Seeing as this is my first fic, I don't really know how to go about doing
all this stuff. But I don't own much besides the plot. Characters are
J.K. Rowling's.
- JemG
Without a Home
"Erm, yes. Hello. I was wondering if I could speak to Harry. Please," the voice on the other end of the phone timidly asked Vernon Dursley. "Harry?" the large man's bushy, white mustache twitched. He tried to control the anger he felt bubbling inside as he set the telephone down on the table. "Harry!! Come here!" Vernon shouted up the stairs.
Seconds later, the lanky, dark haired, fifteen year old came down, prepared for some sort of punishment. He racked his brain, though he couldn't remember anything he had done recently to deserve his Uncle's wrath. The man pointed to the phone.
"Someone's rung you, boy. I thought I told you last time, not to give this number to any of those.people. Now I'm warning you," Uncle Vernon's red face was inches from Harry's, "You had better be of that phone in five minutes, or I'll take that owl of yours and."
Harry cut him off hastily saying that he'd make it quick. Then he went past his uncle and picked up the phone, very curious as to who would call him at the Dursley's.
"Hello?" Harry said, eying Uncle Vernon who was staring intently at his watch.
"Harry! How are you? Are you ok? I do hope I haven't gotten you into any trouble," Hermione Granger rambled on.
"Hermione! No, no trouble. What on earth are you doing calling me here though?" Harry questioned.
"I would have sent an owl, but well, you see, it somewhat slipped my mind, and now, my parents already think you're coming and so you see, there wasn't any time," she explained.
"Coming? Coming where?" Harry asked confused.
"To my house. Harry. You don't have any other plans do you? With the Weasly's all gone to visit their relatives? I asked Dumbledore! He said that it was fine now. There hasn't been any activity from You-Know- Who. He reckons it's pretty safe right now. Please say you can come. Mum and Dad have already got the car started," Hermione begged.
"Hermione! But.but, I, how will I?" Harry stuttered nervously.
"Please Harry. You've got to try at least. I'll be in ever so much trouble if you can't go. Just tell the Dursley's that my parents are Muggles at least and won't do any magic." "I don't know how," Harry said brushing away the hair hanging in his face and lowering his voice into a whisper, "but somehow, I'll make the Dursley's let me."
"Wonderful Harry! Now, I've got to go. Mums thinks I just came up here to get my wand. Which I did, but.you know. To ring you as well. But really, bye Harry. I'll see you in an hour or so!" Hermione hung up the phone loudly and left a silence in Harry's ear.
Harry replaced the receiver and looked at Uncle Vernon, still standing in the doorway. He gulped.
Harry Potter was a strange boy. He had faced Voldemort, one of the most powerful of all wizards five times before, and still, he was petrified of Uncle Vernon.
Harry stared at his uncle who appeared to be actually considering his request. He stood silently waiting for his response. He was thankful that Professor Dumbledore had finally consented to let him leave the Dursley's if invited somewhere. Voldemort had been suspiciously inactive during the first weeks of the summer, but the headmaster of Hogwarts chose to take that as a good sign.
Finally Uncle Vernon straightened up and said, "Fine." He was tired of looking after his unappreciative nephew. Why not just let the little bugger go. Then they could live in peace.
Harry couldn't believe what he had just heard. Uncle Vernon had said yes. After no begging or groveling. Something was wrong.
"But don't come back," Uncle Vernon told him, "I mean it, boy. You're an ungrateful wretch. So you can go to your little friend's house, and off to that twisted school of yours, but don't think of coming back here next vacation."
Harry stood paralyzed. He was being disowned. He would have nowhere to live after his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was ecstatic and slightly worried at the same time. However, realizing that it meant at least that he could stay with Hermione for the rest of the summer, Harry said, "Fine! I don't care."
He ran up the stairs, his uncle watching him go with a satisfied smile.
Upstairs, Harry threw himself onto his bed. He hardly dared to believe that he was finally free of the Dursley's. Of course he had nowhere to live next summer, but he wasn't so worried about that. He was sure he could find somewhere.
He sat up and glanced around his room. A few books lay open on his trunk, along with some spare parchment and quills. Hedwig, his snowy white owl, sat perched in her cage.
Harry quickly retrieved a sheet of the parchment and a quill and sat back down on his bed. He hastily wrote out a note to Ron Weasley, his other best friend besides Hermione, saying that he was leaving the Dursley's and that he could reach him at the Granger's.
Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and, stroking her neck, told the owl to fly to Ron.
"And I'll be at Hermione's after that. So go there when you've delivered that," Harry told her.
The owl gave Harry's finger a friendly nip and flew out the window.
Minutes later, Harry sat on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by his belongings, very few of which had actually made it into his trunk. This was the last time he would leave 4 Privet Dr. He would take everything with him. He glanced at a few old pieces of parchment that bore several of his essays from school. Harry chuckled softly, reading over a few sentences. How had he ever passed his classes? His writing was awful!
Harry quickly gathered the papers and set them all in the corner of his trunk. He then proceeded to pack his trunk so neatly, that even Hermione would be impressed. Finally locking his trunk shut, Harry stood up and glanced around the room. Strangely, Harry thought that perhaps he might miss it. While living with the Dursley's was nowhere near enjoyable, he had come to like his private room. A sanctuary in the middle of hell.
Harry lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't know what he was feeling now. Satisfaction? Dumbledore couldn't possibly tell Harry to stay at the Dursley's next summer after they'd kicked him out. He was thankful for that.
