Harry stared outside his window seal and saw a small blurry figure in
the air.. He couldn't make out what it was at first but after he polished
his glasses and fixes them on again, the figure was identified. It was none
other than his own snowy white owl, Hedwig. Clutched in Hedwig's claws was
a scrunched up piece of parchment. Harry unlocks his window and eagerly let
Hedwig in, because beside Hedwig, Harry had no other being to socialize
with. The Dursleys was human, but Harry rather get locked in a cage with
full of snakes than start a common friendly normal conversation with the
Dursleys.
Hedwig landed the parchment on Harry's desk, and settled back in his
cage for a drink and a long nap. She had been flying all night. Harry
patted Hedwig and unrolled the bad conditioned paper. He immediately
recognizes the handwriting and the faded color of the ink. It was his best
friend, Ron's. It was really messed up and hard to read, but Harry forced
to understanding it because (even though Harry hasn't a clue about what the
content is) it had made Harry's day after cleaning up the Dursley's
(extremely exhausting). It wasn't that long. The writing reads.
Dear Harry, Just writin to ask you how you're doin, and if you are still alive? So, how are you doin? My family here is doin great! Harry, one more thing, this is pretty embarrassing to say, me and Hermione have been posting posts back and forth for sometime now and I think I'm beginning to fall for her (if you know what I mean, like you to Cho). I know it's unbelievable and everythin but she seems so sweet in her letters, so what do you think I should do? I can't tell her, she'll never stop laughing, (I know you wouldn't too) but I seem to really like her! More, much more than I use to. Sigh! Anyway, what's the plan for our meeting in Diagon Alley? Post me back to ensure me that you're still alive.
Ps: I'll send you some Floo Powder to come here
Ron
Ron was right, Harry couldn't stop laughing and so won't Hermione. Harry put the letter aside and reaches for a parchment and his quill and begins writing.
Dear Ron, Well, first of all, I am still breathing. Thanks for the concern. And second of all, you are right, I can't seem to stop laughing. Is that some kind of a joke? You can't even stand being in a room with Hermione. and it has been 5 years. Why now? Why Hermione? Anyway, the Dursleys and myself couldn't be happier for me to get out of here, so probably I will meet you there on the first of August. I will be spending the rest of the holidays there, I hope. Anyway, give my love to your family. And I will meet you there.
Harry Harry rolled the parchment and turns his gaze to Hedwig. She seems to be comfortable with her nap. Harry knew Hedwig had a long journey that night, so Harry made his desk and get a goodnight sleep, having his last laugh about Ron liking Hermione for that night, turn of his bed lamp and shut his eyes to dreamland. That night, he dreamt about Cho, again.
- Hi!! This is a pretty long fan fiction and I hope you guys like it, it's my first time doing this, and I'm pretty nervous and excited (I'll try to keep up the work, but I'm not always in the mood, so don't freak if there is no updates for a long time, and I regret that and send my apologies, (whatever)) oh yeah,(anyways) I know its still early and everything, but please, pretty please, with a bright red fresh cherry on top, send me a review, thanks a bunch, you guys are the best, rock out! -
Dear Harry, Just writin to ask you how you're doin, and if you are still alive? So, how are you doin? My family here is doin great! Harry, one more thing, this is pretty embarrassing to say, me and Hermione have been posting posts back and forth for sometime now and I think I'm beginning to fall for her (if you know what I mean, like you to Cho). I know it's unbelievable and everythin but she seems so sweet in her letters, so what do you think I should do? I can't tell her, she'll never stop laughing, (I know you wouldn't too) but I seem to really like her! More, much more than I use to. Sigh! Anyway, what's the plan for our meeting in Diagon Alley? Post me back to ensure me that you're still alive.
Ps: I'll send you some Floo Powder to come here
Ron
Ron was right, Harry couldn't stop laughing and so won't Hermione. Harry put the letter aside and reaches for a parchment and his quill and begins writing.
Dear Ron, Well, first of all, I am still breathing. Thanks for the concern. And second of all, you are right, I can't seem to stop laughing. Is that some kind of a joke? You can't even stand being in a room with Hermione. and it has been 5 years. Why now? Why Hermione? Anyway, the Dursleys and myself couldn't be happier for me to get out of here, so probably I will meet you there on the first of August. I will be spending the rest of the holidays there, I hope. Anyway, give my love to your family. And I will meet you there.
Harry Harry rolled the parchment and turns his gaze to Hedwig. She seems to be comfortable with her nap. Harry knew Hedwig had a long journey that night, so Harry made his desk and get a goodnight sleep, having his last laugh about Ron liking Hermione for that night, turn of his bed lamp and shut his eyes to dreamland. That night, he dreamt about Cho, again.
- Hi!! This is a pretty long fan fiction and I hope you guys like it, it's my first time doing this, and I'm pretty nervous and excited (I'll try to keep up the work, but I'm not always in the mood, so don't freak if there is no updates for a long time, and I regret that and send my apologies, (whatever)) oh yeah,(anyways) I know its still early and everything, but please, pretty please, with a bright red fresh cherry on top, send me a review, thanks a bunch, you guys are the best, rock out! -
