Chapter 1:
Harry's Birthday
The night was very quiet- quiet except for the tapping at a window. The sight was a very peculiar. A white, snowy owl was standing on the windowsill of one the upstairs windows at the house of number four Privet Drive. Inside was a boy lying in his bed. The boy was skinny, with a lighting bolt- shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. He was writing with a feather pen on some pieces of parchment. There was a pile of books in a stack on the side of his bed. Some labeled with "Potions", "Transfiguration", or "Simple Spells and Charms". The tapping on the window made the boy turn his head and stare at the window. He then set down his papers and slowly approached the window. He opened it quietly as if trying to not wake the other household members. The owl flew in and landed with a slight thump on the boy's bed. On the bed was a bundle of letters, boxes, and parcels. Everyone of them was addressed to a boy named "Harry Potter".
~*~*~
Harry slowly closed the window and locked it up. He looked around outside and made sure no one was watching. He then walked to the bed, only to, unfortunately, step on the loose board. It made a loud creaking sound. He stopped and listened for any other sound in the house. There was a grunt and then a snort. Harry knew that he had, most luckily, not waken up his horrible Uncle Vernon, who lie asleep in the next room.
Harry sat on his bed and gazed at the packages. There were from all of his friends and, of course, Dumbledore. Dumbledore had been writing every week that summer, checking up on Harry and seeing that all was well. Now that Voldemort was living up to power again, everyone had been very concerned on Harry's behalf, and made sure that he was watched over all of the time. He opened up the letter from Dumbledore first.
Harry, I hope all is well. I am just writing to check up on you and wish you a very happy birthday. Although I am not quite sure about all of this, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley have asked me to grant them permission to let you stay the remainder of the summer with them. Seeing as the Dursley's are not aware of Voldemort rising again, I see that you may be safer there than where you are. I have it arranged for them to pick you up at 8:00 sharp on your birthday. If anything bad should happen, Sirius has asked me to move you to Hogwarts, where we are sure you will be safe. (Sirius is very concerned about you, you know)
Write back to me as soon as you arrive at the Weasley's,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry folded the letter and placed it in his school trunk. He then picked up another package. This was fairly big with a letter attached to it with a piece of string. Harry untied the string and ripped open the letter. This one was from one his best friends, Hermoine.
Harry, I would just like to tell you Happy Birthday. Ron just told me that you will be at his house today. I thought I would catch you before you went anyways. Ron said you would be in Diagon Alley on the last Wednesday before we go to school. I will be there as well. Can't wait to see you.
Love, Your Friend Hermoine
P.S. I am trying to persuade my parents to let me come over as well. Hope to see you there- today if possible!
Harry opened the package that came with the note. He ripped at the paper until it fell onto the floor. Hermoine had sent him a very nice carrying bag to protect his precious broomstick, the Firebolt.
"Thanks Hermoine!" said Harry to himself.
He then reached for the next package. It looked like it was from Ron. Inside was a box of Chocolate Frogs and some Bertie Bott's Flavor Beans. There was a letter at the bottom of the box, so Harry took it and began to read it.
Harry, Happy Birthday, Harry! I guess you might have already heard, but if you didn't, my dad asked Dumbledore to let you stay with us for the rest of the summer. Isn't it great? I also heard from Hermoine. She is worried, as usual. She must think that if you are not constantly watched over that your head may fall off. That's Hermoine for you. You must not be worried though. Oh well. See you in a few hours.
Ron
Harry laughed and set the food on his bed. He reached for the next letter. It was from Harry's godfather, Sirius.
Harry, I know you really love adventure, but while you are at the Weasley's, you must be careful and keep alert constantly. If anything happens, Dumbledore has agreed to take you in, and I will be over as soon as I can. If I can, I might come to Hogwarts a couple times during the school year to walk around with you. Happy Birthday! Write Back soon.
Sirius
He shook his head and put the letter on his bed. The only other thing Harry had received besides the nice new watch from Sirius (which was good, because Harry had ruined his watch last year in the lake while he was participating in the Triwizard Tournament), was a hard and burnt-looking fruitcake from Harry's very close Hogwarts friend, Hagrid. Harry decided he wasn't going to eat that.
He looked at his clock. The time read 6:49. Harry decided he had better gather his things and pack up. He got up and placed all of his schoolbooks in a pile next to his trunk. After arranging everything so that it would fit perfectly, he placed his Firebolt into its new case and put the rest of his letters and presents in the trunk. He closed the lid and got dressed. After Hedwig had her drink of water, Harry closed her up in her cage and locked it up for the trip. Hedwig sourly protested, but Harry assured her that she would not be in there long.
Harry stood back and gazed upon his room with no doubt in his mind that he was surly glad to leave it behind. He grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and left the room to go down to the living room.
