Hope

Author's Note: This book will have exactly the same plot as the real Harry Potter just the Cullens will play a role that will change a few things. Please let me know what you think by reviewing my story. I really hope you like it! From TNMEBD123.

Harry Potter's hands tore open the parchment with obvious enthusiasm. He had recognised the writing on the outside. Finally, he was hearing from his best friend, Ron Weasly who had recently broken contact with him after hinting he had a secret he would share with Harry if he could. Secrets infuriated Harry Potter. He wanted to know everything that might concern him or people he knew. Ron's secret, although it might be something stupid, was something Harry wanted to know. So maybe in this letter, his questions he kept pondering while Dudley and his gang hunted him, were finally about to be answered.

Harry So sorry I couldn't get this to you sooner, but I didn't want to send it without ALL the details. DAD GOT TICKETS TO THE QUIDITCH WORLD CUP! Top box, great seats. We'll come pick you up at five pm on the 14th of July- the World Cup is on the 16th. You can stay with us for the rest of the summer holidays after the World Cup, Mum and Dad said. Tell your Aunt and Uncle to let you come and send a letter back AS SOON AS POSSIBLE!

The BEST friend in the whole wide world (if you disagree with that, you're not coming), Ron

Harry could've laughed out loud. He would have if his laugh wouldn't have brought Uncle Vernon running to see why Harry was happy. Harry being happy under his roof was a rather rare thing. And he didn't want his Uncle coming on yet. He had to figure out how to present the situation in the best possible light so that his Uncle would let him go. But Harry had hardly any time to think before Uncle Vernon himself (speak of the devil, and the devil shall appear) burst into Harry's room.

"I've had enough!" he growled. "Your owl has just flown in the kitchen window in plain view of the neighbours. Explain yourself!" As soon as he said this, Hedwig flew through Harry's open bedroom window and landed on his bed, glaring at Uncle Vernon with large, reproachful eyes. Clearly she had not forgiven Uncle Vernon for chasing her out of the house she was trying to get into.

Harry thought that his Uncle's 'explain yourself' was even worse than usual. How was Harry supposed to explain what his owl had done? Harry didn't know why. Normally she came through his bedroom window, but she had come through the kitchen window before, although perhaps not when Aunt Petunia had been cooking in it.

"It's a health hazard!" Uncle Vernon continued to roar. "Feathers in the kitchen, one might have fallen in the soup, Petunia's starting dinner all over again to make sure we don't get infected, but you can't even be bothered trying to restrain your own pet! Tell me why!"

"I don't know why she came through the kitchen window" Harry tried to explain, but without success. "She usually comes through my bedroom window. Does it really matter?"

"Matter?" yelped Uncle Vernon, who was now a horrible shade of maroon. "What does it matter if we're all sick because some diseased bird dropped a feather in our food? Of course it matters! Dinner will be late now, and I blame you and your owl."

"What a surprise" said Harry sarcastically. "I mean, it's not like you ever blame me for anything." Uncle Vernon glared at him but Harry continued, no longer sarcastic. "Can I go to stay at my friend's house over the rest of the summer holidays?" he asked. "He just sent me a letter saying that if you agree, they'll come pick me up at five pm on the 14th and I can stay with him and his family over the rest of the holidays. Can I go?" Harry looked up at his Uncle hopefully.

"What friend is this?" Uncle Vernon asked suspiciously, although Harry knew if he was careful his Uncle would let him go.

"Ron Weasly" Harry explained. "You've seen me with him. When we came off the train in June. He was the boy with the red hair. He has lots of brothers and a sister. You did see them. The big family. The all have red hair." When Harry said that, he saw his Uncle's face change. Clearly he now remembered the Weasly family.

"And they'll pick you up?" he asked suspiciously. "I can't be bothered taking you somewhere."

"Yes, Ron's letter said that they'd pick me up."

"Letter? What letter?" demanded Uncle Vernon. "There's been no post for you, boy."

"Yeah, but Hedwig brings me post. Owls are the postmen in the wiz- in our world." Uncle Vernon was bristling with indignation that Harry was receiving messages without him knowing. "Can I go?" asked Harry eagerly. He knew his uncle would want to be rid of him, but he might want to stop Harry going because letting him go would make him happy. Harry being happy was something he could not tolerate.

"You write to these people and tell them to pick you up. You can go. And your Aunt wants you to go down to the kitchen. I think she has a job for you." Harry thought his Uncle was most likely making up the last bit. Still either way, Aunt Petunia would give Harry a job even if she hadn't needed him. If she did need him, it would be a horrible job. That could be guaranteed. But because he wanted to go to the World Cup, he needed to stay on his Uncle's good side, sohe nodded and left the room and went down to the kitchen.

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Harry spent all the rest of his time packing and wondering what the Quiditch World Cup would be like. Ron sent another letter that said that Bulgaria would be playing Ireland and Ireland was most likely to win. Apparently the Irish team were the best seen in centuries.

Harry also had to be careful to stay on the right side of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. If they got angry with him they might not let him go to the World Cup. Harry wasn't sure how exactly they were going to stop him, but he tried to be more pleasant than usual none the less.

"Pass the bacon, boy" barked Uncle Vernon across the breakfast table. "Hurry up!"

"Be careful" screeched Aunt Petunia as Harry moved the pan across the table, tilting it slightly to the side as he did so by accident. "That is very good bacon that you nearly made useless! And it took me two attempts to make it because I thought I saw and owl feather in my pan after I started making it." Aunt Petunia's exclamation made Uncle Vernon splutter on his coffee.

"WHAT?" he thundered. "I thought I told you to keep your owl out of the kitchen boy!"

"I can't control where she flies, sorry" Harry said coolly. He saw Uncle Vernon open his mouth angrily, and Harry was sure he was going to shout. His anger already rising, Harry thought he couldn't take it if Uncle Vernon was yelling, so he said "excuse me; I have to go finish writing a letter to my godfather." The effect this had on the Dursley's was electrifying. Uncle Vernon suddenly looked nervous, Dudley sprang back anxiously like Harry's godfather might appear out of nowhere from under his feet and Aunt Petunia went even whiter than usual.

"Never mind" said Uncle Vernon hurriedly. "I suppose a bird flies where a bird flies."

"Yeah" said Harry and grinning he got up and went up to his room. His summer was looking a whole lot better.