Visitors
Harry was at the Drusley's for the summer. He didn't stay in much, now that he didn't have to. Aunt Petunia had explained to him that "We need you here in order to get the tax credit, Harry. You know what our state is likeY" Sure sureY that's what they say, as they sit in what would be every one else's Sunday best, on their beautiful emerald- green couch, greedily eating cookies and cakes. Sure. Most days, he left early in the morning, and came back late at night.
"I don't know what's gotten into that boy!" Aunt Petunia screeched, after one of her neighbors asked her about "the boy that she had never seen before, coming out of their house."
"No-one knows where he goesY maybeY" Dudley started, but was cut off by Uncle Vernon.
"I don't ruddy care where the boy goes, as long as he's out of the house, He's not our problem!" Right at that moment, the door crashed open, and Harry came in with an armload of boxes.
"Harry, why are you home? What EXACTLY are in those boxes?" Uncle Vernon intruded.
"Ron=s stuff, y=know, Ron? He called here a couple of years ago... anyway, he=s coming over today. Oh, I suppose I forgot to tell you about thatY" Harry tried to look innocently at Uncle Vernon without laughing. "NOT RUDDY LIKLEY!!!" Uncle Vernon yelled, spraying spit all over Harry. He squinted his piggy little eyes, but it=s hard to look intimidating when you look like a bowl of pudding.
AWell it's too late. He=ll be here any minute now. He's coming by Floo powder, so it's a good thing that you didn't put that fake fireplace in again this year. I'll just go upstairs, I can't pick his stuff up, it's way to heavy. I think I'll wait until he gets here, and we can both pull it upstairs. Right, see you in a minute!" Harry said, and dashed upstairs. "I don=t suppose it=ll be all badY we'll just keep them outY" Harry heard Aunt Petunia feebly trying to calm him down. She sounded like a mouse trying to tame a pitbull. A rather pudding like pitbull in Harry=s opinion. Harry looked in his mirror once he opened his door, and tried to comb his black, unruly hair. From down stairs, he heard Dudley give a shriek. In his mind, he hoped that he had been turned into a pig again. He knew that, unfortunately, Dudley=s toung hadn=t swollen, or he wouldn=t have been able to shriek. Maybe there was something else that had gone Awrong@. He raced down stairs, and when he got there, he almost let out a yelp himself! A tall, handsome-looking red-haired boy stood, or towered over the family.
"Ron?" Harry managed to squeak. "Ron, is that you? My god you've changed! What did you do?!"
"Eh? What do you mean I've changed?" Ron asked, as he picked up a box in each hand.
"Well, you'reY big!" Harry replied, on his way up the stairs, followed by Ron.
"I'm not big! You're just smallY" Harry glared at him."Yer" Ron finished. "I suppose that I forgot to tell you, I got a job moving boxes. Since I can't use magic, I have to do it the muggle way; manual labor." They set all of his things in Harry's room, and went down stairs. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were still cowering in the living room, and Uncle Vernon was trying to hurry them along.
"Don't trip over the door step on your way out, Here are your shoes, Don't forget to close the door behind youYeep!" squeaked Uncle Vernon when Ron turned around.
"Ah, Stick a sock in it, will ya?" Ron asked.
"Yeah we're going, see you around!" Just then, the telephone rang; it was Hermoine.
AHello, Harry? Is that you?@ she asked.
AWho is it asked Ron from behind Harry.
AHermoine@ Harry said and turned to look at Ron, whose ears were turning a spectacular shade of red. After he hung up, Harry told Ron that Hermoine wanted them to stay at her house for a couple of weeks, right after they went to Diagon alley, to get their supplies for school. That's great, I wonder what her house looks like! This summer'll be great! Seeing your house (what's so great about that?) Seeing HermoineY" Harry chuckled. " 's house" Ron finished, as his ears went bright pink. "Gee, Ron, you'd think that you liked her!" Harry laughed. "I do not" but even though he said so, Harry could tell it was not true, because his whole head looked like it was on fire. Harry and Ron spent the rest of the week the way that Harry usually did. Harry took Ron into the local candy shop. Ron couldn't understand why the candies at the candy shop did nothing, except leave a flavour in your mouth. He got especially strange looks when he asked where they kept the "Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans" Ron thought that scaring the Drusleys was extremely funny, and they talked about it, quit a lot, but not quite as much as Ron talked about Hermoine.