Harry's Birthday
The night was very quiet- quiet except for the tapping at a window. The sight was a very peculiar. A white, snowy owl was standing on the windowsill of one the upstairs windows at the house of number four Privet Drive. Inside was a boy lying in his bed. The boy was skinny, with a lighting bolt- shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. He was writing with a feather pen on some pieces of parchment. There was a pile of books in a stack on the side of his bed. Some labeled with "Potions", "Transfiguration", or "Simple Spells and Charms". The tapping on the window made the boy turn his head and stare at the window. He then set down his papers and slowly approached the window. He opened it quietly as if trying to not wake the other household members. The owl flew in and landed with a slight thump on the boy's bed. On the bed was a bundle of letters, boxes, and parcels. Everyone of them was addressed to a boy named "Harry Potter".
~*~*~
Harry slowly closed the window and locked it up. He looked around outside and made sure no one was watching. He then walked to the bed, only to, unfortunately, step on the loose board. It made a loud creaking sound. He stopped and listened for any other sound in the house. There was a grunt and then a snort. Harry knew that he had, most luckily, not waken up his horrible Uncle Vernon, who lie asleep in the next room.
Harry sat on his bed and gazed at the packages. There were from all of his friends and, of course, Dumbledore. Dumbledore had been writing every week that summer, checking up on Harry and seeing that all was well. Now that Voldemort was living up to power again, everyone had been very concerned on Harry's behalf, and made sure that he was watched over all of the time. He opened up the letter from Dumbledore first.
Harry, I hope all is well. I am just writing to check up on you and wish you a very happy birthday. Although I am not quite sure about all of this, Mr. And Mrs. Weasley have asked me to grant them permission to let you stay the remainder of the summer with them. Seeing as the Dursley's are not aware of Voldemort rising again, I see that you may be safer there than where you are. I have it arranged for them to pick you up at 8:00 sharp on your birthday. If anything bad should happen, Sirius has asked me to move you to Hogwarts, where we are sure you will be safe. (Sirius is very concerned about you, you know)
Write back to me as soon as you arrive at the Weasley's,
Albus Dumbledore
Harry folded the letter and placed it in his school trunk. He then picked up another package. This was fairly big with a letter attached to it with a piece of string. Harry untied the string and ripped open the letter. This one was from one his best friends, Hermoine.
Harry, I would just like to tell you Happy Birthday. Ron just told me that you will be at his house today. I thought I would catch you before you went anyways. Ron said you would be in Diagon Alley on the last Wednesday before we go to school. I will be there as well. Can't wait to see you.
Love, Your Friend Hermoine
P.S. I am trying to persuade my parents to let me come over as well. Hope to see you there- today if possible!
Harry opened the package that came with the note. He ripped at the paper until it fell onto the floor. Hermoine had sent him a very nice carrying bag to protect his precious broomstick, the Firebolt.
"Thanks Hermoine!" said Harry to himself.
He then reached for the next package. It looked like it was from Ron. Inside was a box of Chocolate Frogs and some Bertie Bott's Flavor Beans. There was a letter at the bottom of the box, so Harry took it and began to read it.
Harry, Happy Birthday, Harry! I guess you might have already heard, but if you didn't, my dad asked Dumbledore to let you stay with us for the rest of the summer. Isn't it great? I also heard from Hermoine. She is worried, as usual. She must think that if you are not constantly watched over that your head may fall off. That's Hermoine for you. You must not be worried though. Oh well. See you in a few hours.
Ron
Harry laughed and set the food on his bed. He reached for the next letter. It was from Harry's godfather, Sirius.
Harry, I know you really love adventure, but while you are at the Weasley's, you must be careful and keep alert constantly. If anything happens, Dumbledore has agreed to take you in, and I will be over as soon as I can. If I can, I might come to Hogwarts a couple times during the school year to walk around with you. Happy Birthday! Write Back soon.
Sirius
He shook his head and put the letter on his bed. The only other thing Harry had received besides the nice new watch from Sirius (which was good, because Harry had ruined his watch last year in the lake while he was participating in the Triwizard Tournament), was a hard and burnt-looking fruitcake from Harry's very close Hogwarts friend, Hagrid. Harry decided he wasn't going to eat that.
He looked at his clock. The time read 6:49. Harry decided he had better gather his things and pack up. He got up and placed all of his schoolbooks in a pile next to his trunk. After arranging everything so that it would fit perfectly, he placed his Firebolt into its new case and put the rest of his letters and presents in the trunk. He closed the lid and got dressed. After Hedwig had her drink of water, Harry closed her up in her cage and locked it up for the trip. Hedwig sourly protested, but Harry assured her that she would not be in there long.
Harry stood back and gazed upon his room with no doubt in his mind that he was surly glad to leave it behind. He grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and left the room to go down to the living room.