Disclaimer: Harry Potter DOES NOT belong to me, so don't sue or anything.
=P
A/N: This would be my first successful Harry Potter fanfiction. Most of my fanfictions (all 3 of them) are Star Wars fanfic, so if I make any mistakes in my fic, I beg forgiveness. Anyway, I shall leave my ramblings for a later time. =P. Here starts the story.
The clock from the old church tower not far from Privet Drive rang twelve times, signaling the start of a new day. Almost everybody in Privet Drive was asleep, as good old boring people are at midnight. However, there was one person, a boy, who was still wide awake.
"Happy sixteenth birthday, Harry," he muttered to himself, as he opened the window. Almost immediately, four owls flew into his bedroom. He grinned as his eyes located his own snow-white owl blemished with several dark spots - Hedwig, a scrawny looking owl known commonly to his best friend Ronald Weasley as Pig and another owl carrying a huge parcel and an envelope bearing the seal of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He ripped open the letter from his friend Ron, who had been visiting his brother Charlie in Romania during the holidays. He scanned through the letter and his grin grew wider. He reached over for the parcel that Pig had carried, and opened it impatiently.
"All right! It's the history of all the past Quidditch Cup matches ever! Thank you Ron," Harry exclaimed quietly to himself, careful not to wake up his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia. Thank goodness Dudley was away on a school trip, otherwise Harry's life would be hell during the holidays. The Dursley hated Harry for two reasons; one, because Harry was the son of James and Lily Potter, who the Dursley thought of as good-for-nothing scums, and two, because (if you haven't realized by now) Harry Potter wasn't exactly the most normal guy in the world. He was a wizard, and a very famous wizard at that. He defeated Voldermort, the most feared and evil Wizard of all times, when he was just a wee little baby of one.
He reached over for the next package, this time gently opening the carefully sealed letter. He smiled as he recognized Hermoine (another of his best friend)'s neat handwriting. His eyes scanned through the letter.
"Dear Harry, How are you? I hope the Dursleys are treating you OK. I heard Ron's away in Romania. Did you see his picture? He looked so tanned! He's grown up to look just like Percy, don't you think?
Anyway, I had a great time in Bulgaria. Viktor and his parents were wonderful hosts. I had tons of fun. Anyway, can't write anymore. Hedwig's getting impatient. I'll see you tomorrow at the Hogwards Express!
Love, Hermione."
Harry folded the paper gingerly, and placed it neatly in a small box, where he had kept Hermoine's letters from over the years. He had been having a crush on her since second year, but he knew she didn't feel the same way about him. They were the best of friends, closer than siblings, and they've been through a lot together. He would rather rip his heart out than jeopardize his friendship with Hermoine. He had wanted to tell her, but he was too shy. In third year, with the dementors and all, he didn't have a chance. In forth year, Hermoine decided to go steady with Viktor Krum, but they parted shortly as good friends before their fifth year. He thought that it would be his chance, but Ron got there before him. His fifth year was one of the most painful years of his life, seeing Ron and Hermoine together every second of every day.
Harry sat back on his chair. He had nearly killed himself when he saw Ron and Hermoine together. The only thing that kept him going was seeing her happy. Ron and Hermoine had broken up just recently, deciding to stay as friends. Apparently Ron's jealousy had gotten the better of him when he found out that Hermoine was going to visit Viktor. He sighed; after all these years, he was used to liking her secretly. He had lost all hope in trying to tell her about his feelings.
"Stay as friends. That's the best," he told himself, with the tone of a resigned man. He reached over for the last package, smiling at the untidy scrawl of Hagrid, a half-giant. He ripped open the parcel wrapped up in sheets of past issues of 'The Daily Prophet', the wizarding world newspaper. He opened the book to find a dusty photo album, rather thick, and a note pasted on top. "Managed to find it. Happy Birthday Harry. Enjoy."
Harry flipped through the photo album, and he stared in wonder at 'the gang' back when they were kids. The gang referring to James Potter, Sirius, Remus and the rest. He thanked Hagrid silently, and then proceeded to hide the photo album under the loose floorboard, where the rest of his homework laid. Lastly he reached for the letter bearing the official Hogswarts seal. He scanned the letter informing him the books to buy . . . blah blah blah. Ron had already volunteered to help buy Harry's books, so he didn't have to worry about that. His dress robes had already been bought by Mrs Weasley. Harry gave a yawn, and then staggered to bed, looking forward to the next day.
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"I'll come pick you up when your term ends," Vernon Dursley grunted, without looking at his nephew. Harry was used to it, and he nodded.
