Okay, so I do not own any of the character. There I said it.
Though it had only been three days back at dreadful number four Privet Drive, Harry was on the verge going crazy. Already, Dudley had found every possible form of torture to inflict on his cousin Harry, whom which he rather not claim as a relative. The feeling was mutual. "September 1st can not get here quick enough," Harry thought as a white blur zoomed in the window. It was Hedwig, him beloved snowy white owl. She was his only escape from the Muggle world.
"What do you have for, Hedwig?" Harry questioned as he reached out and untied the letter attached to her foot. It was a letter from Ron, his best friend from school whom he spent summers with.
Harry,
How is your summer? Hope no one is bothering you, especially a fat boy by the name of Dudley. I will not be home all summer. Dad has to go to Australia for a top-secret job for the Ministry, so Mum insisted that the whole family go with him. Sorry, but you won't be able to visit the burrow this summer. Hope to hear from you soon.
-Ron
"Oh joy! A whole summer with the Dursleys. This is going to be a summer of hell."
Harry sank into his bed and lay there motionless for several minutes. He was interrupted by a plump boy.
"Are you dead?" Just then a thought entered Harry's mind. He continued to lie there while Dudley repeatedly poked him in the face. Suddenly Harry grabbed his cousin's fat finger and he let out a girlish yelp.
"Leave me alone!" Harry shouted as he pushed Dudley into the hallways and slammed the door in his face. "I have got to get away from this place."
Harry fell back into his bed and closed his eyes, perhaps he could sleep the summer away to avoid the Dursleys. It did not work to well. He woke the next morning to Uncle Vernon's heavy feet trampling down the stairs.
It was now Harry's fourth day back at Privet Drive, but little did he know, it would be his last for the summer. Harry got out of bed stretching and yawning. Opening his wardrobe, he pulled some over-sized hand-me-down clothes of Dudley's and put them on. He then went down for breakfast.
"Harry scared me last night!" Dudley blurted out as he glanced at Harry with a revengeful look upon his eyes that quickly turned changed to sad puppy eyes as he looked at Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon set down his morning paper with a horrible look that Harry knew very well. His purplish face stared him down trying to intimidate Harry. It never seemed to work, though.
"That's it boy! No breakfast for you! Straight up to your room!" This did not seem to bother Harry, he had already lost his appetite from the site of the disgusting way Dudley inhaled his toast and bacon.
Harry walked back upstairs in a half-depressed manner. He was not looking forward to spending the whole summer with his neglectful, non-caring, sad excuse for a family. As he reached his room he heard Hedwig screech in mad fit. There was an owl sitting on Harry's desk.
"Errol? Why is Ron sending another letter?" Harry opened the letter from Errol immediately. Automatically he recognized the neat penmanship of Hermione, his other best friend. But why was she using Errol?
Harry,
Ron wrote me about his family going to Australia. He used Errol to send me the letter. I am borrowing him to send you one. I asked my parents if it would be all right for you to stay the remainder of the holiday with us. They approved! So, what do you say? It is not too exciting here, but anything could be better than the Dursleys, right? Well, hope to hear from you soon.
Love,
Hermione.
Harry grabbed his quill and parchment. He thought it best to write Ron and send Errol home, then reply to Hermione's invitation. But first. . . Uncle Vernon. Would he let him go?
Harry ran down the stairs to catch Uncle Vernon just before he walked out the door for work.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry said calmly.
"What do you want boy?"
"My friend Hermione had invited me to spend the remainder of the holiday with her and her family. Is it alright if I go?" Harry was waiting patiently for a response. He could tell Uncle Vernon was contemplating the idea in his head.
"Sure boy, it would be nice to get rid of you a bit early. As long as these people do not us out fireplace to get here."
"Oh no, they will be like normal people." Harry added think it would sound more appealing normal to arrive at the house rather than oddly dressed people as Uncle Vernon referred to them as. "Thank you Uncle Vernon, I will let you know when they are coming." Harry thought of hugging the massive man, but realized it would very awkward.
Harry raced up the stairs and into his room. He wrote Ron first.
Ron,
I'm going Hermione's for the summer. Hope you have fun in Australia. See you on September 1st, or possibly in Diagon Alley.
-Harry
Harry then tied the note to Errol and sent him on his way. "Goodbye Errol, have a safe trip back."
Harry reached for a fresh clean sheet of parchment and loaded his quill with ink to respond to Hermione's invitation.
Thank you so much for offering me to stay with you all summer. Uncle Vernon agreed to let me go. Anytime you can come is great. I will be ready. I sent Errol back to Ron. Hope he makes it back safely. Thanks again for inviting me to stay the summer.
-Harry
With all the excitement going on, Harry let out a small squeal of joy. He then let Hedwig out of her cage, tied the letter to her foot, and told her to deliver it to Hermione.
As she flew out the window Harry watched her until she was out of site. Harry thought it would be best to pack his things now.
Harry opened his trunk and placed his things inside it. All of the over-sized clothes and dirt stained socks he inherited from Uncle Vernon and Dudley. Aunt Petunia refused to buy him new clothes that fit him properly.
Harry spent the rest of the day doing some dreaded potions homework. Professor Snape always had a way to suck the fun from everything. Having homework on holidays was not fun at all.
After dinner Harry went back to his room. He could not wait to hear from Hermione. Hopefully it would not take long her to respond. At about 10:30 that night he heard a tap at his window. It was Hedwig, she had returned with a letter from Hermione.
Harry,
I am glad that you can come for the summer. We will be arriving at about 9:30 A.M. tomorrow. See you then!
Love,
Hermione
Harry rejoiced with a slight squeal of delight. Only eleven hours left in the Dursley house. He fell asleep on his bed still holding the letter from Hermione.