A Story about Harry Potter
Firstly, something I would like to tell you. I don't like Ron Weasley, so he will not have a very good year.
Disclaimer: I know I don't own them, you know I don't own them, what the hell's the point of this?
Harry was woken by something dropping on his face. Apparently, Hedwig wanted him to sample a rat she'd just caught. Harry had an intense dislike of rats, especially ones with a toe missing or a silver paw. She was also carrying a letter from his friend Hermione. Harry opened it eagerly, and read out:
Dear Harry,
I had a great time in Bulgaria, and I've only just got home tonight! Viktor has a massive house; I had to ask the painting for directions to my room. You won't believe what Viktor's parents got me. Your own library? He sniggered at the thought. No, not my own library, a broomstick! It's a Bulgarian model called the Windspeed. It's not as good as the Firebolt, but I did see one that was! It's got a name like the Meteor Mark 1. It was 2000 galleons, 99 sickles and is made by the same people who did the Firebolt. Enough broom talk, I was wondering whether you could come over to my place for the rest of the summer? Please send a reply back ASAP.
Love, Hermione.
PS. I got autographs of the rest of the team for you.
A few thoughts were going through Harry's head. Firstly, there was already a broom better than the Firebolt! They didn't hang about, did they? Secondly, was it going to be possible to convince the Dursleys to let him go? And finally, what was she getting him for his birthday? All these questions, yet, no answer for any of them. He decided he'd spring the main question on his uncle the next morning.
The next morning (didn't expect that eh?) as they were eating a single sausage each (Dudley's starvation the previous summer seemed to be paying off) Harry casually said, "Uncle Vernon, one of my friends asked if I could stay over for the rest of the holidays. Can I?" Vernon paled as he remembered the last time one of Harry's friends had picked him up, Dudley had ended up with a very long tongue and their artificial fireplace had been blasted across the room. He purpled. Quickly, Harry added, "Her parents are normal people, dentists in fact." Vernon looked considerably calmer. "All right, you can go."
The rest of the week Harry spent packing all his things; it took longer because he couldn't find his book list. Eventually, it was the day of departure. Harry had arranged for the Grangers to pick him up at 3:00. No sooner had the clock gone when a navy blue Mercedes parked in front of the house. They were obviously well paid dentists. Dudley-who didn't learn from previous experiences-waited in the sitting room as Aunt Petunia invited them in. The Dursleys were amazingly civil and even invited them to stay for dinner.
After refusing politely, they loaded Harry's trunk into the boot and set off. Harry had noticed something about Dudley and mentioned it to Hermione. She was disgusted. "What do you mean he was eyeing me?" she shrieked. He teased her about it for the whole duration of the car trip. 'Still, he might be on to something,' thought Harry to himself. 'Her teeth are smaller, she seemed to have stopped her hair being bushy and she does have a great figure…Dammit, stop thinking like that! She's one of your best friends! Speaking of best friends…' "Hey, Herm, where's Ron? Is he already at your place?" "Harry, Ron said he wasn't coming. He's cross with me for going to Bulgaria." Harry was about to say something when the car stopped suddenly. "We're here!" called Hermione's mum.
Hermione led Harry to the guestroom. She helped him unpack all his stuff before they went down for dinner. Harry had never enjoyed a sugar free meal so much, even though the conversation was all about teeth and braces. As soon as they had finished, Hermione showed him her broom. He inspected and commented on it, noting how the handle was similar to the old Comet series but how the speed could rival a Nimbus 2001. They spent the rest of the day doing homework, which Hermione insisted on. Harry flopped down on the guest bed after finishing an essay on Restorative Potions. What a day! It was Harry's birthday tomorrow and they were all going to Diagon Alley the next day. He couldn't wait.
They set off early next morning and got to Diagon Alley in time to have some ice creams courtesy of Florence Fortesque. Hermione's parents left them, saying to meet back up with them at 4:30 outside Gringotts. After getting some money, they headed straight to Flourish and Blotts to get their new books:
The Standard Book of Spells Grade 5
Advanced Transfiguration (Not to be confused with Expert Transfiguration - for the Newts)
More Monsters than You Wish to know about (for both Care of Magical Creatures and DADA)
5000 Magical Herbs and Fungi
Duelling Made Easy
Understanding the Stars (Astronomy and Divination)
Hermione also made them get Certain Things to Revise for the OWLs. Once they left, she rushed of though, leaving him free to examine the Meteor Mark 1 in Quality Quidditch Supplies. It was beautiful. Coming in Mahogany, Oak, Ash or Willow, it was perfection itself. Bullet edged tip and sleek shaped Harry read that it could do 0-100 in 5 seconds. Perfect reactions, amazingly sensitive, Harry had never wanted anything so much (except when he first saw the Firebolt).
Harry glanced down at his new waterproof Casio on his wrist (he had done a few odd jobs over the summer, getting some money) and saw the time was 4:20. Taking one more wistful glance at the Meteor he walked out of the shop, down to Gringotts. Hermione was already there, tapping her foot impatiently. Once he got over she handed him a small package. Inside was something that closely resembled a Muggle Walkman. "It's a portable Witching Wireless," she explained. A look of dawning came over his face and he grinned and hugged her. "Great, thanks Herm!"
They'll be back at Hogwarts next chapter. Please review/flame don't really care!