It was a gloomy morning. Well, actually the sun was shinning brightly on
Privet Drive with a light breeze, perfect Qudditch weather in Harrys
opinion.
The reason it was gloomy for Harry was that he was at the Dursleys. This was horrible for Harry because he would no doubt spend the day doing chores, and listening to Dudley complain about his unfair diet, unaware of the little chocolate spots located on his fat little chin and the corners of his pudgy little mouth. Harry would probably never even see the wonderful sunlight today. But, even though he was bound to be imprisioned in the house today with cleaner and paper towels, he couldn't let his spirits be dampered. Because Harry would be leaving the muggle world tomorrow and be on his way to visit his favorite family in the world, the Weasleys. Harry loved staying with the Weasleys at their, in Harry's opinion WONDERFUL, in Ron's rubbish, house labled The Burrow. The Burrow was full of magical things Harry never dreamed existed...Goblins, Garden nomes that walked around, and mirrors that complained at you when you didn't tuck in your shirt or comb your hair. The Weaslys thought of these as everyday things or pests, but Harry loved them!
Harry was a little worried about the Weasleys arrival though. Uncle Vernon dispised magic and really dispised Harry and since the Weasleys were part of both, they weren't exactly welcome on number four Privet Drive. Harry had the feeling that the Dursleys were still affraid of Sirius Black (Harry's godfather and convicted murderer) to keep the Weasleys from coming to get Harry though. For Harry knew they had certainly NOT forgottan when Fred and George "accidentaly" gave Dudly a Ton Tounge toffee. Dudleys tounge turned a revolting purple color and reached the size of about 4 feet. Harry cleaned the entire day. All the while thinking of all the fun wizarding mischief he would be able to get himself into when he reached Ron's. As Harry laid his head down that night, a slow smile spread across his face as he was pulled farther and farther in to significant dreams.
She was beautiful, her hair a gleaming gold that seeming to glow. Her smooth skin appeared flawless and her bright blue eyes seemed to take everything in, as though surveying all around her...and judging it with utmost superiority. Then, as quick as a flash, she was gone. Harry bolted upright in his bed, quite confused. Last year, he usually dreamt of things such as Quidditch...But this year was becoming more and more different. This had to be the third or fourth dream he had had about this girl. It was always the same girl, and she always seemed as though she were searching for something and he, alone, knew where it was. In his dreams he always tried to help her, but he was invisible to her. Harry shook his head and turned over, falling to sleep again quickly.
The next morning, Harry woke to a very alarmed Hedwig. She was screeching and fluttering her wings sending soft, white feathers everywhere. Harry sat up, bleary-eyed, staring around at what could have caused Hedwig to make to a horrible racket. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Harry laughed at the thought of some dragon lurking around the corner of Privet Drive. Harry got up and went into the kitchen for breakfast. On the way down the stairs Harry recalled his "dream girl" from the previous night. "I wonder what it could mean..." he thought quietly to himself as he jumped the stairs two at a time. It wasn't that it was strange for Harry to dream about girls...He liked them very much... But this girl was no crush, and he wondered if maybe this dream, like some of his others, was prophetic.
He shook the girl from his mind and sat down at the table. Uncle Vernon was sitting at the table, he face hidden beneath a newspaper and a cup of coffee in one hand. Aunt Petunia was daintily sipping hot tea, and Dudley was staring down at the Fruit&Grain bar that was placed in front of him. He picked up with a fat hand, and sniffed it. "Mummy...this thing wouldn't that nasty owl up in Harry's room..." He took it without unwrapping it and heaved it towad the television set in the kitchen. Causing the antenna to flip sideways and the television to turn a fuzzy black and white. Only when this occured did Uncle Vernon notice anything was askew, and roared "BOY, what do you think your doing throwing around food like that?! Were you born in a barn?!" Harry stifled mad giggles as he took a look around the table. Aunt Petunia had always had the uncanny ability to look like an osterach and a giraffe at the same time. Uncle Vernon, with his thick neck, always seemed like a wild boar or some other loud, fat animal. And Dudley, almost certainly, could pass for a barn-yard pig. "What's so funny, you?" Uncle Vernon grunted towards Harry's direction. "Oh, nothing..." Harry covered quickly, and for the most part successfully.
"Oh!" Petunia gasped. "I didn't even notice you... There's some cottege chesse on the counter. You can eat that..." Harry stood up, and slouched over to the counter. There, lying in a blue bowl was the cottege cheese. Harry always thought it looked like tiny pieces of paper, put into a bowl of glue. He took it to the table and sighed as he put a spoon into the bowl, scooped some, and forced into his mouth. He forced it down, and repeated the same thing for maybe ten more mouthfuls. When he couldn't eat any more, he rose, but the dish in the sink, and walked up to his room and shut the door.
Inside his room, Harry put his back against the door and whispered to himself "Only a few more weeks..." and then noticed an odd feathery clump on his bed. "Pig!" Harry yelped, causeing Pig to go haywire. As Harry quickly quieted him down, he untied the parchment from his foot. He opened up the note and read it:
Hi Harry!
What's up? It's pretty boring at our house. Except Fred and George are coming up with some great joke candy, you'll crack up when you see it, I reckon. Anyway, mum said that if you wanted to come over some time soon, that would be fine. Hermione's already here. Except all she talks about is Viktor...not that I'm jealous or anything. Because I'm not. Write back as soon as you get this and let us know if your comeing over.
