Harry Potter is a very special boy indeed. You see for the last five years Harry Potter has been attending a very secret school known only to Harry's kind as Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At the moment, Harry was sprawled out on his bed staring at the ceiling of his room at number 4 Privet Drive. He was awaiting the arrival of one of his best friends, his pet owl Hedwig who at the moment was taking a letter to his other best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. You see, Harry's kind, that is to say, witches and wizards, send mail by post owl. Hedwig had been nothing but a good friend (not to mention a loyal postman) to Harry for the past five years when he received her as a birthday present from his half-giant friend Hagrid just after Harry received his acceptance letter from Hogwarts.
Harry closed his eyes and rolled over in bed. He lay there for about five minutes thinking about nothing in particular when he felt a soft peck on the back of his hand. He looked up, and sure enough there was Hedwig holding out her leg with two new letters attached to it. Harry could just make out the neat scrawl of Hermione's handwriting and Ron's messy scribble. Harry hastily pulled both letters off, thanked Hedwig, and ripped Hermione's open.
Dear Harry,
Hi! How are you? Are the Dursleys treating you well? Remember if they're not you can always tell Moody. I wanted to know if you and Ron wanted to come to my house this summer. We only have one guestroom but it's big enough for two beds. Hope you can come!
love,
Hermione
Harry instantly turned the paper over and anxiously scribbled:
YES! YES! YES!! I'D LOVE TO COME!
Harry
He then opened Ron's letter feeling like nothing could upset him now.
Harry-
Hey mate! How ya doin'? Sorry I haven't written in a while! I'm sorry to say that Grandma Weasley is in town and I can't have you and Hermione over. I can't even go to Hermione's house! I hope we can see each other soon! Maybe we can all meet in Diagon Alley!
Ron
Harry suddenly felt less than perfect. Would Hermione still let him come over? He took another piece of parchment and wrote:
Hi Hermione!
How are you? I'm fine the Dursleys have been avoiding me since Moody's threat. Thanks for inviting me, but when you hear from Ron, write me (or you could call, just say you're my teacher and I'm in trouble or something.) and tell me if I'm still allowed to come over.
Harry
He tied the note to Hedwig's leg and sent her off once she'd had enough to eat. Hedwig returned the day later with Hermione's reply. Harry ripped it open expecting the worst.
Dear Harry,
Of course your still invited! Did you think I wasn't going to let you come because Ron isn't? Now please send Hedwig back to tell me if you're comming or not and we'll come get you.
Love,
Hermione
Harry folded up the paper neatly and placed it on his desk. He then bounded down the stairs to ask his aunt and uncle if he could go.
When he got downstairs he immediately went to Uncle Vernon knowing that he'd have to ask him anyway.
"Um... Uncle Vernon?" Harry said cautiously so not to upset him.
"What is it now boy?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"Well... my friend asked me to spend the rest of the summer with her is it ok if I go?" Harry held his breath in anticipation.
"They won't be comming through the chimney again, will they?" Uncle Vernon asked with his back turned to Harry.
"No of course not!" He spun around quickly with an expression on his face that looked as though he thought Christmas had come early.
"Of course! GO! Please!"
"Great! I'll go pack then!" Harry said happily and he ran back upstairs to send Hermione a reply.
Harry closed his eyes and rolled over in bed. He lay there for about five minutes thinking about nothing in particular when he felt a soft peck on the back of his hand. He looked up, and sure enough there was Hedwig holding out her leg with two new letters attached to it. Harry could just make out the neat scrawl of Hermione's handwriting and Ron's messy scribble. Harry hastily pulled both letters off, thanked Hedwig, and ripped Hermione's open.
Dear Harry,
Hi! How are you? Are the Dursleys treating you well? Remember if they're not you can always tell Moody. I wanted to know if you and Ron wanted to come to my house this summer. We only have one guestroom but it's big enough for two beds. Hope you can come!
love,
Hermione
Harry instantly turned the paper over and anxiously scribbled:
YES! YES! YES!! I'D LOVE TO COME!
Harry
He then opened Ron's letter feeling like nothing could upset him now.
Harry-
Hey mate! How ya doin'? Sorry I haven't written in a while! I'm sorry to say that Grandma Weasley is in town and I can't have you and Hermione over. I can't even go to Hermione's house! I hope we can see each other soon! Maybe we can all meet in Diagon Alley!
Ron
Harry suddenly felt less than perfect. Would Hermione still let him come over? He took another piece of parchment and wrote:
Hi Hermione!
How are you? I'm fine the Dursleys have been avoiding me since Moody's threat. Thanks for inviting me, but when you hear from Ron, write me (or you could call, just say you're my teacher and I'm in trouble or something.) and tell me if I'm still allowed to come over.
Harry
He tied the note to Hedwig's leg and sent her off once she'd had enough to eat. Hedwig returned the day later with Hermione's reply. Harry ripped it open expecting the worst.
Dear Harry,
Of course your still invited! Did you think I wasn't going to let you come because Ron isn't? Now please send Hedwig back to tell me if you're comming or not and we'll come get you.
Love,
Hermione
Harry folded up the paper neatly and placed it on his desk. He then bounded down the stairs to ask his aunt and uncle if he could go.
When he got downstairs he immediately went to Uncle Vernon knowing that he'd have to ask him anyway.
"Um... Uncle Vernon?" Harry said cautiously so not to upset him.
"What is it now boy?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"Well... my friend asked me to spend the rest of the summer with her is it ok if I go?" Harry held his breath in anticipation.
"They won't be comming through the chimney again, will they?" Uncle Vernon asked with his back turned to Harry.
"No of course not!" He spun around quickly with an expression on his face that looked as though he thought Christmas had come early.
"Of course! GO! Please!"
"Great! I'll go pack then!" Harry said happily and he ran back upstairs to send Hermione a reply.