A warm breeze flitted over the warm sun-beaten pavement leading up to
Number 4 Privet Drive. Everything seemed so in place that no one peaking
out of their curtains would really be able to tell what turmoil was going
on between a tall gangly straight faced teen and a purple faced fat man
behind the curtains.
"Boy! Get down here NOW! I want an explanation for this!" Vernon Dursley yelled narrowly side-stepping a large trunk coming flying from the top of his staircase with amazing agility for a man of his size. Just then a tall boy with unruly black hair, glinting green eyes, and a permanent looking scowl appeared at the top of the stairs followed closely by an even taller more serious looking boy with fiery hair and lustrous eyes that seemed to have the power to kill.
"Uncle Vernon, I told you that today I would be leaving to go and spend the rest of my summer out of your hair with my friends the Weasleys." The black haired boy stated calmly clearly looking as if he was enjoying himself. Seconds after he said that he slowly sauntered down the stairs. He threw back his hair to make it look as if he just had gotten off of a broomstick and gazed levelly at his uncle as he walked past.
Vernon felt his stomach constrict violently as he let his eyes flick up to his nephews forehead where there was to stay a lightning shaped scar, forever reminding everyone that he was the boy who lived, Harry Potter.
Suddenly a warm breeze danced over the trio. Although all windows and doors were closed tightly, it somehow found a way through. Harry called to the red-headed lad saying it was time to go. Immediately there was a fire crackling merrily in the living room fire-place. Vernon's face contorted in fury. "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MAGIC OUTSIDE OF... THAT SCHOOL!!" he roared sounding like an angry male ostrich.
Harry, who had stopped, turned around to face his uncle saying, "Oh, but Uncle Vernon, that's only until the fifth year!" and with that he threw something into the fire, walked into it and started spinning away with his trunk in hand while saying "The Burrow!"
While Harry was spinning away a breeze washed over Vernon, causing him to shiver and walk quickly away. If he had happened to look over his shoulder he would have seen two transparent eyes materialize and stare wistfully into dissipating fire and have heard a voice whisper, 'I will finally be able to meet you, Ron Weasley," before the eyes dissipated themselves.
A/N – Hello all my lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I don't know exactly where I'm going with this but I do have a faint idea! PLEASE REVIEW!!! *FLAMES ACCEPTED AND REQUESTED!*
"Boy! Get down here NOW! I want an explanation for this!" Vernon Dursley yelled narrowly side-stepping a large trunk coming flying from the top of his staircase with amazing agility for a man of his size. Just then a tall boy with unruly black hair, glinting green eyes, and a permanent looking scowl appeared at the top of the stairs followed closely by an even taller more serious looking boy with fiery hair and lustrous eyes that seemed to have the power to kill.
"Uncle Vernon, I told you that today I would be leaving to go and spend the rest of my summer out of your hair with my friends the Weasleys." The black haired boy stated calmly clearly looking as if he was enjoying himself. Seconds after he said that he slowly sauntered down the stairs. He threw back his hair to make it look as if he just had gotten off of a broomstick and gazed levelly at his uncle as he walked past.
Vernon felt his stomach constrict violently as he let his eyes flick up to his nephews forehead where there was to stay a lightning shaped scar, forever reminding everyone that he was the boy who lived, Harry Potter.
Suddenly a warm breeze danced over the trio. Although all windows and doors were closed tightly, it somehow found a way through. Harry called to the red-headed lad saying it was time to go. Immediately there was a fire crackling merrily in the living room fire-place. Vernon's face contorted in fury. "YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE DOING MAGIC OUTSIDE OF... THAT SCHOOL!!" he roared sounding like an angry male ostrich.
Harry, who had stopped, turned around to face his uncle saying, "Oh, but Uncle Vernon, that's only until the fifth year!" and with that he threw something into the fire, walked into it and started spinning away with his trunk in hand while saying "The Burrow!"
While Harry was spinning away a breeze washed over Vernon, causing him to shiver and walk quickly away. If he had happened to look over his shoulder he would have seen two transparent eyes materialize and stare wistfully into dissipating fire and have heard a voice whisper, 'I will finally be able to meet you, Ron Weasley," before the eyes dissipated themselves.
A/N – Hello all my lovely readers! I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! I don't know exactly where I'm going with this but I do have a faint idea! PLEASE REVIEW!!! *FLAMES ACCEPTED AND REQUESTED!*