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Just Another Year...
Harry Potter, a young man at the age of 16, gazed out the window of his tiny room. 4 Privet Drive looked absolutely miserable, even more miserable than normal. The weather was acting up for the third time in the week, and for the third time that week, Harry watched thousands of cold raindrops race to the ground. He sighed, looked at the clock, sighed again, and continued his outward gaze. Time had almost stopped when Harry had arrived home fresh from his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been 3 weeks since then, and Harry was going mad. He wanted to be back at school with his friends, with magic, and with... a chill ran down Harry's spine as his mouth formed the name... Sara.
Sara was an exchange student from the United States, and he had briefly run into her (literally) at King's Cross, knocking her to the ground. After idiotically apologizing over and over to her while helping her up, Hermione bounded over and announced that Sara was a pen pal of hers and had transferred to England to attend Hogwarts for the remainder of her school years. Sara was a lively girl, with long blonde hair that billowed in the wind as she stood Her eyes were a lovely shade of emerald green similar to Harry's, and a very curious (but amazing) smile. He knew that she was going to become a part of his life in the near future, and because of this, time slowed to a near stand-still. He had no idea why his mind kept drifting to her face, and little did he know that he was to find out soon.
Another week came and went by, Harry still very alone. Hedwig had been gone for the last couple of days, either off on a long hunting trip, or she was trying to find somewhere less boring. Harry was working on his schoolwork, as nothing else seemed to pass the time anymore. In the middle of his Potions work, a scratch at the window announced Hedwig's return. Harry strode to the window and opened it, allowing his beautiful owl to glide into the room and gracefully land on Harry's bedpost. To Harry's delight, she had a letter tied to her leg. She wearily held her leg out, and Harry enthusiastically retrieved the letter. After he had released it from Hedwig's leg, she flew over to her cage to guzzle some water. As soon as Harry ripped the letter open, he discovered that it was from Hermione. It read:
Dear Harry,
Hey there, how have you been? I was half expecting that you were going to send me an owl as soon as you returned home asking for more food! It seems that your Aunt and Uncle have given up on your cousin's diet then. That's definitely good to hear. My summer has been very busy. Since Sara has been living with me, I've been taking her all around England, showing her how fascinating it is here. She absolutely loves it.
I guess I really wrote to you to invite you to stay with me for the remainder of the summer. Ron's already said that he'll come, so we're just waiting on your word. We're planning a trip to Scotland, which will be grand. Hopefully you can come and enjoy it with us! Send Hedwig as soon as you get a reply, and my parents will come and pick you up whenever you're ready! Hope you're doing ok, and I hope to see you soon!
Love from
Hermione
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he set the letter down and let his mind wander. This was what he had been waiting for, a ticket out of this secluded, boring life! He bounded down the stairs, letter back in his hand, and found his aunt and uncle sitting in the living room sipping tea and watching the news. Dudley had gone to stay with his aunt that week, which contributed to the overgrowing silence in the house.
"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia?" Harry started, forming his words in his mind as he waited for them to look at him. Their heads turned, and Vernon grumbled his usual
"What do you want now boy?" as a greeting for Harry.
"Well, I just got a letter from my friend Hermione, and she wants me to spend the rest of my vacation with her and some other friends of ours," Harry began. Vernon considered his nephew momentarily, and then turned to face his wife.
A/n: Yes, this wasn't the greatest by any means, but this is the start of my first story-fic ever. I hope you like it, because I have some I good ideas for this story. Hopefully you'll stick around to read the rest!
Just Another Year...
Harry Potter, a young man at the age of 16, gazed out the window of his tiny room. 4 Privet Drive looked absolutely miserable, even more miserable than normal. The weather was acting up for the third time in the week, and for the third time that week, Harry watched thousands of cold raindrops race to the ground. He sighed, looked at the clock, sighed again, and continued his outward gaze. Time had almost stopped when Harry had arrived home fresh from his fourth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. It had been 3 weeks since then, and Harry was going mad. He wanted to be back at school with his friends, with magic, and with... a chill ran down Harry's spine as his mouth formed the name... Sara.
Sara was an exchange student from the United States, and he had briefly run into her (literally) at King's Cross, knocking her to the ground. After idiotically apologizing over and over to her while helping her up, Hermione bounded over and announced that Sara was a pen pal of hers and had transferred to England to attend Hogwarts for the remainder of her school years. Sara was a lively girl, with long blonde hair that billowed in the wind as she stood Her eyes were a lovely shade of emerald green similar to Harry's, and a very curious (but amazing) smile. He knew that she was going to become a part of his life in the near future, and because of this, time slowed to a near stand-still. He had no idea why his mind kept drifting to her face, and little did he know that he was to find out soon.
Another week came and went by, Harry still very alone. Hedwig had been gone for the last couple of days, either off on a long hunting trip, or she was trying to find somewhere less boring. Harry was working on his schoolwork, as nothing else seemed to pass the time anymore. In the middle of his Potions work, a scratch at the window announced Hedwig's return. Harry strode to the window and opened it, allowing his beautiful owl to glide into the room and gracefully land on Harry's bedpost. To Harry's delight, she had a letter tied to her leg. She wearily held her leg out, and Harry enthusiastically retrieved the letter. After he had released it from Hedwig's leg, she flew over to her cage to guzzle some water. As soon as Harry ripped the letter open, he discovered that it was from Hermione. It read:
Dear Harry,
Hey there, how have you been? I was half expecting that you were going to send me an owl as soon as you returned home asking for more food! It seems that your Aunt and Uncle have given up on your cousin's diet then. That's definitely good to hear. My summer has been very busy. Since Sara has been living with me, I've been taking her all around England, showing her how fascinating it is here. She absolutely loves it.
I guess I really wrote to you to invite you to stay with me for the remainder of the summer. Ron's already said that he'll come, so we're just waiting on your word. We're planning a trip to Scotland, which will be grand. Hopefully you can come and enjoy it with us! Send Hedwig as soon as you get a reply, and my parents will come and pick you up whenever you're ready! Hope you're doing ok, and I hope to see you soon!
Love from
Hermione
Harry's heart was pounding in his chest as he set the letter down and let his mind wander. This was what he had been waiting for, a ticket out of this secluded, boring life! He bounded down the stairs, letter back in his hand, and found his aunt and uncle sitting in the living room sipping tea and watching the news. Dudley had gone to stay with his aunt that week, which contributed to the overgrowing silence in the house.
"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia?" Harry started, forming his words in his mind as he waited for them to look at him. Their heads turned, and Vernon grumbled his usual
"What do you want now boy?" as a greeting for Harry.
"Well, I just got a letter from my friend Hermione, and she wants me to spend the rest of my vacation with her and some other friends of ours," Harry began. Vernon considered his nephew momentarily, and then turned to face his wife.
A/n: Yes, this wasn't the greatest by any means, but this is the start of my first story-fic ever. I hope you like it, because I have some I good ideas for this story. Hopefully you'll stick around to read the rest!