A/N: This is, I believe, the very first Fanfic I ever wrote. I think I
wrote it 3 and a half years ago. Maybe 4. The absolute pathetic-ness of
it makes it amusing to me. Read if you like, this is mostly for me though.
To amuse me. (
Harry Potter woke up one December morning to find a very sleepy Hogwarts. He turned his head to look at the clock. 6:30. He'd better get up. Stretching and yawning, he went to shake Ron up. But something outside his window caught his eye. Any grammatical errors are kept for the sake of the story. The story is written exactly as it was first written.
"RON!" he yelled, not caring who he woke up.
"RON, IT'S SNOWING!"
Ron rubbed his eyes, looking at Harry who was staring out the window.
"The first snow of the season, and it's a good one too. Maybe." Harry trailed off, suddenly realizing how much snow there was.
"7 FEET!" he yelled.
"Shut up, Harry. It's snow, hun." ((A/N: As if Ron would EVER say 'hun'))
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast in the Great Hall.
"Say." Harry said slowly, "How about we skip Divination today," Harry said quietly, taking a bite of his eggs, "And go have a snowball fight?" he whispered. ((A/N: Oh, Lord. I think that was the worst sentence EVER))
"Yeah!" said Ron excitedly.
"SHH!" shushed Harry.
"Harry, Ron, I don't think that's a very good idea."
"So?" said Ron carelessly.
"Harry." pleaded Hermione.
"Oh, all right." Said Harry, "But Ron and I are rescheduling right after school."
Hermione smiled again.
"Thank you Harry!" Harry woke up from a doze in History of Magic. Ron poked him.
"Get out your quill, Harry. We're taking notes." Ron whispered cautiously.
((AN: So much wrong with that sentence.))
Harry quickly and quietly retrieved a quill and a piece of paper.
"Thanks." he whispered to Ron.
"SHH!" Hermione said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ((A/N: This was written on notebook paper and I actually drew the stars and stuff.))
"Hmm. I see.. a bunch of tea leaves." said Ron regarding Harry's cup.
"Oh, my dear, you do not have it." said Professor Trelawney.
Ron held back a snort, knowing what was coming.
"Hear, dear," said Professor Trelawney to Harry, "Let me see that cup."
Professor Trelawney's face turned white. Harry rolled his eyes.
"OH! A GRIM! Two in a week." her face looked stressed, but Ron was snorting.
"Oh, you do not care for your poor friend's health?" Harry covered his mouth. "Homework tonight," she continued angrily, "is a complete prediction of the dangers you are facing for the next month."
Harry groaned, and climbed down the stairs to the wonderful world outside that tower.
Harry Potter woke up one December morning to find a very sleepy Hogwarts. He turned his head to look at the clock. 6:30. He'd better get up. Stretching and yawning, he went to shake Ron up. But something outside his window caught his eye. Any grammatical errors are kept for the sake of the story. The story is written exactly as it was first written.
"RON!" he yelled, not caring who he woke up.
"RON, IT'S SNOWING!"
Ron rubbed his eyes, looking at Harry who was staring out the window.
"The first snow of the season, and it's a good one too. Maybe." Harry trailed off, suddenly realizing how much snow there was.
"7 FEET!" he yelled.
"Shut up, Harry. It's snow, hun." ((A/N: As if Ron would EVER say 'hun'))
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were eating breakfast in the Great Hall.
"Say." Harry said slowly, "How about we skip Divination today," Harry said quietly, taking a bite of his eggs, "And go have a snowball fight?" he whispered. ((A/N: Oh, Lord. I think that was the worst sentence EVER))
"Yeah!" said Ron excitedly.
"SHH!" shushed Harry.
"Harry, Ron, I don't think that's a very good idea."
"So?" said Ron carelessly.
"Harry." pleaded Hermione.
"Oh, all right." Said Harry, "But Ron and I are rescheduling right after school."
Hermione smiled again.
"Thank you Harry!" Harry woke up from a doze in History of Magic. Ron poked him.
"Get out your quill, Harry. We're taking notes." Ron whispered cautiously.
((AN: So much wrong with that sentence.))
Harry quickly and quietly retrieved a quill and a piece of paper.
"Thanks." he whispered to Ron.
"SHH!" Hermione said.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ((A/N: This was written on notebook paper and I actually drew the stars and stuff.))
"Hmm. I see.. a bunch of tea leaves." said Ron regarding Harry's cup.
"Oh, my dear, you do not have it." said Professor Trelawney.
Ron held back a snort, knowing what was coming.
"Hear, dear," said Professor Trelawney to Harry, "Let me see that cup."
Professor Trelawney's face turned white. Harry rolled his eyes.
"OH! A GRIM! Two in a week." her face looked stressed, but Ron was snorting.
"Oh, you do not care for your poor friend's health?" Harry covered his mouth. "Homework tonight," she continued angrily, "is a complete prediction of the dangers you are facing for the next month."
Harry groaned, and climbed down the stairs to the wonderful world outside that tower.