A/N: Okie dokie then, so this is an authors note. Well, now that you all know that I have no clue what I'm doing, TO THE DISCLAIMER!! *holds up arm and points finger*
Disclaimer: KK peeps, no need to worry, I'm not stealing J.K. Rowlings wonderful, beautiful, ________ { insert adjective of your choice} artwork/Harry Potterness. Don't sue me. It all belongs to her ( I hope).
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Chapter 2 Harry's Birthday
Harry walked
along the hall towards Dudley's room, the thought of the owl lingering
in the back of his head. When he reached the room, he slowly opened the
door, noticing a gross smell. He glanced at the sheets, but at once he
wished he hadn't because what greeted him was a sheet half on, half off,
the bed, covered in yellow stains. Harry walked over to the bed, shut his
eyelids tight, and grabbed hold of the sheet by the only white spot left.
He dropped it into a hamper that had been placed there to bring down the
soiled sheets. When the sheets were finally in the hamper, he grabbed
it and hauled it down the stairs to the washer and dryer. He loaded the
sheets into the washer and put the rest of the box of soap into it, then
pressed the ' on' button.
As he
walked down the hall, a horrifying thought struck him. What if he couldn't
go over the Weasleys? Dumbledore had said that there was some kind of protection
around the Dursleys, and now that Voldemort was rising, he might
not be able to go!
'But
couldn't Dumbledore just put a spell around the Weasleys?' Harry wondered.
During his train of thought, he bumped into something.
"Watch
it boy!" Uncle Vernon barked.
"Oh, sorry."
Harry replied without a sideways glance.Vernon walked away huffily, obviously
in a bad mood.
Harry
reached his room a short while later, looking around for the owl that had
hit him. It was on top of Harry's bed now, looking very comfortable. Harry
noticed that it was Errol, the Weasleys old owl, but he looked much younger
and healthier now than the last time he'd seen him. Carefully taking off
the package on Errol's leg, he carried her to the cage of his owl, Hedwig.
She took a drink from the water bowl and soared out the window. Harry ripped
the paper off of the package and sat down on his bed. A piece of parchment
fell out.
Stepping forward, Harry removed the letter and small box from the eagle
owls beak and leg. First, he read the letter.
Harry picked
up the tickets and read them to himself. "Wow, Bulgaria against England,
August 20th, English National Quidditch Stadium...." he drifted into a
daydream about himself flying around with the teams when all of a sudden,
a small owl hurtled through the window. Harry ducked out of the way just
in time to catch a glimpse of Pig with a big package tied to his leg. Again,
Harry ducked, but this time he put up his hands to catch Pig. 'As easy
as catching a snitch' thought Harry smugly. As soon as he stood up,
Hedwig swooped through the window. She headed straight for her water bowl
even though she had a package on her leg.
Quickly
untying the package from Pig's leg, Harry went over and took the package
off Hedwigs leg, too. He dropped the packages onto his bed and tried to
decide which he should open first, but something caught his eye in the
corner of his room. It was a long box. Harry went to open it.
It felt
light, but important, somehow. He shook it, but it didnt make much of a
noise. Finally, he opened it. It was wrapped in tissue paper, which he
also stripped it of. Out rolled a broomstick.
A
Firebolt 2001!! Harrys heart jumped. He didn't even know there was a Firebolt
2001! 'Maybe Ron's wrong, I think he is a nice guy!!!' Harry thought.
He put the broomstick inside the loose floorboard so Uncle Vernon wouldn't
find it. He finally opened the last two presents.
The first one was from Ron, like he said. It was a seven keyhole trunk,
like the one Moody had. The other one was a big bag full of pranks, from
Fred and George. There was also a letter.
"BOY!! DINNER!!" hollered Vernon from the bottom of the stairs. Harry went to dinner happier than he had been all summer.
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A/N: KK, if this is wrong, don't blame me. Blame Spazzomatic Me. Again.
Because its always her fault. Even when the lamb eating ovens attack. Okie
dokie, well, its like midnight so buh byerz c ya soon {hopefully}have a
nice life!! Please review!!!
