1 Ch 5 Perfect Red
The next morning Harry spent packing for his trip. He decided he'd be going today because there were clouds covering the sky and rain pouring. While in the middle of putting his books in, Vernon slammed on his door. Harry slowly strolled toward the door, knowing just how annoyed Vernon would be, and opened the door.
"Yes?" Harry asked semi-politely.
Scanning the bare room, Vernon said in a voice like the calm before the storm, "Where do you think you are going?"
"Well, I should think that would be obvious," Harry said.
He exploded.
"Tell me where the bloody hell you think you're going!"
"I'm going to Ron's house for the rest of the summer, of course," Harry said calmly. "Don't you want me to go? You haven't taken a liking to me, now, have you?" he said with a grin.
"N-no!" he sputtered. "I can't wai-wait for you to get out of my h- house. But, I, uh, oh hell; get out of my sight as soon as possible," and with that he slammed the door in Harry's still grinning face.
Shaking his head in satisfaction, Harry finished packing the last of his books and clothes. He picked up his chest and Hedwig's cage and, with Hedwig following behind, slowly walked down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring the glances from Petunia.
He set down his pulled out his Z3. He looked around to be sure no one was watching, then pressed the transport button.
When it stopped growing, Harry put his stuff and Hedwig into the car and stepped in himself. He pulled out of the driveway and cheerfully waved at the faces of the Dursleys looking out of various windows. He slowly began to drive away and pressed the invisibility booster and gained joy from watching the Dursleys' startled reactions.
Slowly gaining altitude, Harry took out the map he had stored in his glove compartment. Scanning it, Harry realized that he had no idea where the Burrow was.
Harry began to panic, racking his brain, trying to remember how he got to Ron's house in his second year. He had been being mistreated at the Dursleys, so Ron and his twin brothers, Fred and George, came in their father's flying car to take him to their house. Unfortunately, he couldn't recall how he got there.
As suddenly as he had begun to panic, he began to relax. It was obvious: the magical cell phone. Harry pulled it out of the glove compartment and scanned the people he had entered and found Ron. He looked through the information that had been magically stored when he had entered Ron onto the phone and found where he lived. Surprisingly, he found a map to get there too!
Feeling much better, Harry turned the wheel northwest and headed to Ron's home.
His thoughts grew and his mind became clouded with them when suddenly he heard, "Hey kid? Can you tell me where we are?"
With a strangled yell Harry looked around and found, outside his window, a wizard, he must be, flying on a broomstick. A Nimbus 2002 Harry noticed. The wizard had sandy blond hair, an angular face, and… red eyes? He quickly put his car on autopilot and answered him.
"Uh, uh yeah," Harry stuttered out. "We're flying over-"
"Wait! Are you Harry Potter?" When Harry nodded he said, "I knew it! I was sent here to find you!"
"Find me? Why?" Harry said. He was calming down a bit from his shock but the red eyes still kind of freaked him out.
"Why? Because Professor Dumbledore wanted a letter delivered by me personally."
"Letter? What letter?"
The man into his cloak pocket and pulled out a letter addressed to him in green ink.
"There you go. I'll see you at school, Harry," he added as he flew off.
Next year? What did he mean by that? Harry quickly opened the letter and read:
Harry Potter, you have been chosen to become a Perfect for this school year. When you reach Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Please report to Professor Dumbledore's office corridor for instructions.
Fare Thee Well,
Proffesor Dumbledore
"Perfect?" Harry reached back into the envelope and pulled out a silver medal with the shinny word "Perfect" in bold capital letters.
"Ron is never going to believe this!"
The next morning Harry spent packing for his trip. He decided he'd be going today because there were clouds covering the sky and rain pouring. While in the middle of putting his books in, Vernon slammed on his door. Harry slowly strolled toward the door, knowing just how annoyed Vernon would be, and opened the door.
"Yes?" Harry asked semi-politely.
Scanning the bare room, Vernon said in a voice like the calm before the storm, "Where do you think you are going?"
"Well, I should think that would be obvious," Harry said.
He exploded.
"Tell me where the bloody hell you think you're going!"
"I'm going to Ron's house for the rest of the summer, of course," Harry said calmly. "Don't you want me to go? You haven't taken a liking to me, now, have you?" he said with a grin.
"N-no!" he sputtered. "I can't wai-wait for you to get out of my h- house. But, I, uh, oh hell; get out of my sight as soon as possible," and with that he slammed the door in Harry's still grinning face.
Shaking his head in satisfaction, Harry finished packing the last of his books and clothes. He picked up his chest and Hedwig's cage and, with Hedwig following behind, slowly walked down the stairs and out the front door, ignoring the glances from Petunia.
He set down his pulled out his Z3. He looked around to be sure no one was watching, then pressed the transport button.
When it stopped growing, Harry put his stuff and Hedwig into the car and stepped in himself. He pulled out of the driveway and cheerfully waved at the faces of the Dursleys looking out of various windows. He slowly began to drive away and pressed the invisibility booster and gained joy from watching the Dursleys' startled reactions.
Slowly gaining altitude, Harry took out the map he had stored in his glove compartment. Scanning it, Harry realized that he had no idea where the Burrow was.
Harry began to panic, racking his brain, trying to remember how he got to Ron's house in his second year. He had been being mistreated at the Dursleys, so Ron and his twin brothers, Fred and George, came in their father's flying car to take him to their house. Unfortunately, he couldn't recall how he got there.
As suddenly as he had begun to panic, he began to relax. It was obvious: the magical cell phone. Harry pulled it out of the glove compartment and scanned the people he had entered and found Ron. He looked through the information that had been magically stored when he had entered Ron onto the phone and found where he lived. Surprisingly, he found a map to get there too!
Feeling much better, Harry turned the wheel northwest and headed to Ron's home.
His thoughts grew and his mind became clouded with them when suddenly he heard, "Hey kid? Can you tell me where we are?"
With a strangled yell Harry looked around and found, outside his window, a wizard, he must be, flying on a broomstick. A Nimbus 2002 Harry noticed. The wizard had sandy blond hair, an angular face, and… red eyes? He quickly put his car on autopilot and answered him.
"Uh, uh yeah," Harry stuttered out. "We're flying over-"
"Wait! Are you Harry Potter?" When Harry nodded he said, "I knew it! I was sent here to find you!"
"Find me? Why?" Harry said. He was calming down a bit from his shock but the red eyes still kind of freaked him out.
"Why? Because Professor Dumbledore wanted a letter delivered by me personally."
"Letter? What letter?"
The man into his cloak pocket and pulled out a letter addressed to him in green ink.
"There you go. I'll see you at school, Harry," he added as he flew off.
Next year? What did he mean by that? Harry quickly opened the letter and read:
Harry Potter, you have been chosen to become a Perfect for this school year. When you reach Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Please report to Professor Dumbledore's office corridor for instructions.
Fare Thee Well,
Proffesor Dumbledore
"Perfect?" Harry reached back into the envelope and pulled out a silver medal with the shinny word "Perfect" in bold capital letters.
"Ron is never going to believe this!"