Ron
The reason it was gloomy for Harry was that he was at the Dursleys. This was horrible for Harry because he would no doubt spend the day doing chores, and listening to Dudley complain about his unfair diet, unaware of the little chocolate spots located on his fat little chin and the corners of his pudgy little mouth. Harry would probably never even see the wonderful sunlight today. But, even though he was bound to be imprisioned in the house today with cleaner and paper towels, he couldn't let his spirits be dampered. Because Harry would be leaving the muggle world tomorrow and be on his way to visit his favorite family in the world, the Weasleys. Harry loved staying with the Weasleys at their, in Harry's opinion WONDERFUL, in Ron's rubbish, house labled The Burrow. The Burrow was full of magical things Harry never dreamed existed...Goblins, Garden nomes that walked around, and mirrors that complained at you when you didn't tuck in your shirt or comb your hair. The Weaslys thought of these as everyday things or pests, but Harry loved them!
Harry was a little worried about the Weasleys arrival though. Uncle Vernon dispised magic and really dispised Harry and since the Weasleys were part of both, they weren't exactly welcome on number four Privet Drive. Harry had the feeling that the Dursleys were still affraid of Sirius Black (Harry's godfather and convicted murderer) to keep the Weasleys from coming to get Harry though. For Harry knew they had certainly NOT forgottan when Fred and George "accidentaly" gave Dudly a Ton Tounge toffee. Dudleys tounge turned a revolting purple color and reached the size of about 4 feet. Harry cleaned the entire day. All the while thinking of all the fun wizarding mischief he would be able to get himself into when he reached Ron's. As Harry laid his head down that night, a slow smile spread across his face as he was pulled farther and farther in to significant dreams.
She was beautiful, her hair a gleaming gold that seeming to glow. Her smooth skin appeared flawless and her bright blue eyes seemed to take everything in, as though surveying all around her...and judging it with utmost superiority. Then, as quick as a flash, she was gone. Harry bolted upright in his bed, quite confused. Last year, he usually dreamt of things such as Quidditch...But this year was becoming more and more different. This had to be the third or fourth dream he had had about this girl. It was always the same girl, and she always seemed as though she were searching for something and he, alone, knew where it was. In his dreams he always tried to help her, but he was invisible to her. Harry shook his head and turned over, falling to sleep again quickly.
The next morning, Harry woke to a very alarmed Hedwig. She was screeching and fluttering her wings sending soft, white feathers everywhere. Harry sat up, bleary-eyed, staring around at what could have caused Hedwig to make to a horrible racket. But nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and Harry laughed at the thought of some dragon lurking around the corner of Privet Drive. Harry got up and went into the kitchen for breakfast. On the way down the stairs Harry recalled his "dream girl" from the previous night. "I wonder what it could mean..." he thought quietly to himself as he jumped the stairs two at a time. It wasn't that it was strange for Harry to dream about girls...He liked them very much... But this girl was no crush, and he wondered if maybe this dream, like some of his others, was prophetic.
He shook the girl from his mind and sat down at the table. Uncle Vernon was sitting at the table, he face hidden beneath a newspaper and a cup of coffee in one hand. Aunt Petunia was daintily sipping hot tea, and Dudley was staring down at the Fruit&Grain bar that was placed in front of him. He picked up with a fat hand, and sniffed it. "Mummy...this thing wouldn't that nasty owl up in Harry's room..." He took it without unwrapping it and heaved it towad the television set in the kitchen. Causing the antenna to flip sideways and the television to turn a fuzzy black and white. Only when this occured did Uncle Vernon notice anything was askew, and roared "BOY, what do you think your doing throwing around food like that?! Were you born in a barn?!" Harry stifled mad giggles as he took a look around the table. Aunt Petunia had always had the uncanny ability to look like an osterach and a giraffe at the same time. Uncle Vernon, with his thick neck, always seemed like a wild boar or some other loud, fat animal. And Dudley, almost certainly, could pass for a barn-yard pig. "What's so funny, you?" Uncle Vernon grunted towards Harry's direction. "Oh, nothing..." Harry covered quickly, and for the most part successfully.
"Oh!" Petunia gasped. "I didn't even notice you... There's some cottege chesse on the counter. You can eat that..." Harry stood up, and slouched over to the counter. There, lying in a blue bowl was the cottege cheese. Harry always thought it looked like tiny pieces of paper, put into a bowl of glue. He took it to the table and sighed as he put a spoon into the bowl, scooped some, and forced into his mouth. He forced it down, and repeated the same thing for maybe ten more mouthfuls. When he couldn't eat any more, he rose, but the dish in the sink, and walked up to his room and shut the door.
Inside his room, Harry put his back against the door and whispered to himself "Only a few more weeks..." and then noticed an odd feathery clump on his bed. "Pig!" Harry yelped, causeing Pig to go haywire. As Harry quickly quieted him down, he untied the parchment from his foot. He opened up the note and read it:
Hi Harry!
What's up? It's pretty boring at our house. Except Fred and George are coming up with some great joke candy, you'll crack up when you see it, I reckon. Anyway, mum said that if you wanted to come over some time soon, that would be fine. Hermione's already here. Except all she talks about is Viktor...not that I'm jealous or anything. Because I'm not. Write back as soon as you get this and let us know if your comeing over.
Ron
