Hey Courtney here, this is my first fanfic and I hope you enjoy. R&R please.

One day in London, Harry was reading his summer homework when he decided that since the Dursley's were out he would treat himself to what all muggles referred to as the television. Harry went up to the T.V. and tried to decipher the ancient code that appeared on the pane, he looked closely and read "power". Harry pressed the button and the T.V. flashed on.

"Do you want to visit one of the best countries in the world? Then write an essay about why you deserve a trip to (drum roll) Canada."

Harry thought to himself that sounds stupid but then he thought about having to stay with Dursley's all summer so he decided he'll do it.

"Also," the T.V. said, "You can bring two of your closest friends."

Now Harry was interested. A summer vacation to a far away land with his closest friends was perfect. Also it was only the beginning of vacation and already he had Hogwarts sickness so he thought he might as well try the essay.

So Harry put down his homework and grabbed a blank piece of paper. The T.V. blared out something called an address. Harry had heard of these but couldn't put his finger on what it was. He decided it was important, so he wrote it down: 7778 Loctusswess dr SE London. The commercial stopped and a show called Oprah came on. Harry decided to get started on his essay, so he pressed the power button again and the television flicked off.

Harry grabbed a quill, ink and some paper and started…

Dear…

Bugger, Harry thought. He didn't catch the name. I'll just say dear so and so, that might work.

Dear So and So,

I heard about your contest on T.V. and thought I should enter it, for I have never been to Canada.

My name is Harry and I am 16 years old. I wish to go to Canada, for it will be an adventure to see all the different places and hear their funny accents. I also wish to get out this summer with my friends and not stay cooped up in my house all summer. It will be a good experience for someone my age and I will enjoy every second of it.

My best wishes Harry…

Harry didn't think he should use his real name for that would be too dangerous considering Voldemort is back again. So he decided to use Weasley as his name. He knew his best friend, Ron, would not mind.

My best wishes Harry Weasley.

There now all he had to do was send it in the post and owl Ron and Hermione about it. He was sure they would love to go.

Harry snuck downstairs and stole an envelope from his uncle's work desk. Then he went upstairs to find out where to send it. That must be what an address is….okay now how do I do it, Harry thought to himself. He ran back downstairs and grabbed a letter off the table. In the corner was a weird address and in the middle was the Dursley's address. So the place it's going to goes in the middle and the person it's from is on the corner. Harry stuffed the letter in the envelope and wrote the addresses on it. He grabbed his coat to go walk to the mailbox. He walked downstairs and went out the door. Harry walked down the street and put the letter in the mailbox. He looked down the street and saw the Dursley's car coming. He bolted back to their house and ran up to his room.

"Harry we're back," Mrs.Durley said in a surprisingly cheerful voice.

Weird, Harry thought to himself.

"Guess what, we're leaving to go to Florida tomorrow, my Vernikins just got a job there. So we are going to leave you alone to watch the house."

She's so gob struck that she didn't notice who she just left in charge of the house, hmm I wonder where Florida is….probably somewhere warm and pleasant. If it makes her this…. how you say dumbstruck. Harry thought to himself as his aunt rambled on.

"So you have to watch the house and don't forget to water my plants," she said.

"We're going to go pack, see you in a month boy," this time aunt petunia's high shrill voice was replaced by Uncle Vernon's thunderous, yet also surprisingly cheerful, voice.

Dudley nudged passed him, his wide body almost knocking Harry's slim figure over. "Watch it Potter, my parents may be gob struck but something's not right with you and I'm going to find out what." He waddled up to his room where he slammed the door with such force Harry cringed.

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