Without a Home
"Erm, yes. Hello. I was wondering if I could speak to Harry. Please," the voice on the other end of the phone timidly asked Vernon Dursley. "Harry?" the large man's bushy, white mustache twitched. He tried to control the anger he felt bubbling inside as he set the telephone down on the table. "Harry!! Come here!" Vernon shouted up the stairs.
Seconds later, the lanky, dark haired, fifteen year old came down, prepared for some sort of punishment. He racked his brain, though he couldn't remember anything he had done recently to deserve his Uncle's wrath. The man pointed to the phone.
"Someone's rung you, boy. I thought I told you last time, not to give this number to any of those.people. Now I'm warning you," Uncle Vernon's red face was inches from Harry's, "You had better be of that phone in five minutes, or I'll take that owl of yours and."
Harry cut him off hastily saying that he'd make it quick. Then he went past his uncle and picked up the phone, very curious as to who would call him at the Dursley's.
"Hello?" Harry said, eying Uncle Vernon who was staring intently at his watch.
"Harry! How are you? Are you ok? I do hope I haven't gotten you into any trouble," Hermione Granger rambled on.
"Hermione! No, no trouble. What on earth are you doing calling me here though?" Harry questioned.
"I would have sent an owl, but well, you see, it somewhat slipped my mind, and now, my parents already think you're coming and so you see, there wasn't any time," she explained.
"Coming? Coming where?" Harry asked confused.
"To my house. Harry. You don't have any other plans do you? With the Weasly's all gone to visit their relatives? I asked Dumbledore! He said that it was fine now. There hasn't been any activity from You-Know- Who. He reckons it's pretty safe right now. Please say you can come. Mum and Dad have already got the car started," Hermione begged.
"Hermione! But.but, I, how will I?" Harry stuttered nervously.
"Please Harry. You've got to try at least. I'll be in ever so much trouble if you can't go. Just tell the Dursley's that my parents are Muggles at least and won't do any magic." "I don't know how," Harry said brushing away the hair hanging in his face and lowering his voice into a whisper, "but somehow, I'll make the Dursley's let me."
"Wonderful Harry! Now, I've got to go. Mums thinks I just came up here to get my wand. Which I did, but.you know. To ring you as well. But really, bye Harry. I'll see you in an hour or so!" Hermione hung up the phone loudly and left a silence in Harry's ear.
Harry replaced the receiver and looked at Uncle Vernon, still standing in the doorway. He gulped.
Harry Potter was a strange boy. He had faced Voldemort, one of the most powerful of all wizards five times before, and still, he was petrified of Uncle Vernon.
Harry stared at his uncle who appeared to be actually considering his request. He stood silently waiting for his response. He was thankful that Professor Dumbledore had finally consented to let him leave the Dursley's if invited somewhere. Voldemort had been suspiciously inactive during the first weeks of the summer, but the headmaster of Hogwarts chose to take that as a good sign.
Finally Uncle Vernon straightened up and said, "Fine." He was tired of looking after his unappreciative nephew. Why not just let the little bugger go. Then they could live in peace.
Harry couldn't believe what he had just heard. Uncle Vernon had said yes. After no begging or groveling. Something was wrong.
"But don't come back," Uncle Vernon told him, "I mean it, boy. You're an ungrateful wretch. So you can go to your little friend's house, and off to that twisted school of yours, but don't think of coming back here next vacation."
Harry stood paralyzed. He was being disowned. He would have nowhere to live after his fifth year at Hogwarts. He was ecstatic and slightly worried at the same time. However, realizing that it meant at least that he could stay with Hermione for the rest of the summer, Harry said, "Fine! I don't care."
He ran up the stairs, his uncle watching him go with a satisfied smile.
Upstairs, Harry threw himself onto his bed. He hardly dared to believe that he was finally free of the Dursley's. Of course he had nowhere to live next summer, but he wasn't so worried about that. He was sure he could find somewhere.
He sat up and glanced around his room. A few books lay open on his trunk, along with some spare parchment and quills. Hedwig, his snowy white owl, sat perched in her cage.
Harry quickly retrieved a sheet of the parchment and a quill and sat back down on his bed. He hastily wrote out a note to Ron Weasley, his other best friend besides Hermione, saying that he was leaving the Dursley's and that he could reach him at the Granger's.
Harry tied the letter to Hedwig's leg and, stroking her neck, told the owl to fly to Ron.
"And I'll be at Hermione's after that. So go there when you've delivered that," Harry told her.
The owl gave Harry's finger a friendly nip and flew out the window.
Minutes later, Harry sat on the floor of his bedroom, surrounded by his belongings, very few of which had actually made it into his trunk. This was the last time he would leave 4 Privet Dr. He would take everything with him. He glanced at a few old pieces of parchment that bore several of his essays from school. Harry chuckled softly, reading over a few sentences. How had he ever passed his classes? His writing was awful!
Harry quickly gathered the papers and set them all in the corner of his trunk. He then proceeded to pack his trunk so neatly, that even Hermione would be impressed. Finally locking his trunk shut, Harry stood up and glanced around the room. Strangely, Harry thought that perhaps he might miss it. While living with the Dursley's was nowhere near enjoyable, he had come to like his private room. A sanctuary in the middle of hell.
Harry lay down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. He didn't know what he was feeling now. Satisfaction? Dumbledore couldn't possibly tell Harry to stay at the Dursley's next summer after they'd kicked him out. He was thankful for that.