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happen to put in there) JK Rowling owns all. All hail JK!! Yada yada yada.
. . and all that other stuff I should say.
Dedication- To Shadowz, my LONSOME reviewer. . . THANK YOU!!!!!!! Is there anyone else out there reading????
Without further adue. . . THE STORY!!
As Uncle Vernon walked through the door and sat down with his coffee and newspaper, Harry decided this would be a good time to ask him before his temper was tested.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked timidly
"What?" he snarled.
'I'll just have to be nice and polite about it' Harry thought.
"I was wondering well, see-"
"Out with it boy!" snapped Mr. Dursely. Dudley let out a snicker.
"My friend, Ron, just asked me if I would like to come over to his house on Sunday and then stay the rest of the Holiday."
"Uh-huh, and would they take you back to that mad, ruddy, school of yours?" Harry assumed he was speaking of Hogwarts and had a strong urge to stick up for the school he loved so much but if he was going to get Ron's house he had better be nice.
"Yes, the would." Harry replied.
"I see, and would this friend, Ron, be the one who gave my boy one of those terrible toffes?"
"Er. . . not exactly, you see that was Ron's brother."
"Uh-huh" said Vernon in askeptical tone that said very clearly that he didn't care whether or not it was Ron or his brother, they were the same in his eyes. Harry thought fast, threatening them with Sirius wasn't going to do anything but anger Uncle Vernon.
"But they wouldn't even have to come in, I could just sit outside and wait for them to come."
"Oh, they finally decided to travel normal have they? In a car?" Harry's blood ran cold when he heard this statement. He sure hoped they were coming in a car. He could write Ron and ask him to rent a ministry car. . .
"I think so." Said Harry but then seeing Uncle Vernon's face he added in a very professional manner, "It can be arranged."
At this, his aunt who had been silent for the whole while, scoffed and then muttered under her breath " 'It can be arranged?' Who does he think he is?"
Uncle Vernon glaring at Harry with hatred said "Fine, you can go to these, these," Harry felt a surge of anger rush toward Uncle Vernon for not wanting to call the Weasleys 'people' by the still had one more thing to ask, Mrs. Figg's first name so he held his resentment towards Uncle Vernon back. "their house" Vernon finished "but they are to take a car to pick you up." He glowered over at Harry threatingly, "and if they set foot over the threshold of our home then, then" Harry fought back an amused smile and when Vernon said these last few words. After all, what was he going to do to a full-grown wizard? This seemed to ovvur to Mr. Dursleytoo but that didn't stop him from continuing his empty threats. "They'll be sorry!" Although his words were meaningless he said this part with rage.
"Right." Said Harry, "I'll go write to them now." At this Harry walked into the hallway but then did a double take and stuck his head back in the Kitchen. "By the way," he asked the Dursleys, trying to be casual, "what is Mrs. Figg's first name?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry apparently sick of all this questioning so early in the morning, "If SHE wants to tell YOU then SHE will!"
"Alright, Alright, sorry I asked." He muttered as he walked to the first step and plopped down on it, head in his hands.
"Why would he want tot know Arabella's name?" said Aunt Petunia to Uncle Vernon but loud enough for Harry to hear. Harry's heart leapt. So Mrs. Figg was a witch.
"Don't know, they're strange, his kind." Replied Uncle Vernon.
It was Sunday afternoon, 12:55 by Harry's watch and he was sitting on his trunk on the curb of Number Four, Privitt Drive. The Dursleys had been more than happy to kick Harry out on the street, as it had been their desire to for the past 15 years. Harry had contacted Ron, and got an owl back that said that luckily his father could get ahold of a ministry car, considering the fact that they did not want to relive their last floo powder experience. After awhile, Harry glanced at his watch, 12:20. He looked back at the house –for it had never really been a home- and saw the Dursleys peering through a window. Dudley, who was in front was lughing and pointing at Harry. Just as Harry was looking at the street he saw an unfamiliar car pull to a stop in front of him Mr. Weasley got out and greeted him with a
"Hi Harry! Looks like your ready to go!" Ron got out, and spotting Harry standing up from curb where he had been sitting heard him mutter
"Stupid Muggles." Then louder turned to Harry and greeted him in the same fashion as his father had.
"Hi Ron, Mr. Weasley! Good to see you!" Harry said happily. The car ride back to the Burrow was pretty uneventful –Mr. Weasley only ran two red lights compared to the five on the way there but when they arrived Harry felt he was home. Hermione was already there, as of a few hours and he felt wonderful with all of them back together again. But that's when he felt it, his scar twinge. But it soon escalated to more than just a twinge and the next thing he knew he was on the ground –out cold.
Well, that's it for now! I know I left you at a bit of a cliff-hanger, so to speak but the first part was a bit of a snoozzer and if I can get five reviews, I'll continue. . . JUST FIVE!!! PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!
