Disclaimer in the form of a poem:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't own Harry Potter,
So please don't sue ^^
Anyways, please enjoy the story and be gentle ^^'.
Can you please R+R if you have time
Have a good day and God bless ^^
The Phone Call
A lonely boy sat gazing out of his small bedroom window, contemplating his life, which had changed drastically over the last term at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His name was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
His name had been put into the Goblet of Fire by one of Voldemorts Death-Eaters, and had nearly been killed by the Dark Lord himself, if it hadn't been for Cedric…Cedric Diggory. That name haunted him, even when it had been at least since there had been any contact from the wizarding world. H was starting to get worried about his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He even wondered if Dobby and Winky the house-elves were safe.
"Boy! Get down here now!" Harry's Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs.
"Coming Uncle Vernon," Harry replied, turning and quickly walking down the stairs as he knew his Uncle's patients would wear thin if he went any slower.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked going into the lounge.
"Telephone…" His Uncle growled, thrusting the phone into his chest.
"Uh…Hello?" Harry said, amazed he had a telephone call at all.
"Hi Harry! How are you?" Came his friend, Hermiones, reply.
"Erm…I'm fine thanks, Herm. You?" He asked playing with the telephone wire.
"I'm just fine thanks! You see, I was wondering if you would like to come and spend the rest of the summer holidays at my house. Ron's coming and we're going to be able to go to Diagon Alley and get all of our equipment!" Hermione said, speaking very quickly. Harry was surprised that she hadn't had to stop for breath.
"I don't know…I'll have to ask my Uncle and Aunt…Won't be a minute. I'll call you back, okay?"
"That's fine, Harry. If you don't know my phone number, just dial 14713 if know-"
"It's okay, Herm. I have your number."
"Okay then, bye!"
"Bye," Harry said rather half-heartedly, thinking, in fact knowing, his Aunt and Uncle weren't going to let him go.
"Erm, Uncle Vernon, can I ask you a question?"
"What, boy?" his Uncle replied, not looking up from his newspaper.
"Is it okay if I go and stay at my friend Hermione's house for the rest of the summer holiday's?" Harry asked quickly.
"Yes, whatever…No of course you can't! You still have chores to do!" His Uncle glared up at him.
"Oh okay then…" Harry said turning and thinking of a tactic so his Uncle would let him go. "I'll just go and write a ltter to Sirius, you know, my godfather, just to let him know how I am.He'll be worried you see, because I haven't written in a while…"
Uncle Vernon gave a hoarse cough and looked up at him. "You know, I was only kidding, boy…Go if you want to…"
"Thanks Uncle Vernon!" Harry said, his voice squeaking at various points as his voice was starting to break.
His cousin, Dudley, manage to stifle a laugh as Harry bounded out of the room to phone Hermione back.
"Hi, Herm! My Uncle says that I can come and stay!" Harry said into the phone
"That's great, Harry. I know it's kind of short notice, but will it be okay if we pick you up tomorrow at around three, okay?" Hermione asked.
"Sure. Bye then Herm. And take care, okay?" asked Harry worriedly, thinking about Voldemort getting information from Wormtail, and sending Death Eaters and such onto Harry and his friends.
"I will. You take care to! Bye!" Hermione said hanging up.
And with that, Harry slammed the phone down and raced upstairs to pack.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
I don't own Harry Potter,
So please don't sue ^^
Anyways, please enjoy the story and be gentle ^^'.
Can you please R+R if you have time
Have a good day and God bless ^^
The Phone Call
A lonely boy sat gazing out of his small bedroom window, contemplating his life, which had changed drastically over the last term at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. His name was Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Lived.
His name had been put into the Goblet of Fire by one of Voldemorts Death-Eaters, and had nearly been killed by the Dark Lord himself, if it hadn't been for Cedric…Cedric Diggory. That name haunted him, even when it had been at least since there had been any contact from the wizarding world. H was starting to get worried about his friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley. He even wondered if Dobby and Winky the house-elves were safe.
"Boy! Get down here now!" Harry's Uncle Vernon yelled up the stairs.
"Coming Uncle Vernon," Harry replied, turning and quickly walking down the stairs as he knew his Uncle's patients would wear thin if he went any slower.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked going into the lounge.
"Telephone…" His Uncle growled, thrusting the phone into his chest.
"Uh…Hello?" Harry said, amazed he had a telephone call at all.
"Hi Harry! How are you?" Came his friend, Hermiones, reply.
"Erm…I'm fine thanks, Herm. You?" He asked playing with the telephone wire.
"I'm just fine thanks! You see, I was wondering if you would like to come and spend the rest of the summer holidays at my house. Ron's coming and we're going to be able to go to Diagon Alley and get all of our equipment!" Hermione said, speaking very quickly. Harry was surprised that she hadn't had to stop for breath.
"I don't know…I'll have to ask my Uncle and Aunt…Won't be a minute. I'll call you back, okay?"
"That's fine, Harry. If you don't know my phone number, just dial 14713 if know-"
"It's okay, Herm. I have your number."
"Okay then, bye!"
"Bye," Harry said rather half-heartedly, thinking, in fact knowing, his Aunt and Uncle weren't going to let him go.
"Erm, Uncle Vernon, can I ask you a question?"
"What, boy?" his Uncle replied, not looking up from his newspaper.
"Is it okay if I go and stay at my friend Hermione's house for the rest of the summer holiday's?" Harry asked quickly.
"Yes, whatever…No of course you can't! You still have chores to do!" His Uncle glared up at him.
"Oh okay then…" Harry said turning and thinking of a tactic so his Uncle would let him go. "I'll just go and write a ltter to Sirius, you know, my godfather, just to let him know how I am.He'll be worried you see, because I haven't written in a while…"
Uncle Vernon gave a hoarse cough and looked up at him. "You know, I was only kidding, boy…Go if you want to…"
"Thanks Uncle Vernon!" Harry said, his voice squeaking at various points as his voice was starting to break.
His cousin, Dudley, manage to stifle a laugh as Harry bounded out of the room to phone Hermione back.
"Hi, Herm! My Uncle says that I can come and stay!" Harry said into the phone
"That's great, Harry. I know it's kind of short notice, but will it be okay if we pick you up tomorrow at around three, okay?" Hermione asked.
"Sure. Bye then Herm. And take care, okay?" asked Harry worriedly, thinking about Voldemort getting information from Wormtail, and sending Death Eaters and such onto Harry and his friends.
"I will. You take care to! Bye!" Hermione said hanging up.
And with that, Harry slammed the phone down and raced upstairs to pack.