Author's Note: Hello, fellow fanfic fanatics! I hope you enjoy my first fic! I hope you enjoy, and my chapters may be short, but I will normally post everyday, or every other day. Any constructive criticism is welcome, but no flaming please.
Harry looked out at the beautiful sunset outside his window, and sighed. While most children relish summer, since it gives them a chance to escape that prison they call school, there was no place Harry would rather be than at his school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. But here he was, locked in his miniscule room at number 4, Privet Drive. Hedwig hooted in her cage, eager for her evening flight.
"Not yet, Hedwig. You know how Aunt Petunia feels about you." Hedwig hooted once more, looking as if in disdain, as if to say, 'and you know that I don't give a hoot about her thoughts.' Harry nearly chuckled, but only nearly, since any sound of laughter or joy was highly disproved by his cruel foster family, the Dursleys.
The sun quickly set, and as the nightly celestial bodies rose, Harry released his snowy owl into the warm, dark stillness of a summer evening. Harry often wished that he could spread wings and fly to freedom, away from number 4, Privet Drive, and its inhabitants. He watched as Hedwig flew around, able to see her as plainly as in daylight, her white feathers seemingly glowing in the darkness. He watched her until she was no longer visible on the horizon, and set about doing his summer homework.
Ahh, homework. Another peculiarity of Harry's was that most children loathe homework, that was the highlight of his time away from Hogwarts, and helped him bear the dullness of the sunniest season. Today he started on Transfiguration, certainly not his favorite subject, but better than moping around, wishing to be at Hogwarts. Not that wishing would do anything to help transport him there. Only floo powder or Apparition would be able to bring him to his school. Floo powder wouldn't work, however, since the Dursleys disapproved of magic, and didn't even have a real fireplace. As for Apparition, he wasn't even old enough to begin starting to practice that particular wizarding art.