Hi everybody my names Logan, but my friends call me Logo. Anyway I found
out about this site from my friend: Roxanne she wrote another Harry Potter
story like this one (she isn't done yet). To let you people know I can be
really hyper a lot of the time so a lot of my story is gonna be kinda
messed up. Now my co-author will talk. . As you can see I don't have a co-
author (yet), but my "friend" Roxanne will edit it. Now on with the story!
Chapter 1
Harry's True Feelings
"Wake up you lazy boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry from downstairs.
"Coming!" Harry yelled back. Harry jumped out off bed, savoring every moment he was alive. Today he was supposed to meet Hermione. Harry got dressed and quickly ran downstairs.
"Hi Uncle Vernon how are you?" Harry greeted Uncle Vernon, much to his uncle's surprise.
"I'm fine," He replied hesitantly, "But I don't know if you are."
"Well I'm splendid! I've never been better. Tiptop shape wot wot. Any way what's for breakfast?" Harry asked politely.
"Well your awfully cheerful this fine morning!" Aunt Petunia butted
in,
"We're having sizzling thin strips of bacon, sunny side up eggs, pancakes with melt-in-your-mouth maple syrup, and it's all smothered in butter!"
"Wow!" Harry said surprised. "You certainly have out done yourself Aunt Petunia."
"Well that's not for you, that's for uncle Vernon, Dudely, and me. You get somethin much more special... a bowl of four-month-old Froot Loops!" Aunt Petunia said, smirking and laughing suspiciously like Snape.
"I just won't have any then," Harry said and slumped back to his room, stomach growling.
"Hedwig," Harry said entering his room and petting a fluffy white owl, "How come they don't like me? Is it cause I am a wizard? Or maybe it's my glasses? Probably my scar. Ah! It hurts like a bitch!"
Harry rubbed the painful spot on his forehead and got ready to leave.
"I have to go meet Hermoinie now so don't get into any trouble, OK Hedwig?" Harry asked, "See you later," Harry left his room and went out side to wait for the bus that was headed somewhere around Hermione's house he hoped.
Chapter 1
Harry's True Feelings
"Wake up you lazy boy!" Uncle Vernon yelled at Harry from downstairs.
"Coming!" Harry yelled back. Harry jumped out off bed, savoring every moment he was alive. Today he was supposed to meet Hermione. Harry got dressed and quickly ran downstairs.
"Hi Uncle Vernon how are you?" Harry greeted Uncle Vernon, much to his uncle's surprise.
"I'm fine," He replied hesitantly, "But I don't know if you are."
"Well I'm splendid! I've never been better. Tiptop shape wot wot. Any way what's for breakfast?" Harry asked politely.
"Well your awfully cheerful this fine morning!" Aunt Petunia butted
in,
"We're having sizzling thin strips of bacon, sunny side up eggs, pancakes with melt-in-your-mouth maple syrup, and it's all smothered in butter!"
"Wow!" Harry said surprised. "You certainly have out done yourself Aunt Petunia."
"Well that's not for you, that's for uncle Vernon, Dudely, and me. You get somethin much more special... a bowl of four-month-old Froot Loops!" Aunt Petunia said, smirking and laughing suspiciously like Snape.
"I just won't have any then," Harry said and slumped back to his room, stomach growling.
"Hedwig," Harry said entering his room and petting a fluffy white owl, "How come they don't like me? Is it cause I am a wizard? Or maybe it's my glasses? Probably my scar. Ah! It hurts like a bitch!"
Harry rubbed the painful spot on his forehead and got ready to leave.
"I have to go meet Hermoinie now so don't get into any trouble, OK Hedwig?" Harry asked, "See you later," Harry left his room and went out side to wait for the bus that was headed somewhere around Hermione's house he hoped.