A Cali Narhim

This is a strange tale. I'm bored so time to WRITE! "WAKE UP!" aunt Petunia screeched, pounding on Harry's door. "We don't have all day, now GET UP!" "Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry grumbled, rolling out of bed. He wasn't enjoying his vacation, as usual. He would usually to go to Mrs. Figg's house, but she hadn't been seen all summer. Uncle Vernon thinks she's dead.I wouldn't doubt it, she was pretty old. As Harry descended the stairs he heard Uncle Vernon saying, "Where's that BOY, I need my TEA!" "I'm right here uncle Vernon." He bluntly replied, getting the tea bags out. Petunia had started telling Vernon about the latest gossip, when There came a knock at the door. "OH that's right, I invited Marge over. Dudley, go answer the door while Harry goes."Vernon paused, waiting for Harry to finish his statement. "My room, pretending I don't exist, like usual." Harry grumbled, quickly rushing toward the stairs. After he was safely in his room, Harry lifted the loose floorboards revealing his Birthday presents. He lifted Sirius' gift. Only Sirius would buy me an Animageous book. Thank GOD Mrs. Weasley baked me a large cake this year. What's that? He thought, lifting a package that was lying on his bed. "'Mr. Potter'" he read aloud, "'Your mother left this in my possession when they went into hiding. She wanted you to have it on your seventeenth Birthday. Sincerely, Severus Snape.' SNAPE sent me a present?!" He set the box on his bed and carefully started unwrapping it. Whoa!