"Goodbye Uncle Vernon," he muttered, being a typical well-mannered young man. His uncle gave another disgruntled, well, grunt, and drove off, leaving Harry to wheel his trolley over to Platforms 9 and 3-quarters. As he reached the pillar, he broke into a run, and rushed through the barrier, and was once again amazed at how different the wizarding world was. The train gave a loud screech as a signal to tell everyone that it was moving off, and Harry hurriedly rushed over to the carriage where Ron, Hermoine and him had been sitting in since their first year. He left his trolley to a porter, and walked inside the carriage.
"Harry!" A chorus of greeting from his two best friends made Harry grin. He sat down next to Ron, opposite Hermoine, and pushed up his glasses that covered his green eyes. His unruly dark hair was getting a little too long and it covered the lightning bolt scar on his forehead and half of his ears. The back of his hair scraped against the collar of his Hogwarts robe. Despite his unruly hair, Harry was a very handsome young man, with his broad shoulders and defined muscles.
His best friend Ron had grown up too. Puberty had hit him, and he had grown taller and lankier, making him half a head taller than Harry. His red curls were neatly combed( for once ), and he had a bright grin that brightened up his boyish face. Harry turned to Hermoine with a smile, and was once again, blown away by her beauty.
Her reddish-blondish-brownish hair fell in soft waves around her face. While it used to be bushy, it had grown to be soft and luscious. Her brown eyes shone brightly and her full lips were pulled back in a sweet smile. Both Harry and Ron had long towered over her petite (at least when next to them) frame.
"So how was the holiday?" Harry asked, looking at Hermoine. Before she could reply, Ron cut in excitedly, babbling about dragons and something about wanting them as pets. Harry only stared in contentment at Hermoine as she began lecturing Ron on how illegal it was, not to mention dangerous.
Before he knew it, they had reached Hogwarts. Harry slung his both his arms over the shoulders of his two best friends, and they walked up the steps to the entrance. Despite the noise, Ron and Hermoine heard Harry's soft mutter.
"Welcome home, Harry."
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Well? Well? How was it? I know there's very little H/H now. But there will be more, I promise you that. Review please, so I'll know how much I suck. No flames though, I beg of you. I do want a semblance of my ego intact at the end. =P. REVIEW!!!
A/N: This would be my first successful Harry Potter fanfiction. Most of my fanfictions (all 3 of them) are Star Wars fanfic, so if I make any mistakes in my fic, I beg forgiveness. Anyway, I shall leave my ramblings for a later time. =P. Here starts the story.
The clock from the old church tower not far from Privet Drive rang twelve times, signaling the start of a new day. Almost everybody in Privet Drive was asleep, as good old boring people are at midnight. However, there was one person, a boy, who was still wide awake.
"Happy sixteenth birthday, Harry," he muttered to himself, as he opened the window. Almost immediately, four owls flew into his bedroom. He grinned as his eyes located his own snow-white owl blemished with several dark spots - Hedwig, a scrawny looking owl known commonly to his best friend Ronald Weasley as Pig and another owl carrying a huge parcel and an envelope bearing the seal of Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
He ripped open the letter from his friend Ron, who had been visiting his brother Charlie in Romania during the holidays. He scanned through the letter and his grin grew wider. He reached over for the parcel that Pig had carried, and opened it impatiently.
"All right! It's the history of all the past Quidditch Cup matches ever! Thank you Ron," Harry exclaimed quietly to himself, careful not to wake up his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia. Thank goodness Dudley was away on a school trip, otherwise Harry's life would be hell during the holidays. The Dursley hated Harry for two reasons; one, because Harry was the son of James and Lily Potter, who the Dursley thought of as good-for-nothing scums, and two, because (if you haven't realized by now) Harry Potter wasn't exactly the most normal guy in the world. He was a wizard, and a very famous wizard at that. He defeated Voldermort, the most feared and evil Wizard of all times, when he was just a wee little baby of one.
He reached over for the next package, this time gently opening the carefully sealed letter. He smiled as he recognized Hermoine (another of his best friend)'s neat handwriting. His eyes scanned through the letter.
"Dear Harry, How are you? I hope the Dursleys are treating you OK. I heard Ron's away in Romania. Did you see his picture? He looked so tanned! He's grown up to look just like Percy, don't you think?
Anyway, I had a great time in Bulgaria. Viktor and his parents were wonderful hosts. I had tons of fun. Anyway, can't write anymore. Hedwig's getting impatient. I'll see you tomorrow at the Hogwards Express!
