None of the characters in my fan fiction belong
to me, all to J.K. Rowling.
Summary: Harry get a letter from Ron telling
him that staying with him that summer isn't going to happen. So Harry packs his
bags, and heads over to Hermione. But as their relationship advances, they
forget about their other best friend, which might bring drastic results.
Author Notes: This definitely is
probably not going to be my best fan fiction yet, but please don't get
discouraged. I really want you to read and review! Please!!! J
Summer
by Kerri Black
PROLOUGUE
Harry Potter
looked impatiently out the window of his small bedroom for what seemed like the
tenth time. There was nothing there. The night remained calm and blue, without
a moment's interruption.
Harry scowled
at this. Screw silent and peaceful, that's not what he wanted. Where was Ron? I
mean, the boy had been given permission to fly the Weasley's new car to
pick up Harry for the summer, so he thought he would jumped right on the
opportunity. But yet, there was still no sign of him.
Harry,
getting discouraged, through down his schoolbag, which he had been holding, and
plopped down on his bed. He closed his eyes, wanting them to go to sleep,
wanting his whole body to go to sleep, but it wasn't working. He was too mad at
Ron to sleep at the present moment.
Or was it
anger? He didn't really think it to be that--more like worry, anticipation. I
mean, after all, Ron was one of his best friends, there was no way he would
stop worrying about--
OOF.
Something
small and hard landed very forcefully on Harry's stomach. Harry gasped,
struggling for air, and quickly pulled himself up. Off his stomach rolled a
small, tennis ball looking thing that was carrying an overlarge note in its
beak.
"Pig?"
Harry whispered, for he didn't want to wake the Dursleys. Harry still had
trouble understanding why Ron had named his 5-millimeter owl Pig, for it looked
nothing like one. Huh, 'Pig' should see Dudley; that would show him a real
fatso there…
"OUCH!"
Harry shrieked, as the impatient bird bit him incessantly on his lower leg,
"All right, all right, I get the picture…" and with that, he grabbed
the letter from Pig's beak, threw him an Owl Treat, and set back down on his
bed to read it.
Harry,
This
letter should be getting to you about the time I should be there to pick you
up. Sorry
to break
it to ya', mate, but it looks like you and Hermione are going to have to suffer
not
coming
over to visit at The Burrow for a while. Something horrible has come up, which
completely
wiped out the idea of you two visiting. In fact, the chances are slim of you
even being
able to visit at all this summer. Wish I could tell you what's happened, but
my Dad
told me to keep it a secret until he says I can tell you. Blimey, I don't even
know
if Ginny
and I will be starting at Hogwarts at the right time. Yep, it's that bad. Well,
I
guess I'll
talk to you later.
Ron
Harry folded
the letter, question after question filling his vacant mind. 'What's wrong
with Ron?' Was the first question that popped up, naturally, because, as I've
already told you, he cared too much about his friend to get angry with him. He
was about to write back and ask what was wrong, when another thought popped up:
'You'll have to stay with the Dursleys longer, maybe even the whole summer.'
Harry jumped
p, realizing this, and threw the letter across the room, "AHHHH!" He
yelled, making Hedwig snap out of her slumber, and Pig to fall off the chair he
had been sitting on. Pig, wondering what was wrong, annoyingly buzzed up right
into Harry's face, and Harry angrily yelled, "GET OUT OF HERE! And I
haven't got any money for you either!"
Pig, after
irritably biting the tip of Harry's nose, rose to the window, and flew away
into the starry night. Once Pig had disappeared, Hedwig flew over to his owner,
and gave him an affectionate nip on the pinky finger. Harry raised his head
weakly, smiled, and then said, "Here, I want you to send something to
Hermi--" But before Harry could finish his sentence, his face became dazed
over, and his facial features relaxed, "Ahhh…yes…Hermione."
And with
that, he popped up, and ran over to his cardboard desk that Mr. Dursley had
carelessly put together after his other had broken. He barely had a chance to
draw out a piece of parchment and a quill, when another owl landed with a thump
on his desk.
Harry spilled
his inkbottle at this, and Hedwig turned her behind on the visitor, showing the
disapproval to owls that didn't know how to do their job.
"What,
is this the night for me to be bombarded by owls?" Harry bellowed, but
then quieted down when he heard three loud snores from the room next door. He
grabbed the letter from the tawny owl, which helped itself to some Owl Treats,
then sat down comfortably on Harry's miniscule bed.
Harry ripped
open the letter, realizing the handwriting to be Hermione's. He threw aside the
orange envolope (While thinking to himself, 'orange?') and eagerly began
on the letter.
Dear
Harry,
Greetings
from London! Anyhow, I just for Ron's letter in the mail, which came as very
disapproving
news. I always look forward to staying there, but oh well. Anyway, I was w
wondering
if you would like to come over to my house and stay for the summer. (Harry's
heart jumped
to his throat as his stomach filled with butterflies.) I mean, you've never
been
before, and I know you would like to meet my family. And I'm also sure you
would
jump at
any chance to leave the Dursleys. (She was right about that--Harry would have
gone to stay
with Lavender if he had had no other choice.) You don't have too, it's just
a
thought.
But, please, right back as soon as possible. No, scratch that, if you can stay,
get
your stuff
together right now, and hold on tight to that envolope over there, as it will
become a
Portkey at exactly 2 am. Well, better go, don't want you to miss the Portkey.
Hopefully
I'll see you soon!
Love from,
Hermione
P.S. Sorry
about the burnt edge, Josh and Jon tried to do magic with my wand, and it
didn't work. J
Harry,
wondering who Josh and Jon were, nearly went through the ceiling when he finished
the letter, but deciding that he didn't want to get in any more trouble with
the Dursley's then he already was (for God knows what), he sent a quick glance
at the clock on his bedside table.
"1:58!"
Harry cursed loudly, as he scrambled around the room. He began collecting his
things, telling Hedwig in a rush where he would be, and for her to just fly
there. She jumped gratefully at this opportunity, and flew gracefully out the
window. As he was closing his trunk, and grabbing his schoolbag and Hedwig's
cage, the clock in the Dursley's living room began chiming 2 o'clock. Dudley
stirred.
"Come
on, come on," he muttered to himself, and just as a green light
emitted from the Portkey, Harry had grabbed it, and he was off.
AN: Ok, I
know, crappy prologue, but I hope to get Chapter 1 up soon. Ch.1 should be
longer, so if you liked this, you should like the chapter better! Kerri Black
None of the characters in my
fan fiction belong to me, all to J.K. Rowling.