Harry was at the Drusley's for the summer. He didn't stay in much, now that he didn't have to. Aunt Petunia had explained to him that "We need you here in order to get the tax credit, Harry. You know what our state is likeY" Sure sureY that's what they say, as they sit in what would be every one else's Sunday best, on their beautiful emerald- green couch, greedily eating cookies and cakes. Sure. Most days, he left early in the morning, and came back late at night.
"I don't know what's gotten into that boy!" Aunt Petunia screeched, after one of her neighbors asked her about "the boy that she had never seen before, coming out of their house."
"No-one knows where he goesY maybeY" Dudley started, but was cut off by Uncle Vernon.
"I don't ruddy care where the boy goes, as long as he's out of the house, He's not our problem!" Right at that moment, the door crashed open, and Harry came in with an armload of boxes.
"Harry, why are you home? What EXACTLY are in those boxes?" Uncle Vernon intruded.
"Ron=s stuff, y=know, Ron? He called here a couple of years ago... anyway, he=s coming over today. Oh, I suppose I forgot to tell you about thatY" Harry tried to look innocently at Uncle Vernon without laughing. "NOT RUDDY LIKLEY!!!" Uncle Vernon yelled, spraying spit all over Harry. He squinted his piggy little eyes, but it=s hard to look intimidating when you look like a bowl of pudding.
AWell it's too late. He=ll be here any minute now. He's coming by Floo powder, so it's a good thing that you didn't put that fake fireplace in again this year. I'll just go upstairs, I can't pick his stuff up, it's way to heavy. I think I'll wait until he gets here, and we can both pull it upstairs. Right, see you in a minute!" Harry said, and dashed upstairs. "I don=t suppose it=ll be all badY we'll just keep them outY" Harry heard Aunt Petunia feebly trying to calm him down. She sounded like a mouse trying to tame a pitbull. A rather pudding like pitbull in Harry=s opinion. Harry looked in his mirror once he opened his door, and tried to comb his black, unruly hair. From down stairs, he heard Dudley give a shriek. In his mind, he hoped that he had been turned into a pig again. He knew that, unfortunately, Dudley=s toung hadn=t swollen, or he wouldn=t have been able to shriek. Maybe there was something else that had gone Awrong@. He raced down stairs, and when he got there, he almost let out a yelp himself! A tall, handsome-looking red-haired boy stood, or towered over the family.
"Ron?" Harry managed to squeak. "Ron, is that you? My god you've changed! What did you do?!"
"Eh? What do you mean I've changed?" Ron asked, as he picked up a box in each hand.
"Well, you'reY big!" Harry replied, on his way up the stairs, followed by Ron.
"I'm not big! You're just smallY" Harry glared at him."Yer" Ron finished. "I suppose that I forgot to tell you, I got a job moving boxes. Since I can't use magic, I have to do it the muggle way; manual labor." They set all of his things in Harry's room, and went down stairs. Aunt Petunia and Dudley were still cowering in the living room, and Uncle Vernon was trying to hurry them along.
"Don't trip over the door step on your way out, Here are your shoes, Don't forget to close the door behind youYeep!" squeaked Uncle Vernon when Ron turned around.
"Ah, Stick a sock in it, will ya?" Ron asked.
"Yeah we're going, see you around!" Just then, the telephone rang; it was Hermoine.
AHello, Harry? Is that you?@ she asked.
AWho is it asked Ron from behind Harry.
AHermoine@ Harry said and turned to look at Ron, whose ears were turning a spectacular shade of red. After he hung up, Harry told Ron that Hermoine wanted them to stay at her house for a couple of weeks, right after they went to Diagon alley, to get their supplies for school. That's great, I wonder what her house looks like! This summer'll be great! Seeing your house (what's so great about that?) Seeing HermoineY" Harry chuckled. " 's house" Ron finished, as his ears went bright pink. "Gee, Ron, you'd think that you liked her!" Harry laughed. "I do not" but even though he said so, Harry could tell it was not true, because his whole head looked like it was on fire. Harry and Ron spent the rest of the week the way that Harry usually did. Harry took Ron into the local candy shop. Ron couldn't understand why the candies at the candy shop did nothing, except leave a flavour in your mouth. He got especially strange looks when he asked where they kept the "Bertie Bott's Every Flavored Beans" Ron thought that scaring the Drusleys was extremely funny, and they talked about it, quit a lot, but not quite as much as Ron talked about Hermoine.