DISCLAIMER!!!: As much as i would like, i do not, nor have i ever, or in the present see my self owning harry potter. other the the merchandise i have paid for.. all other belongs to J.K Rowling and not unfortunatly me! Expect the plot..which i dont own, but did think of myself : )!
SUMMARY!: The summer after 5th year is promising to be a bad one, but will a change of heart help the summer go better and quicker then previous ones?
A/N:-This is a repost! I originally posted this story about a year or so ago. But, someone reported me for having too many errors in my story, and even after the suspension period, with my account I wasn't able to post stories until just recently when I got tired and just email the site a few times! Anyways, hope everyone enjoys! I re-wrote this a few times, both on paper and on here… please review and let me know if I should continue, or let my dream as a writer whittle and die! Thanks (in advance) for all the feedback I hope to be receiving!
The Summer of all Summers!
It was only a few days since Harry had been out of school and back in the muggle world, but already he was bored and frustrated. Ever since Harry Potter was just over a year old, he had been stuck living with his muggle relatives, the Dursley's, who just so happened to dislike magic and anyone who had anything to do with magic. Though when he was younger, Harry never knew the real reason for the hatred and anger always directed towards him, but he had learned early on how to deal with it and how to stay out of the way for the most part. But some things even Harry himself could not control, turning his primary teachers wig blue for instance, or 'jumping' up onto the school roof when the other kids were chasing him , were prime examples of this. It was finally when Harry turned 11 that things were starting to get explained.
At the present moment Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, was sitting at his desk, staring out the small window, of the smallest bedroom at number 4 Privet Drive. His 'family, for lack of a better name, were downstairs watching and laughing along to some program on the telly. This summer had been the worst of all other summers Harry could remember since he had started at Hogwarts, even worse then the summer after the Tri-wizard tournament. His nights were plagued with nightmare's of Sirius repeatedly falling through the mysterious veil at the ministry. Sometime the dreams changed, sometimes it was one of his friends or year mates falling through it though. Normally he would wake and not get another moments of sleep, and other times… he would wake up screaming. After the first night Vernon Dursley, Harry's muggle uncle, stopped yelling at Harry when this happened, when he realised harry hadn't meant to wake up his relatives. Harry was already looking like death walking around after only a few days back for the summer holidays. The Dursley's were a lot more friendly towards him this summer. He was getting three normal meals, and there was now a small telly, that Dudley broke the remote for, in his room. It appeared to the other residents of Privet Drive that the rebellious teenager, who went to St. Brut's, was finally starting to sort himself out.
A knock at his door startled Harry out of his day dreaming, and he quickly rubbed his face and stood slowly from the chair, all of his bones and muscles popping back into place as he did so. Lightly opening the door, Harry came to be face to face with his cousin Dudley, who with a strict diet and continued exercise from Boxing, had finally started to lose weight. Dudley was now more or less just bulky then fat, and could fit through doors and sit comfortably in the car.
"What is it Dudley?" Harry said tiredly.
"Mum says you're supposed to come down to the living room, her and Dad wanna have a talk with you." The way Dudley said it made Harry's stomach start to get queasy.
"Do you know what it's about?" Harry and Dudley had come to an understanding of sorts, they tolerated each other and keep out of the others way.
"Nah, they sent me up here. All I know is they we're whispering through most of the Simpson's." Dudley started to walk down the stairs with a reluctant Harry following closely behind.
As they walked into the living room, Petunia and Vernon stopped their conversation and turned towards the two boys.
"Dudley said you wanted to talk to me?" Harry managed to spit out, he had been face to face with Voldemort and numerous Death Eaters, but somehow through it all Harry still had a difficult time with his own blood relatives.
"That's right Harry. There are some issues we should have dealt with a lot sooner, and some things we should have done. And while it is later then I would have hoped, it hopefully isn't too late." It was Harry's aunt who had spoken, with a slight tremor in her voice. "I--- that is to say, we would like to apologise to you for the way we have treated you in the past, it wasn't proper and we see that now." As she was speaking, Vernon and Dudley nodded their heads in agreement.
