Summer of Love
Chapter 1:
Happy Birthday
If you happened to be passing the house of Number 4 you wouldn't be able to tell there was anything different form the other houses of Privet Drive. You wouldn't know that Vernon Dursley was sleeping peacefully, dreaming about his next big drill contract. Nor would you no that the grunt that penetrated the night was from Dudley whose massive form caused the bed to sag dangerously close to the floor. You wouldn't know that the only person who was awake was a boy who anxiously stared at the clock. If you looked at that boy you wouldn't know that he was special.
You wouldn't know that his well defined muscles were from riding around on a broom stick. You wouldn't know that his messy black hair had become even messier over the course of the summer, nor would you know why his bright green eyes looked full of worry and sorrow. He looked no older than sixteen so you wouldn't understand how such a boy could manage to look as if he had the weight of the world rested on his shoulders. The reason for that would be that in fact the fate of an entire race maybe the whole world lied in is hands. So you would continue down the street never knowing that he would be the deciding factor on whether you would live or you would die.
Harry Potter lay awake in his bed staring at the clock watching the minutes pass by, but it seemed as though the more he watched the slower the minutes went. As they went by the excitement grew.
'11:59' Harry thought to himself, and waited for that moment. 'One more minuet only one more minute'. The clock flashed 12:00, and he smiled for the first time all summer.
"Happy Birthday Harry" he whispered to himself and as if on cue three or four owls knocked on his window. He got up, and opened it just enough to let the bids in. They silently flew over to his bed, and waited for him to untie the packages striped to their legs.
"Hedwig" Harry whispered to the owl whose white feathers looked a little ruffled "where did you go girl I was worried about you." He had let Hedwig out of her cage to stretcher her wings and she had been gone for about a week. She hooted softly and gave a rather annoyed look toward the rather small owl who was fidgeting uncontrollably on the bed.
"Pig" Harry whispered, and to his horror the little owl hooted back in response rather loudly. His eyes widened in horror as he heard a grunt come in the direction of Uncle Vernon's room, and Harry put a finger to his lips ushering Pig to be quite. He quietly untied the package from his leg, and Pig flew to Hedwig's cage. Harry looked down at the letter and recognized the sloppy hand righting immediately. 'Ron' he thought to himself as he tore apart the letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday mate! Hope the muggles are treatin you right. Mums worried sick about you been rightin Dumbledore almost every week to ask for permission for you to come stay with us. Will owl you when you can come with us. Don't let those muggles get you down!
Your pal,
Ron
P.S. Hope you like your present, were a bit down on money and all so I hope you don't mind that it's kinda been used
Harry tore apart the wrapping, and smiled to himself when he saw the present, an old wizard chess set. The pieces looked as though they had been used countless times, but he appreciated the present all the same. Next Harry turned his attention to an owl he didn't recognize, and assumed it was from Hagrid. Harry undid the packages of the owl's leg, and it flew out into the open window, and Harry began to read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Hope you're doin well, and those muggles 'o yours are treatin ya good. Been a bit lonely out here without all those kids runnin around on the grounds. I can't wait to see ya soon.
From,
Hagrid
Harry tore apart the brown paper to find a box of Honeyduke's finest chocolates. With a note that said Wasn't sure of those muggles was feedin you right, so this should last until school starts Hagrid. Harry smiled and ate one of the chocolates. It felt so good to finally eat something that wasn't burnt, undercooked, or stale. Finally Harry turned his attention back to Hedwig who stuck out her leg, as Harry removed the package, and read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! I hope you are doing well, and the Dursleys aren't being to hard on you. I really miss you, and I can't wait to see you. I can't wait for school to start back summer is such a bore this year. Also I hope you like your present!
Love,
Hermione
P.S. There is another surprise as well.
Harry quickly tore the wrapping apart to find a picture frame, he flipped over the frame and saw it was a picture of Hermione sitting in his lap. The picture him was laughing and covering Hermione's eyes, as she tickled him and laughed along with him. Harry smiled remembering that day last year. Harry hid the presents under the lose floorboard, and put the picture of Hermione and him on the desk next to his bead. Harry took his glasses off, and quickly fell asleep.
Harry woke up in the middle of the night. He opened his eyes and realized he was face to face with a pair of chocolate eyes.
"Hermione?"