Love, Hermione."
Harry folded the paper gingerly, and placed it neatly in a small box, where he had kept Hermoine's letters from over the years. He had been having a crush on her since second year, but he knew she didn't feel the same way about him. They were the best of friends, closer than siblings, and they've been through a lot together. He would rather rip his heart out than jeopardize his friendship with Hermoine. He had wanted to tell her, but he was too shy. In third year, with the dementors and all, he didn't have a chance. In forth year, Hermoine decided to go steady with Viktor Krum, but they parted shortly as good friends before their fifth year. He thought that it would be his chance, but Ron got there before him. His fifth year was one of the most painful years of his life, seeing Ron and Hermoine together every second of every day.
Harry sat back on his chair. He had nearly killed himself when he saw Ron and Hermoine together. The only thing that kept him going was seeing her happy. Ron and Hermoine had broken up just recently, deciding to stay as friends. Apparently Ron's jealousy had gotten the better of him when he found out that Hermoine was going to visit Viktor. He sighed; after all these years, he was used to liking her secretly. He had lost all hope in trying to tell her about his feelings.
"Stay as friends. That's the best," he told himself, with the tone of a resigned man. He reached over for the last package, smiling at the untidy scrawl of Hagrid, a half-giant. He ripped open the parcel wrapped up in sheets of past issues of 'The Daily Prophet', the wizarding world newspaper. He opened the book to find a dusty photo album, rather thick, and a note pasted on top. "Managed to find it. Happy Birthday Harry. Enjoy."
Harry flipped through the photo album, and he stared in wonder at 'the gang' back when they were kids. The gang referring to James Potter, Sirius, Remus and the rest. He thanked Hagrid silently, and then proceeded to hide the photo album under the loose floorboard, where the rest of his homework laid. Lastly he reached for the letter bearing the official Hogswarts seal. He scanned the letter informing him the books to buy . . . blah blah blah. Ron had already volunteered to help buy Harry's books, so he didn't have to worry about that. His dress robes had already been bought by Mrs Weasley. Harry gave a yawn, and then staggered to bed, looking forward to the next day.
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"I'll come pick you up when your term ends," Vernon Dursley grunted, without looking at his nephew. Harry was used to it, and he nodded.
"Goodbye Uncle Vernon," he muttered, being a typical well-mannered young man. His uncle gave another disgruntled, well, grunt, and drove off, leaving Harry to wheel his trolley over to Platforms 9 and 3-quarters. As he reached the pillar, he broke into a run, and rushed through the barrier, and was once again amazed at how different the wizarding world was. The train gave a loud screech as a signal to tell everyone that it was moving off, and Harry hurriedly rushed over to the carriage where Ron, Hermoine and him had been sitting in since their first year. He left his trolley to a porter, and walked inside the carriage.
"Harry!" A chorus of greeting from his two best friends made Harry grin. He sat down next to Ron, opposite Hermoine, and pushed up his glasses that covered his green eyes. His unruly dark hair was getting a little too long and it covered the lightning bolt scar on his forehead and half of his ears. The back of his hair scraped against the collar of his Hogwarts robe. Despite his unruly hair, Harry was a very handsome young man, with his broad shoulders and defined muscles.
His best friend Ron had grown up too. Puberty had hit him, and he had grown taller and lankier, making him half a head taller than Harry. His red curls were neatly combed( for once ), and he had a bright grin that brightened up his boyish face. Harry turned to Hermoine with a smile, and was once again, blown away by her beauty.
Her reddish-blondish-brownish hair fell in soft waves around her face. While it used to be bushy, it had grown to be soft and luscious. Her brown eyes shone brightly and her full lips were pulled back in a sweet smile. Both Harry and Ron had long towered over her petite (at least when next to them) frame.
"So how was the holiday?" Harry asked, looking at Hermoine. Before she could reply, Ron cut in excitedly, babbling about dragons and something about wanting them as pets. Harry only stared in contentment at Hermoine as she began lecturing Ron on how illegal it was, not to mention dangerous.
Before he knew it, they had reached Hogwarts. Harry slung his both his arms over the shoulders of his two best friends, and they walked up the steps to the entrance. Despite the noise, Ron and Hermoine heard Harry's soft mutter.
"Welcome home, Harry."
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Well? Well? How was it? I know there's very little H/H now. But there will be more, I promise you that. Review please, so I'll know how much I suck. No flames though, I beg of you. I do want a semblance of my ego intact at the end. =P. REVIEW!!!