Disclaimer: We (Emma and WickedWitch) do NOT own Harry Potter. It belongs to
J.K. Rowling and whatever publishing house bought rights to her books. So,
don't sue us I (WickedWitch) am 15 and have NO money and i'm pretty sure
that Emma (who is 13) doesn't have an either. So suing us is absolutly
pointless. Oh the plot and Kat do belong to us and thus you must ask to
them...or rather her...I think...@@...yeahI am soooooo weird.
Harry put the trash in the trash can and went back inside with a big grin on
his face. A muggle girl, a pretty muggle girl, and he himself was meeting
with her tomorrow. Maybe this summer wouldn't be so bad after all.
"What the bloody hell were you doing out there" Uncle Vernon yelled from
behind his newspaper.
"I was talking to a girl." Harry said shrugging his shoulders.
"A what!" Vernon laughed putting down his newspaper and chuckling. "What
girl in their right mind would want to talk to you?"
Harry didn't respond to this, instead he walked away with his head down to
make it look like his Uncle had hurt his feelings, when in fact he was
extremely happy, so happy that his heart was jumping with joy. This time
tomorrow he would be at her house! He had never been to any muggle house
other than the one he lived in. He could hardly wait!
The day passed quickly and it was soon the next morning. Harry was exhausted
because he didn't get any sleep the night before. He was much too busy
preparing himself for his day with Kat and wondering if she was doing the
same.
He got up to find that the Dursleys' had already left. There was no note on
the counter saying where they had gone, what time they'd be back and if
there was anything for lunch. That would be much too nice. Instead there was
a bruised apple on the kitchen counter and a note telling him to do the
dishes and the laundry. He looked up at the clock and sighed. It's
nine-o-clock, that gives me two hours. What am I going to do for two hours?
He contemplated his choices and with that he sat on the couch, picked up the
remote and flipped through the channels. For once I get to watch what I
want. The couch was quit comfortable, so comfortable that he felt the need
to lie down, "a little nap wouldn't hurt" he said to himself. Then he closed
he eyes.
Waking up suddenly from a dream he looked up to the clock. He blinked for a
moment trying to comprehend what he saw. That can't be right, he thought to
himself. It was eleven thirty.
A.N. This was orginaly going to be part of chapter 1 but something along the way got messed up. Oh, and
chapter 2 should be here soon. Spiffyness!!!