Picture it: Number 4 Privet Drive, summer, day before school is back
in session. Harry is still at his Uncle's house.
Whack! Harry feels the reverberation of Dudley pounding at his door. A low guttural moan escapes his throat.
"What do you want Dud?" He spat out when he got up to unlock his door. Dudley jumped into the room. The large eyes starting at him like he was some sort of freak. Well if he's going to be like that, let him. He thought to himself.
Before he knew it, Dudley made his way out of Harry's room and down the stairs.
It took two seconds for Harry to realize that today was the last day he'd be spending here until summer.
Harry shot up out of bed, grinning. He quickly dressed and ran down stairs. Gazing up to his Uncle who was sitting at the table. He'd forgotten to ask Uncle Vernon to drive him. Uh Oh, he thought.
" Good Morning Uncle." Harry almost spat out. The niceness in his voice tasted bad.
" Yeah boy? What do you want?" He grumbled.
Obvious to his Uncle's intuition, he didn't waste anytime, " I need a ride to King's Cross tomorrow so I can get out of your life for a few months." The excuse sounded like a good one, or so Harry thought.
" That almost sounds worth my time," Vernon shot, " Well we'll take you in the morning."
Harry didn't expect that to be that easy. He knew his uncle a little bit better then that. " What's the catch?" Harry said coyly.
" There is none. Now leave before I change my mind!" Vernon shouted, his face turning a familiar shade of purple.
Harry burned rubber and ran outside, almost jumping for joy. He glanced at his watch to see what time It was. " Oh crap!' His watch was broken and he only wore it out of habit. The memories of how the watch was broken suddenly demolished his mood.
Sirius he thought. With his shoulders now slightly hunched he headed back for his room on Number Four Privet Drive. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Mum!" Ron yelled in glee. " Hogwarts here I come!" Ron Weasley, son of one of the most poorest family in all of the Wizarding Community, jumped down the stairs of his house and ran into the kitchen.
" Yes, Ron, tomorrow, you're leaving. We did get all of your books, now didn't we?" She asked, kissing Ron's forehead.
" Yes Mum!" Ron's tall stature and fire red hair made him look kind of gangly to say the least. But his mother always thought of him as a catch. Much like his father.
Ron's cheeks blushed as he remembered everyone at school, especially Hermione.
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Hermione gasped as she say the horrid things laid before her.
Whack! Harry feels the reverberation of Dudley pounding at his door. A low guttural moan escapes his throat.
"What do you want Dud?" He spat out when he got up to unlock his door. Dudley jumped into the room. The large eyes starting at him like he was some sort of freak. Well if he's going to be like that, let him. He thought to himself.
Before he knew it, Dudley made his way out of Harry's room and down the stairs.
It took two seconds for Harry to realize that today was the last day he'd be spending here until summer.
Harry shot up out of bed, grinning. He quickly dressed and ran down stairs. Gazing up to his Uncle who was sitting at the table. He'd forgotten to ask Uncle Vernon to drive him. Uh Oh, he thought.
" Good Morning Uncle." Harry almost spat out. The niceness in his voice tasted bad.
" Yeah boy? What do you want?" He grumbled.
Obvious to his Uncle's intuition, he didn't waste anytime, " I need a ride to King's Cross tomorrow so I can get out of your life for a few months." The excuse sounded like a good one, or so Harry thought.
" That almost sounds worth my time," Vernon shot, " Well we'll take you in the morning."
Harry didn't expect that to be that easy. He knew his uncle a little bit better then that. " What's the catch?" Harry said coyly.
" There is none. Now leave before I change my mind!" Vernon shouted, his face turning a familiar shade of purple.
Harry burned rubber and ran outside, almost jumping for joy. He glanced at his watch to see what time It was. " Oh crap!' His watch was broken and he only wore it out of habit. The memories of how the watch was broken suddenly demolished his mood.
Sirius he thought. With his shoulders now slightly hunched he headed back for his room on Number Four Privet Drive. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
"Mum!" Ron yelled in glee. " Hogwarts here I come!" Ron Weasley, son of one of the most poorest family in all of the Wizarding Community, jumped down the stairs of his house and ran into the kitchen.
" Yes, Ron, tomorrow, you're leaving. We did get all of your books, now didn't we?" She asked, kissing Ron's forehead.
" Yes Mum!" Ron's tall stature and fire red hair made him look kind of gangly to say the least. But his mother always thought of him as a catch. Much like his father.
Ron's cheeks blushed as he remembered everyone at school, especially Hermione.
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Hermione gasped as she say the horrid things laid before her.