The GOOD summer day
By Gemma_@SoftHome.net
Notes: After reading quite a few fics, this idea came to mind. I haven't seen it done yet, and if it has, I haven't read it, so I can't be copying :) I know, sounds like a dumb title, but I thing this one is a bit different. :) Takes place after book four. I don't own anything.
Part one - Am I dreaming?
Birds chirped merrily outside Harry Potter's window on number four Privet Drive. He paid them no mind, not feeling nearly as cheerful. It was another horrible day, a horrible summer day, and he was far away from Hogwarts. He turned over in his bed, and pulled the blanket over his head. He was far away from his friends, Quidditch, and anything else good in his life.
The birds reminded him of something . . . what was it?
"Its late!" He yelled out, springing upright, and tearing out of bed without bothering to put his glasses on. It meant it was late getting up, and if he didn't get up early his Uncle would skin him alive if he didn't get the long list of chores . . . Harry tripped over his own feet on the way to the closet. He growled, and picked himself up. It was the not the first time this week he had fallen flat on his face. He seamed to be doing it a lot lately, he felt as if furniture, plants, an any other non-moving objects had suddenly started doing so. He knew it was more than his growing up that accounted for it, wearing Dudley's old three size too large hand-me-down shoes didn't help.
He stopped at the closet door, and looked at a huge black blurry thing . . . Were had it come from, what was it? Remembering he forgot his glasses, he picked them up from the nightstand and put them on.
Harry gasped in shock.
It was a huge seven-foot tall cage, complete with its own food and water bin. Hedwig was perched inside with a head under his wing. As he walked over Hedwig woke up and gave him a very cheerful hoot.
"Were did it come from?" puzzled, he opened the cage door, and Hedwig hopped out onto the top of the door. "Well I bet you're happy, but this doesn't make sense . . ." His voice trailed off as he noticed the rest of the room.
It was no longer the drab white, but deep blue like the near night sky after sunset. The ceiling was covered in pail stars. It reminded him of the ceiling in the grand hall at Hogwarts. A poster was on the wall with the English Quidditch team. There was a bookcase filled with very non-muggle books. And a neat desk piled with schoolbooks, a quill, and what looked like to be near complete homework . . .
"I am dreaming!" It just couldn't be right. Were had all this stuff come from? Had he done a spell in his sleep to make this appear? No he thought, it just couldn't be right. If by chance he had there would be a owl from school at his window to greet him with a letter.
But what was it then that had transformed his room?
"Maybe the Dursleys wouldn't notice?" He said out loud . . . But he knew the odds of that were pretty slim. His Aunt riffled thought his stuff every chance she got. "They're going to think I stole it all . . ."
He threw up his arms with a sigh, and decided to get dressed. Despite the change in his room, he knew he had better get down stairs. He opened his closet and gasped at the large selection of robes neatly hanging there.
"Robes, IN the closet?" His Aunt Petunia insisted all his school stuff must kept in his trunk.
Shaking his head, he looked to the back and found several shirts and pairs of pants, also neatly hanging. He grabbed the first ones closet to him, and put them on.
"They fit!" They were not more of Dursleys cast off, but new clothing that fit him exactly. He finished off with his shoes, which also fit him. "This is starting to scare me!"
He went down stairs, and paused at the kitchen door, not sure what to do. Just as he reached out to the door it flew open. His Aunt Petunia was on the other side.
"Harry!"
"Uh . . . I . . . Sorry, didn't mean . . ."
She shook her head. "Your breakfast is getting cold, hurry up." She said, and walked past him.
How dose grapefruit get cold? Maybe a bit warm, but cold? He thought. Dudley was still on his diet, which meant everyone else was too. Harry's breakfast all summer had consisted of a single grapefruit wedge. He did know however, it may not be much but it was better than nothing. If he didn't get in there soon Dudley would finish his breakfast as well.
Harry rushed inside, and came to a halt on the other side of the door and gasped.
"Uncle Vernon, Dudley? He said without thinking. They both looked up from the table. They were both several hundred pounds lighter. . .
"Good morning Harry." They both wished him.
Dudley said pointing to a basket on the table, "I saved the rest of the biscuits for you Harry,"
His Uncle set aside the paper and smiled at Harry. "Sleep well? I hope your not staying up too long studding your magick homework. You work much too hard for your own good. At this rate you'll graduate highest in your class. I am so proud of you . . ."
Harry fainted.
This is part one of five. Part two - 'Back to reality - for a little while,' coming very soon. This is my first Potter fic, please PLEASE let me know what you think! Sorry for the shortness. I could have added more, but I felt it would have taken away, not really add more. The other four parts will be longer.