DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!!!! We did make up most of the
cheerleaders and a few of the other random characters. Chances are if you
don't know who it is, we made them up.
*****Chapter One*****
Uncle Vernon was pissed. Well, that's really not surprising, considering it was the middle of July and Harry was still there sulking in a typical teenage way and waiting for the next term at Hogwarts to start. But the point is, Uncle Vernon was pissed. And Aunt Petunia was her usual annoying delusional self. And Dudley was out with Piers and his other friends being in a sort-of secret gang. And Harry was sulking in a typical teenage way and waiting for the next term at Hogwarts to start, just like I said earlier. So it was a typical day in the Dursley household. (Wonder why it's not the Dursley/Potter household. Harry lives there too! Oh well, his problem not mine.) ANYWAY. Suddenly Hedwig flew up to the window with a big giant mailbag attached to her leg. Harry opened the window and Hedwig flew in, staggering from the weight of the mailbag. He took the mailbag off her leg and let her relax, meanwhile dumping the mail on the floor of his room. Out poured at least fifty letters. "Bloody hell," he said, sounding like Ron. Harry picked one up, examining the return address. It was from Mrs. Weasley, Ron's mother. "Wonder why she's writing me," he thought. He opened the letter.
Dear Harry, (the letter said)
How are you? I hope you're doing well. We're all waiting here for you to come visit us at the Burrow. Hermione is here too, and I don't know why I'm saying that because this isn't an H/H so it's of no interest to you and of no relevance to the plot. Well, I'm just writing to tell you that you're welcome to come visit as soon as possible. I think Ron may have sent you some floo powder so you can come via that as long as you make sure to enunciate so you don't end up in an awful place like Knockturn Alley again. Well I'll let you go then. And I've sent along a little Muggle toy as a present- I hope it's still squeaky.
Molly Weasley
Harry put the letter down and noticed the little yellow rubber ducky halfway buried in the pile of mail, then laughed half-heartedly. He didn't care if he did have a lot of mail. He was a teenager. He couldn't be fully happy. It was his job to be angsty and such-on. Harry picked up another letter, this one from Madam Pomfrey, informing him of his own personal private bed in the hospital since he seemed to spend such a lot of time there. The next letter was from Fleur. "Gee, I wonder why she's writing me. We haven't spoken since the tournament. Huh. Weird." The letter was on pale blue flowered parchment.
'Allo, Harry,
Mon pére a fait batir maison. En s'asseyant il fit ton bond. Le plus jeune c'est mon mignon. Oh, silly me. You don't know French, do you? Well, in English that means the fair pear beats the mansion, then assassinates James Bond and adds the moon dessert and Jack. An old French fable passed from generation to generation. I've always found it a bit silly but who am I to argue with history.
Well, I have to go. I hope you have fun playing Quidditch. Oh, yes, and I shall be seeing you quite soon I think. I'm not quite at liberte to give details, but you will see me soon.
Fleur Delacour
Harry was confused. What did Fleur mean by that? And why was she writing him? He put it out of his mind and picked up another letter. It was red, but not a Howler. It was just a red envelope, from Colin and Dennis. Not even wanting to know, he put it in the pile where Mrs. Weasley's letter, Madam Pomfrey's letter, and Fleur's already were without even writing it. After a letter from Dumbledore, a note from Hagrid, a near- novel from Hermione, a letter from Ginny, a note and a bag of floo powder from Ron, a death prediction from Professor Trelawney (even on vacation she has to predict my death! he thought), and some letters from Seamus, Dean, and Neville he was halfway through the heaping mailbag. Hedwig had left soon after delivering the first one, but she returned and as she flew right over the pile of mail, she dropped another one right on top of it. Harry groaned and started opening a complimentary fake wand from Fred and George.
*****Chapter One*****
Uncle Vernon was pissed. Well, that's really not surprising, considering it was the middle of July and Harry was still there sulking in a typical teenage way and waiting for the next term at Hogwarts to start. But the point is, Uncle Vernon was pissed. And Aunt Petunia was her usual annoying delusional self. And Dudley was out with Piers and his other friends being in a sort-of secret gang. And Harry was sulking in a typical teenage way and waiting for the next term at Hogwarts to start, just like I said earlier. So it was a typical day in the Dursley household. (Wonder why it's not the Dursley/Potter household. Harry lives there too! Oh well, his problem not mine.) ANYWAY. Suddenly Hedwig flew up to the window with a big giant mailbag attached to her leg. Harry opened the window and Hedwig flew in, staggering from the weight of the mailbag. He took the mailbag off her leg and let her relax, meanwhile dumping the mail on the floor of his room. Out poured at least fifty letters. "Bloody hell," he said, sounding like Ron. Harry picked one up, examining the return address. It was from Mrs. Weasley, Ron's mother. "Wonder why she's writing me," he thought. He opened the letter.
Dear Harry, (the letter said)
How are you? I hope you're doing well. We're all waiting here for you to come visit us at the Burrow. Hermione is here too, and I don't know why I'm saying that because this isn't an H/H so it's of no interest to you and of no relevance to the plot. Well, I'm just writing to tell you that you're welcome to come visit as soon as possible. I think Ron may have sent you some floo powder so you can come via that as long as you make sure to enunciate so you don't end up in an awful place like Knockturn Alley again. Well I'll let you go then. And I've sent along a little Muggle toy as a present- I hope it's still squeaky.
Molly Weasley
Harry put the letter down and noticed the little yellow rubber ducky halfway buried in the pile of mail, then laughed half-heartedly. He didn't care if he did have a lot of mail. He was a teenager. He couldn't be fully happy. It was his job to be angsty and such-on. Harry picked up another letter, this one from Madam Pomfrey, informing him of his own personal private bed in the hospital since he seemed to spend such a lot of time there. The next letter was from Fleur. "Gee, I wonder why she's writing me. We haven't spoken since the tournament. Huh. Weird." The letter was on pale blue flowered parchment.
'Allo, Harry,
Mon pére a fait batir maison. En s'asseyant il fit ton bond. Le plus jeune c'est mon mignon. Oh, silly me. You don't know French, do you? Well, in English that means the fair pear beats the mansion, then assassinates James Bond and adds the moon dessert and Jack. An old French fable passed from generation to generation. I've always found it a bit silly but who am I to argue with history.
Well, I have to go. I hope you have fun playing Quidditch. Oh, yes, and I shall be seeing you quite soon I think. I'm not quite at liberte to give details, but you will see me soon.
Fleur Delacour
Harry was confused. What did Fleur mean by that? And why was she writing him? He put it out of his mind and picked up another letter. It was red, but not a Howler. It was just a red envelope, from Colin and Dennis. Not even wanting to know, he put it in the pile where Mrs. Weasley's letter, Madam Pomfrey's letter, and Fleur's already were without even writing it. After a letter from Dumbledore, a note from Hagrid, a near- novel from Hermione, a letter from Ginny, a note and a bag of floo powder from Ron, a death prediction from Professor Trelawney (even on vacation she has to predict my death! he thought), and some letters from Seamus, Dean, and Neville he was halfway through the heaping mailbag. Hedwig had left soon after delivering the first one, but she returned and as she flew right over the pile of mail, she dropped another one right on top of it. Harry groaned and started opening a complimentary fake wand from Fred and George.