"I'm sorry, I think I must have heard wrong? You're apologising? Who are you, and what have you don't with the Dursley's?!" Harry stood up, wand in hard as he stared at the three 'muggles'.
"DON'T YOU DARE POINT THAT THING AT MY FAMILY IN OUR OWN HOUSE!!" Vernon yelled as his faced turned the lovely prune colour it was partial to.
"Vernon!" Petunia yelled. "Calm down, this must be quiet a shock for him after the way we have treated him! He is just trying to protect himself!"
Harry stepped back in shock, the Dursley's were apologising and they weren't impostors.
"Harry, I know this is hard for you to understand, but we realised that we treated you unfairly. Instead of treating you like a part of the family, we treated you as if you were a house elf, Lily told me about those once. So starting now, you will be a part of this family in every sense. And we have a lot to make up for so… here you go."
Petunia grabbed a small wrapped box from the coffee table and handed it to Harry, whose head was still swarming of thoughts of impostors.
Harry didn't know whether to grab the package or if this was some sick joke and as soon as he reached for it, Dudley would snatch it from his grasp. Watching the Dursley warily, Harry slowly reached towards the package, and as his fingers closed around it, his aunt let the other side go.
"Go on Harry, open it." Dudley was the one encouraging him this time, and Harry was shocked to see a small grin directed to him on his cousins face.
With a quick motion, and his fingers crossed for luck, Harry ripped of the paper and was staring at an Ipod box. Not believing the Dursley would actually spend money on him, he opened the box and found a brand new, never touch by Dudley, Ipod. Sliding it from the container, Harry flipped it over to see the back engraved with a lily and a lightening bolt. Tears sprang to Harry eyes as he lightly ran his fingers over the designs.
"Now if you don't like it we can go exchange it immediately, but we thought it would be good for you to have one for when you're holed up somewhere or another." Vernon said uncomfortably.
"NO! I mean thank you so much. It's perfect! Thank you." Harry wiped away his tears with the back of his hand and looked up to see the Dursley's beaming at him.
"Good that's not all. We have more for you, a sort of make up for the birthdays and other holidays we have missed." As Vernon said this, Dudley came into the room (When had he left?), carrying a huge assortment of different size boxes, somehow all stacked neatly and he carried them to the coffee table and placed them down.
Harry made quick work of opening them all, feeling uncomfortable as they watched him open the packages. There were clothes, a laptop, shoes, a few books, C.D's , a stereo system, even a new mobile phone and in the last box he opened was a small boa constrictor.
With his mouth agape, Harry lightly picked up the snake, as his aunt explained they would have gotten him a dog or a cat, but Dudley and Vernon were both highly allergic to fur. And that she remembered he got on well with the snake at the zoo back on Dudley's 11th birthday.
"PUT me down, you are freezzzzing you ssssstupid human!" Dropping the snake as it hissed at him, Harry vividly remembered his 'skill' of talking to snakes.
"Sorry!" Harry whispered a hiss back to the snake, which made it stop moving and stare at Harry. Harry looked up to see his Aunt staring at him as she continued speaking.
"We have ordered a new bedroom set for you, which will be arriving hopefully tomorrow, and you will be moved to the guest room, which will now on be yours. We ask only a few things in return. One: You start to educate us on this wizarding world of yours, as we realise that there is a war that is starting up, that you somehow have stuck int he middle of. Two: when you are away at Hogwarts, we would appreciate it if you keep us up to date with what is happening there. Three: you treat us with respect, and we will do so back onto you. And at the present moment last but not least, four: try and forgive us and act as if we are a family."
To Harry the request seem simple so he nodded and smiled at his family, glad to finally be able to call number 4 Privet Drive, home.
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A/N: Here you guys go, hope you like it! It's not the longest chapter, but i think it got a couple good things in there, i have most of a second chapter written, and will post depending on the feed back. i dont care if its signed or annoymus. Oh and sorry for any typo's my word processer is being mental and not correcting all of my mistakes... just let me knwo and ill fix them asap!
hopefully the first of many!
Hawkster!