Disclaimer: None of the characters from the Harry Potter Books belong to
me...
They belong to J.K. Rowling and always will....
Harry Potter sat up in bed, his hand clutching at his forehead. The nightmare that had woken him up was receding fast, but not the memory of the frightened feeling that had seemed to plague his sleep for the past few weeks. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and slipped them on. Blinking to clear his eyes, the room slowly came into focus. The clock on the night table read 2:54 in bright red numbers. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to slow his racing heart. He swung his feet out of bed and stumbled over to his dresser and mirror.
Bright green eyes stared out of a pale face covered by Ebony hair. Stiff from sleep, his hair was worse than usual, sticking up all over his head. He ran his hand over it, pulling it off his face. A small scar in the shape of a lightening bolt stood out on his forehead looking dark red in comparison to his pale face. It looked insignificant but it was this scar that made Harry famous.
You see, Harry was no ordinary person, not by any means. He was in fact a wizard. He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was about to enter his seventh and last year there.
Pushing himself away from the dresser, he walked to his desk and sat down and turned on his desk lamp, pulling a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink towards him at the same time. He thought about writing to his friend and mentor, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and lead player in the fight against Lord Voldemort, but quickly changed his mind, sure that his nightmare was nothing to be concerned about.
Instead he began to dash out a note to his best friend, Ron Weasley.
Ron,
How's it going? Not too bad here. The Dursley's aren't being too horrible.. They pretty much just ignore me. What do you think the chances are of me being able to come and stay at your house for the rest of the summer? Think you mum and dad would go for it?
Have you talked to Hermione lately? Haven't heard from her since she left to go to Egypt... Hope she's having fun.
Ok, well, that's all for now. Let me know what your parents think!
Later,
1 Harry
Harry rolled up his letter and tied it with a string, then placed it to the side so it would be ready to go when his owl, Hedwig, came back from hunting.
He turned out the light and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over him. Pulling off his glasses, he placed them on his table. The numbers on the clock now read 3:17.
Closing his eyes, he laid his head down on the pillow and tried to think of his friends. His last thought before he fell asleep again, was of Ron and Hermione, and his wish that he would be allowed to stay with Ron the rest of the summer vacation.
A/N: ok guys, read and review if you would... please, no flames... Only constructive criticism
They belong to J.K. Rowling and always will....
Harry Potter sat up in bed, his hand clutching at his forehead. The nightmare that had woken him up was receding fast, but not the memory of the frightened feeling that had seemed to plague his sleep for the past few weeks. He reached for his glasses on the bedside table and slipped them on. Blinking to clear his eyes, the room slowly came into focus. The clock on the night table read 2:54 in bright red numbers. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, trying to slow his racing heart. He swung his feet out of bed and stumbled over to his dresser and mirror.
Bright green eyes stared out of a pale face covered by Ebony hair. Stiff from sleep, his hair was worse than usual, sticking up all over his head. He ran his hand over it, pulling it off his face. A small scar in the shape of a lightening bolt stood out on his forehead looking dark red in comparison to his pale face. It looked insignificant but it was this scar that made Harry famous.
You see, Harry was no ordinary person, not by any means. He was in fact a wizard. He attended Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and was about to enter his seventh and last year there.
Pushing himself away from the dresser, he walked to his desk and sat down and turned on his desk lamp, pulling a piece of parchment, a quill, and some ink towards him at the same time. He thought about writing to his friend and mentor, Albus Dumbledore, Headmaster of Hogwarts and lead player in the fight against Lord Voldemort, but quickly changed his mind, sure that his nightmare was nothing to be concerned about.
Instead he began to dash out a note to his best friend, Ron Weasley.
Ron,
How's it going? Not too bad here. The Dursley's aren't being too horrible.. They pretty much just ignore me. What do you think the chances are of me being able to come and stay at your house for the rest of the summer? Think you mum and dad would go for it?
Have you talked to Hermione lately? Haven't heard from her since she left to go to Egypt... Hope she's having fun.
Ok, well, that's all for now. Let me know what your parents think!
Later,
1 Harry
Harry rolled up his letter and tied it with a string, then placed it to the side so it would be ready to go when his owl, Hedwig, came back from hunting.
He turned out the light and crawled back into bed, pulling the covers over him. Pulling off his glasses, he placed them on his table. The numbers on the clock now read 3:17.
Closing his eyes, he laid his head down on the pillow and tried to think of his friends. His last thought before he fell asleep again, was of Ron and Hermione, and his wish that he would be allowed to stay with Ron the rest of the summer vacation.
A/N: ok guys, read and review if you would... please, no flames... Only constructive criticism