. He sauntered his way downstairs to the kitchen. Uncle Vernon and Dudley were already waiting anxiously at the square table. This was their favorite part of the day…dinner.
Aunt Petunia had obviously given up on the diet because Dudley and Uncle Vernon's plates consisted of tow juice slices of pork roast, a heaping pile of mashed potatoes, and a small pile of peas (the only healthy part of the meal). And of course, Harry's plate consisted of half a slice of pork, a small spoonful of mashed potatoes, and four peas. He ate is dinner in silence until Dudley actually spoke to him.
"Are your weird friends coming to get you soon?" He actually sounded a bit scared. Dudley has not had very good experiences with anyone that ever came to pick up Harry. Either he nearly suffocated because his tongue was enlarged or he ended up looking like a pig.
"Yeah, I just don't know when," said Harry, disappointed.
"Well, the sooner the better," Vernon chimed in, "I can't have you mopping around this house all summer."
Harry finished what was his dinner and climbed the stairs back to his room. He opened the door to his dark room and saw two yellow eyes staring back at him. He turned on his lights and to his relief he saw Ron's nutty owl, Pig. He raced across his roomand grabed the letter tied to Pig's feet. Harry tore the envelope open.
Harry,
Sorry for the long wait. We will pick you up tomorrow around 5 p.m. Be in your bedroom…we are using a portkey. We are picking Hermione up on our way to the Dursley's. See you soon!
Ron
Harry fell on his bed with a sigh of relief.