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If there's anything misspelled or any grammas mistake, I am sorry. I am Peruvian, and therefore, my nature tongue is SPANISH/B
Do you love me back?
Chapter 1: The call
RING RING!!!
The telephone rang, breaking the absolute silence there was in the house at that time.
It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon. The sky was clear, and sun was shinning brightly. The kids of the neighborhood were outside, playing hide and seek. The birds were singing cheerfully.
The pool the Dursleys had just installed was clear and inviting. The water moved gracefully, reflecting the sun.
Uncle Vernon got up, swearing under his breath, for someone had just interrupted him while he was reading.
"Hello?" he asked.
He fell silent.
"Uh, ok, hang on" he said.
He turned around, and walked towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Potter! You got a call!" he called.
Harry, who had been sitting in his bed, doing his homework freely for once, stopped writing. For HIM? Who on earth would be calling him. Some one muggle. Maybe Dean, or Hermione. But why would Dean call him?
He sighted. He stood up and marched down the stairs. He thanked uncle Vernon.
Harry had just turned sixteen two days ago, and had received a lot of cards from his friends and to his surprise, fans. He had grown up a few inches, and his hair was messier than ever. He ran a hand through his hair and sighted again. This had been the worst birthday ever. The usual letter from Sirius didn't arrive. Oh how he felt guilty about his death. If he had just open the package he had given him after he left Grimauld Place after Christmas. If he hadn't gone to the ministry of Magic. Sirius would not be dead.
"Hello?"
"Harry?" asked a very well known female voice.
"Hermione?" asked Harry surprised.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" she asked again, sounding worried.
"Uh, fine" he lied.
"That's great! Listen, uh, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to, uh, a dance?" she told him.
"me? A dance? With you?"
"If you don't want, that's ok" she said very fast. Harry could feel her blushing at the other end.
"No it's fine. When?"
"Saturday night"
"Yeah, I would love to go"
"Great! I will pick you up at nine. It's elegant. So you will have to dress very well for the occasion Harry!" she informed him.
"Ok."
"Bye"
"Bye"
Harry hung up. He was going back to his room, when he saw his reflection in a mirror. He stood there for a while to examine himself. He had changed so much over the past month. His eyes, were not longer shinny and happy, but dark and sad. He had bags under the eyes and got tired easily.
He surely needed to go out, have some fun. The dance would be great.
"Uncle Vernon, a friend will pick me up at nine on Saturday night, we will go out. I don't expect to be back till very late"
"You are not going to that dance. Those freaky friends of yours, will not get into my house." Said Uncle Vernon, looking up from his book and pointing a fat finger at him.
"Her parents are muggles. Non magical people. And anyway, I was just going to write to the order today, you know, they wanted me to write often..." he said.
"Oh ok then, you can go" said Uncle Vernon, sounding terrified.
Harry smirked. Oh how he loved to see his uncle scared.
It was different with aunt Petunia though. Now that he knew everything, he felt really thankful towards her. He obeyed her, and had grown to respect her. She, also was treating him better. She understood what Harry meant for her.
Even though she didn't like her sister, she loved Lily, like every sister does, and Harry was her nephew. The son of her dead sister. Her sister died trying to protect him. Harry should be respected. If she couldn't love him, she couldn't at least try to respect him.
If there's anything misspelled or any grammas mistake, I am sorry. I am Peruvian, and therefore, my nature tongue is SPANISH/B
Do you love me back?
Chapter 1: The call
RING RING!!!
The telephone rang, breaking the absolute silence there was in the house at that time.
It was a sunny Wednesday afternoon. The sky was clear, and sun was shinning brightly. The kids of the neighborhood were outside, playing hide and seek. The birds were singing cheerfully.
The pool the Dursleys had just installed was clear and inviting. The water moved gracefully, reflecting the sun.
Uncle Vernon got up, swearing under his breath, for someone had just interrupted him while he was reading.
"Hello?" he asked.
He fell silent.
"Uh, ok, hang on" he said.
He turned around, and walked towards the bottom of the stairs.
"Hey Potter! You got a call!" he called.
Harry, who had been sitting in his bed, doing his homework freely for once, stopped writing. For HIM? Who on earth would be calling him. Some one muggle. Maybe Dean, or Hermione. But why would Dean call him?
He sighted. He stood up and marched down the stairs. He thanked uncle Vernon.
Harry had just turned sixteen two days ago, and had received a lot of cards from his friends and to his surprise, fans. He had grown up a few inches, and his hair was messier than ever. He ran a hand through his hair and sighted again. This had been the worst birthday ever. The usual letter from Sirius didn't arrive. Oh how he felt guilty about his death. If he had just open the package he had given him after he left Grimauld Place after Christmas. If he hadn't gone to the ministry of Magic. Sirius would not be dead.
"Hello?"
"Harry?" asked a very well known female voice.
"Hermione?" asked Harry surprised.
"Hey Harry! How are you?" she asked again, sounding worried.
"Uh, fine" he lied.
"That's great! Listen, uh, I was wondering if you would like to come with me to, uh, a dance?" she told him.
"me? A dance? With you?"
"If you don't want, that's ok" she said very fast. Harry could feel her blushing at the other end.
"No it's fine. When?"
"Saturday night"
"Yeah, I would love to go"
"Great! I will pick you up at nine. It's elegant. So you will have to dress very well for the occasion Harry!" she informed him.
"Ok."
"Bye"
"Bye"
Harry hung up. He was going back to his room, when he saw his reflection in a mirror. He stood there for a while to examine himself. He had changed so much over the past month. His eyes, were not longer shinny and happy, but dark and sad. He had bags under the eyes and got tired easily.
He surely needed to go out, have some fun. The dance would be great.
"Uncle Vernon, a friend will pick me up at nine on Saturday night, we will go out. I don't expect to be back till very late"
"You are not going to that dance. Those freaky friends of yours, will not get into my house." Said Uncle Vernon, looking up from his book and pointing a fat finger at him.
"Her parents are muggles. Non magical people. And anyway, I was just going to write to the order today, you know, they wanted me to write often..." he said.
"Oh ok then, you can go" said Uncle Vernon, sounding terrified.
Harry smirked. Oh how he loved to see his uncle scared.
It was different with aunt Petunia though. Now that he knew everything, he felt really thankful towards her. He obeyed her, and had grown to respect her. She, also was treating him better. She understood what Harry meant for her.
Even though she didn't like her sister, she loved Lily, like every sister does, and Harry was her nephew. The son of her dead sister. Her sister died trying to protect him. Harry should be respected. If she couldn't love him, she couldn't at least try to respect him.