* I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR THE CHARACTERS! I ONLY OWN THE ORIGINAL PLOT
WRITTEN BY ME. *
Ron rolled out of bed. He walked over to his window and looked down upon the yard of the Burrow. The green grass looked particularly inviting and he considered going out for some Quidditch. He didn't want to go downstairs in fear of being assigned the dreadful task of de-gnoming the garden. Walking over to the wall he stared into the mirror and tried to tame his incredibly unruly hair. He turned around abruptly when he heard a loud thump. "Owww..." he looked on the floor and saw Harry tangled in the sheets and rubbing his head. 'Oh, yeah' Ron remembered. Harry had slept on the top bunk last night.
Ron grabbed Harry's glasses off the desk and was about to hand them to him when he put them on his own face. "Bloody hell, how do you see in these," Ron said as he quickly handed them to Harry. "You think Hermione's up?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "I don't know, mate, what time is it anyway?" Ron asked. Harry looked at his very dirty and scratched, but faithful, watch and said, "Blimey, it's only 6:30!" Then, there was a loud crash and a hooting noise. Ron looked at the window. "It's Pig. What the devil is he doing delivering a letter so early in the morning?" Ron yawned. Ron untied the letter from Pig's leg and yawned again. "Wait, Howlers are only in envelopes, aren't they?" Ron asked as he looked down at the letter..written on red parchment. "Yeah, I think so," Harry replied. "Good," Ron breathed a sign of relief, but he was still not quite relaxed. He unrolled the letter incredibly slowly and saw the black writing scrawled across the paper. He read the letter and looked up at Harry. He was as white as a sheet.
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Ron rolled out of bed. He walked over to his window and looked down upon the yard of the Burrow. The green grass looked particularly inviting and he considered going out for some Quidditch. He didn't want to go downstairs in fear of being assigned the dreadful task of de-gnoming the garden. Walking over to the wall he stared into the mirror and tried to tame his incredibly unruly hair. He turned around abruptly when he heard a loud thump. "Owww..." he looked on the floor and saw Harry tangled in the sheets and rubbing his head. 'Oh, yeah' Ron remembered. Harry had slept on the top bunk last night.
Ron grabbed Harry's glasses off the desk and was about to hand them to him when he put them on his own face. "Bloody hell, how do you see in these," Ron said as he quickly handed them to Harry. "You think Hermione's up?" Harry asked as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "I don't know, mate, what time is it anyway?" Ron asked. Harry looked at his very dirty and scratched, but faithful, watch and said, "Blimey, it's only 6:30!" Then, there was a loud crash and a hooting noise. Ron looked at the window. "It's Pig. What the devil is he doing delivering a letter so early in the morning?" Ron yawned. Ron untied the letter from Pig's leg and yawned again. "Wait, Howlers are only in envelopes, aren't they?" Ron asked as he looked down at the letter..written on red parchment. "Yeah, I think so," Harry replied. "Good," Ron breathed a sign of relief, but he was still not quite relaxed. He unrolled the letter incredibly slowly and saw the black writing scrawled across the paper. He read the letter and looked up at Harry. He was as white as a sheet.
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