This is my first fanfiction so please review at the end to tell me how I'm doing as a writer.
do not own Harry Potter because if I did I would never have ended it.
Harry woke up in the smallest bedroom number four Privet Drive. It was a sunny day out and he hoped today of all the days left in the summer following his third year Ron would pick him up for the Quidditch world cup. He looked out his window and saw a cat sneaking up the road in pursuit of a small mouse. He smiled to himself. The cat reminded him of Professor McGonagall his Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. How he missed Hogwarts, the wonderful meals, ah yes. All summer he had one stale loaf of bread and a small hunk of cheese to last him all day. And the students. Hedwig, his owl was in her cage, and about the only thing in the house that didn't flinch at the sight of him, other than the mouse that lived in a small hole in his wall. Just then a feathery thing the size of a tennis ball collided with his head and dropped a letter on his lap,
Hi Harry!
DAD GOT THE TICKETS! We are coming to get you from the muggles
no matter what. If they said yes, great if they didn't, we're coming anyway.
send your answer back with pig. I'll tell dad and find out when we're getting you
Can't wait till the cup,
-Ron
Harry couldn't wait. He scribbled his "Yes" on a spare bit of parchment and grabbed the spastic little owl out of the air where it hooted happily in his hand. It took him about fifteen minutes to calm the owl down and another fifteen to attach the letter to its leg. He threw the little owl into the sky where it took off, played around with a crow, and flew off into the sky. Hedwig was staring at the window with obvious disgust on her owlish features.
"don't worry Hedwig," Harry said softly to her.
"We'll be out of here in a few days time. "
When he got out of his bedroom he saw his bratty cousin Dudley pouting over wanting more bacon. When aunt Petunia saw him, she rounded on him and yelled.
"Harry! Diddy has been hungry for a long time now! Didn't I tell you that cooking is a number one priority to you?"
"yes aunt Petunia" he muttered.
After he slid a healthy amount of bacon on to Dudley's plate, he ran upstairs and flopped on his bed. It was mid-afternoon but he didn't care. The Dursleys had forgotten, it was his birthday tomorrow, but no one reminded him because no one cared.
As he sat looking out the window. He lifted himself off the bed. Might as well go outside before it gets dark. He thought to himself. He went down the stairs, dodged a blow from Uncle Vernon with a spoon filthy with ice cream and headed outside. He sat down on a bench and watched as car after car after car zoomed by on the road. And… Crookshanks? What was he doing there? Just then he heard his name being called.
"Harry?! Harry, come clean this up right now!"
So Harry tore his gaze from the cat and started walking back to the house.
Review! I really want to know how I'm doing as a writer.
if the chapter is too short I'm sorry but this is my first time writing. Just to clear things up, Crookshanks won't have a very important role to play in this fanfiction. He will just be "Hermione's cat"
Happy Reading!