Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I wish I did... but I don't.
"Boy! Get down here now and get this bird out of the kitchen!" Uncle Vernom yelled up the stairs at Harry. Harry did hear squawks from pig and the screams from Aunt Petunia, he just wanted to wait to get them upset.
"Coming!" He yelled back. He got up off his bed, he was reading Hogwarts a History, and started thumping down the stairs. Harry was a lot taller than he did when he first started going to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven. He had much more mussels from playing 6 years of Quittich as the Seeker. Plenty has stayed the same. He still had the jet black hair that stuck up at all angles, and his pickle green eyes can still be seen through his round glasses. He skipped the last five stares and rounded the corner in to the kitchen. He snickered at the scene. Pig was riding on the slow fan while Uncle Vernom tried to catch pig with his pudgy fingers. Dudley was huddled in the corner, waiting for the owl to be caught. Aunt Petunia fled the room and went into the next room watching Uncle Vernom and occasionally yelling, "Be careful!" or "Why didn't you get him! He was right there!"
"Pig! Come here!" Harry yelled over the chaos in the house. Pig obediently swooped down and landed on Harry's outstretched arm. They all stared at Harry in amazement at what Harry just did. Uncle Vernom snapped out of it first.
"Boy! If any of those birds come anywhere in this house besides your room until you go to your "special" school!"
"What school?" Harry said slyly.
"That...that...freak school!"
"I don't under stand," Harry said innocently.
"The magic school," Uncle Vernom said in almost a whisper. Making sure none of the neighbors heard what he just admitted.
"Ohhhhh! That school! Yeah. Sure." He replied while grinning. Proud of himself for making his uncle blow up by saying the "forbidden" word. He stood in the door way a second later stroking Pig on his arm. He slowly turned around a strolled up the stairs as if nothing happened.
"O.K. Down to business," he said to himself as he relived the owl of his duty. He let Pig move towards Hedwig's cage. She was at first proactive of her food but eventually let Pig nibble at her food.
Harry lifted the envelope to his glasses to read what was inside.
Hi Harry!
How are those muggles? Are they treating you ok? Well if they are nice or not (HA!) you can come over here anytime now. Dumbledore approved it, so send an owl when we can come to pick you up.
Hermione is over and is now one of Ginny's best friends. Please come over as soon as possible cause they are torturing me! Send an owl when you can come over. Please save me from these gits!
Ron
Seeing the desperateness of the letter, Harry opened his drawer and slipped a piece of parchment out. He began to scribble furiously. He wanted to go as soon as possible. He quickly finished and set down his quill.
"Here Pig, give this to Ron." He whispered. He opened his window and let Pig out into the darkening sky.
As soon as he couldn't see Pig anymore, her pulled out his trunk. He put all of his school supplies into it. He looked over at Hedwig and she was fast asleep, her head was barley visible in the bundle of feathers.
He was happy to be a wizard. He was happy; even if others weren't .He fit in. He remembered when he 11 and just found that there really were wizards and who he really is. He remembered how amazed he was when he saw all of the magical items, curses, charms, and his wand.
He thought of his parents. He wished they were here, but he knew that would never happen. He came back to reality and glanced at the clock. It was 10:00 pm.
Harry strolled over to his dresser on pulled out his pajamas that were ten sizes to large for him. All of his muggle clothes were too big for him since he got all of them for his umm...large cousin, Dudley.
He slipped between the covers of his bed and quickly fell asleep.
Harry looked around the dark room. The room had only one light placed on a group of 5 people, Dumbledore, Sirius, a stranger, and Lily and James Potter.
"You must leave immediately! She cannot stay her any longer! It's to late for Harry, but no one knows about her!" Sirius yelled at the stranger, her name was May. She started to cry.
"Why do you want me to take her?" he heard May say through her sobs.
"We trust you May. We know you can raise her right," James said, trying not to sound upset. Lily walked towards May and handed her the bundle with a baby in it.
"May this is hard, but do it for you best friend," Dumbledore said quietly, in almost a whisper. May nodded and gave them all a hug; Lily's was the longest. She swiftly left the room with the baby snug in her arms.
Harry sat up out of bed and his eyes flew open.
'What just happened?' he kept thinking to himself. He jolted to his desk and tore out a piece of parchment. He grabbed his feather quill and began to write down everything that happened. He trembled as he wrote. He didn't know what he should think of it. Was it real, or was it just a dream?
He noticed Hedwig circling over Privet Drive. He slipped open the window and signaled to her. She swooped in to his room and perched on his desk. She glared at him for disturbing her hunting time. He finished up his copy of the first letter and folded it.
"Give one to Dumbledore and give one to Ron," he said shakily. Hedwig snapped at the envelopes and flew out the window. He watched her fade into the darkness. He laid back on his bed, and glanced at the clock.
"Happy Birthday to me," he sang to himself, "Gonna miss one present this year." And he fell asleep.