Dedication- To Shadowz, my LONSOME reviewer. . . THANK YOU!!!!!!! Is there anyone else out there reading????
Without further adue. . . THE STORY!!
As Uncle Vernon walked through the door and sat down with his coffee and newspaper, Harry decided this would be a good time to ask him before his temper was tested.
"Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked timidly
"What?" he snarled.
'I'll just have to be nice and polite about it' Harry thought.
"I was wondering well, see-"
"Out with it boy!" snapped Mr. Dursely. Dudley let out a snicker.
"My friend, Ron, just asked me if I would like to come over to his house on Sunday and then stay the rest of the Holiday."
"Uh-huh, and would they take you back to that mad, ruddy, school of yours?" Harry assumed he was speaking of Hogwarts and had a strong urge to stick up for the school he loved so much but if he was going to get Ron's house he had better be nice.
"Yes, the would." Harry replied.
"I see, and would this friend, Ron, be the one who gave my boy one of those terrible toffes?"
"Er. . . not exactly, you see that was Ron's brother."
"Uh-huh" said Vernon in askeptical tone that said very clearly that he didn't care whether or not it was Ron or his brother, they were the same in his eyes. Harry thought fast, threatening them with Sirius wasn't going to do anything but anger Uncle Vernon.
"But they wouldn't even have to come in, I could just sit outside and wait for them to come."
"Oh, they finally decided to travel normal have they? In a car?" Harry's blood ran cold when he heard this statement. He sure hoped they were coming in a car. He could write Ron and ask him to rent a ministry car. . .
"I think so." Said Harry but then seeing Uncle Vernon's face he added in a very professional manner, "It can be arranged."
At this, his aunt who had been silent for the whole while, scoffed and then muttered under her breath " 'It can be arranged?' Who does he think he is?"
Uncle Vernon glaring at Harry with hatred said "Fine, you can go to these, these," Harry felt a surge of anger rush toward Uncle Vernon for not wanting to call the Weasleys 'people' by the still had one more thing to ask, Mrs. Figg's first name so he held his resentment towards Uncle Vernon back. "their house" Vernon finished "but they are to take a car to pick you up." He glowered over at Harry threatingly, "and if they set foot over the threshold of our home then, then" Harry fought back an amused smile and when Vernon said these last few words. After all, what was he going to do to a full-grown wizard? This seemed to ovvur to Mr. Dursleytoo but that didn't stop him from continuing his empty threats. "They'll be sorry!" Although his words were meaningless he said this part with rage.
"Right." Said Harry, "I'll go write to them now." At this Harry walked into the hallway but then did a double take and stuck his head back in the Kitchen. "By the way," he asked the Dursleys, trying to be casual, "what is Mrs. Figg's first name?"
"NONE OF YOUR BUISNESS!" Uncle Vernon shouted at Harry apparently sick of all this questioning so early in the morning, "If SHE wants to tell YOU then SHE will!"
"Alright, Alright, sorry I asked." He muttered as he walked to the first step and plopped down on it, head in his hands.
"Why would he want tot know Arabella's name?" said Aunt Petunia to Uncle Vernon but loud enough for Harry to hear. Harry's heart leapt. So Mrs. Figg was a witch.
"Don't know, they're strange, his kind." Replied Uncle Vernon.
It was Sunday afternoon, 12:55 by Harry's watch and he was sitting on his trunk on the curb of Number Four, Privitt Drive. The Dursleys had been more than happy to kick Harry out on the street, as it had been their desire to for the past 15 years. Harry had contacted Ron, and got an owl back that said that luckily his father could get ahold of a ministry car, considering the fact that they did not want to relive their last floo powder experience. After awhile, Harry glanced at his watch, 12:20. He looked back at the house –for it had never really been a home- and saw the Dursleys peering through a window. Dudley, who was in front was lughing and pointing at Harry. Just as Harry was looking at the street he saw an unfamiliar car pull to a stop in front of him Mr. Weasley got out and greeted him with a
"Hi Harry! Looks like your ready to go!" Ron got out, and spotting Harry standing up from curb where he had been sitting heard him mutter
"Stupid Muggles." Then louder turned to Harry and greeted him in the same fashion as his father had.
"Hi Ron, Mr. Weasley! Good to see you!" Harry said happily. The car ride back to the Burrow was pretty uneventful –Mr. Weasley only ran two red lights compared to the five on the way there but when they arrived Harry felt he was home. Hermione was already there, as of a few hours and he felt wonderful with all of them back together again. But that's when he felt it, his scar twinge. But it soon escalated to more than just a twinge and the next thing he knew he was on the ground –out cold.
Well, that's it for now! I know I left you at a bit of a cliff-hanger, so to speak but the first part was a bit of a snoozzer and if I can get five reviews, I'll continue. . . JUST FIVE!!! PLEASE, PLEASE REVIEW!