"Boy! Get down here now and get this bird out of the kitchen!" Uncle Vernom yelled up the stairs at Harry. Harry did hear squawks from pig and the screams from Aunt Petunia, he just wanted to wait to get them upset.
"Coming!" He yelled back. He got up off his bed, he was reading Hogwarts a History, and started thumping down the stairs. Harry was a lot taller than he did when he first started going to Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry when he was eleven. He had much more mussels from playing 6 years of Quittich as the Seeker. Plenty has stayed the same. He still had the jet black hair that stuck up at all angles, and his pickle green eyes can still be seen through his round glasses. He skipped the last five stares and rounded the corner in to the kitchen. He snickered at the scene. Pig was riding on the slow fan while Uncle Vernom tried to catch pig with his pudgy fingers. Dudley was huddled in the corner, waiting for the owl to be caught. Aunt Petunia fled the room and went into the next room watching Uncle Vernom and occasionally yelling, "Be careful!" or "Why didn't you get him! He was right there!"
"Pig! Come here!" Harry yelled over the chaos in the house. Pig obediently swooped down and landed on Harry's outstretched arm. They all stared at Harry in amazement at what Harry just did. Uncle Vernom snapped out of it first.
"Boy! If any of those birds come anywhere in this house besides your room until you go to your "special" school!"
"What school?" Harry said slyly.
"That...that...freak school!"
"I don't under stand," Harry said innocently.
"The magic school," Uncle Vernom said in almost a whisper. Making sure none of the neighbors heard what he just admitted.
"Ohhhhh! That school! Yeah. Sure." He replied while grinning. Proud of himself for making his uncle blow up by saying the "forbidden" word. He stood in the door way a second later stroking Pig on his arm. He slowly turned around a strolled up the stairs as if nothing happened.
"O.K. Down to business," he said to himself as he relived the owl of his duty. He let Pig move towards Hedwig's cage. She was at first proactive of her food but eventually let Pig nibble at her food.
Harry lifted the envelope to his glasses to read what was inside.
Hi Harry!
How are those muggles? Are they treating you ok? Well if they are nice or not (HA!) you can come over here anytime now. Dumbledore approved it, so send an owl when we can come to pick you up.
Hermione is over and is now one of Ginny's best friends. Please come over as soon as possible cause they are torturing me! Send an owl when you can come over. Please save me from these gits!
Ron
Seeing the desperateness of the letter, Harry opened his drawer and slipped a piece of parchment out. He began to scribble furiously. He wanted to go as soon as possible. He quickly finished and set down his quill.
"Here Pig, give this to Ron." He whispered. He opened his window and let Pig out into the darkening sky.
As soon as he couldn't see Pig anymore, her pulled out his trunk. He put all of his school supplies into it. He looked over at Hedwig and she was fast asleep, her head was barley visible in the bundle of feathers.
He was happy to be a wizard. He was happy; even if others weren't .He fit in. He remembered when he 11 and just found that there really were wizards and who he really is. He remembered how amazed he was when he saw all of the magical items, curses, charms, and his wand.
He thought of his parents. He wished they were here, but he knew that would never happen. He came back to reality and glanced at the clock. It was 10:00 pm.
Harry strolled over to his dresser on pulled out his pajamas that were ten sizes to large for him. All of his muggle clothes were too big for him since he got all of them for his umm...large cousin, Dudley.
He slipped between the covers of his bed and quickly fell asleep.
Harry looked around the dark room. The room had only one light placed on a group of 5 people, Dumbledore, Sirius, a stranger, and Lily and James Potter.
"You must leave immediately! She cannot stay her any longer! It's to late for Harry, but no one knows about her!" Sirius yelled at the stranger, her name was May. She started to cry.
"Why do you want me to take her?" he heard May say through her sobs.
"We trust you May. We know you can raise her right," James said, trying not to sound upset. Lily walked towards May and handed her the bundle with a baby in it.
"May this is hard, but do it for you best friend," Dumbledore said quietly, in almost a whisper. May nodded and gave them all a hug; Lily's was the longest. She swiftly left the room with the baby snug in her arms.
Harry sat up out of bed and his eyes flew open.
'What just happened?' he kept thinking to himself. He jolted to his desk and tore out a piece of parchment. He grabbed his feather quill and began to write down everything that happened. He trembled as he wrote. He didn't know what he should think of it. Was it real, or was it just a dream?
He noticed Hedwig circling over Privet Drive. He slipped open the window and signaled to her. She swooped in to his room and perched on his desk. She glared at him for disturbing her hunting time. He finished up his copy of the first letter and folded it.
"Give one to Dumbledore and give one to Ron," he said shakily. Hedwig snapped at the envelopes and flew out the window. He watched her fade into the darkness. He laid back on his bed, and glanced at the clock.
"Happy Birthday to me," he sang to himself, "Gonna miss one present this year." And he fell asleep.