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* * * * * * * * * Chapter 1 - Six More Days * * * * * * * * *
Harry leaned out of his window, feeling the summer night's breeze brush across his skin. A shiver went down his spine. A small hoot from behind him alerted him that Hedwig, his snowy-white owl, wanted out of his cage. He poked his finger in the cage, and Hedwig nipped him with his beak. Harry hadn't talked to Sirius for a while, and decided he would send Hedwig to his exiled Godfather and tell him what was happening.
Dear Sirius, It seems like August 3rd won't come soon enough. I can't wait! That's when Ron is coming to pick me up so we can go to Bulgaria to visit his brother. Even though it is still six days away, I have every thing packed, and I sent them a letter telling them not to come by Floo powder, so instead, Mr. Weasley got a company car and they will pick me up.
How have you been? I haven't heard from you in two weeks, and began to get worried, so I am just checking in. I hope you and Beaky are doing well together. Well, I'll talk to you later; I'm going to bed. Stay safe!
Love, Harry
Hedwig stood there patiently as Harry tied the letter to his foot, and he hooted in appreciation for the delivery. Hedwig hated being caged up for long periods of time, and was becoming quite restless. He took a last gulp of water, fluttered his wings, and took off. Harry watched him fly away until he was lost in the stars. Harry shut his window, took off his sweater, and crawled in to bed; only 6 more days. He pulled his sheets over his head, rolled over, and dozed off.
As Harry awoke the next day, it was to Dudley, his obese cousin, banging at his door. "Harry! Open your door!" He got up, and cracked open his door. "What do you want, fatty?" "You have to cook us breakfast, and I'm getting hungry!" Harry grunted, and closed his door. As he put on a hand-me-down shirt, he headed down stairs. He heard Dudley exclaim to his mother, Petunia, "Harry called me fat!! Mommy, will you take away his breakfast?"
For some reason, Dudley thought taking Harry's food was the best way to make him suffer, but, now, every summer, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione each sent a parcel to him full of cookies, donuts, and meat pies. Mrs. Weasley's cooking was his favorite, and her minced beef pies were enough to sustain him for the summer.
"Harry, don't call Dudley fat, or else you wont be going with your friend later this summer! Its not his fault, he's a growing boy!" He's growing all right; soon, Uncle Vernon will have to look at new beds for the brute, he thought. As Harry grinned to himself, he pulled out a pan and started to fry some eggs. Dudley waited impatiently at the table, yelling at Harry to hurry up. Petunia tried to comfort him by putting a glass of chocolate milk in front of him.
As Harry forked over two eggs to each of their plates, Dudley sneered at him. Harry thought, the day he can perform magic out of school without getting in trouble is the day Dudley will pay. He wiped the grease out of the pan, put it in their dishwasher, and strode upstairs. Just as he walked in his room, he noticed something zooming right towards him. A tennis ball sized creature, gray feathers, he recognized it to be Pig, Ron's owl. He pulled the letter off it's leg, and propped it on the bar inside Hedwig's cage. He sat down at his desk as he carefully opened the letter. It read -
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been? Muggles feeding you all right? Hope their treating you well. Well, we have it all arranged! We will pick you up at 6 AM on August 3rd, and head back to the Burrow. We will spend two or three days there, and then we will go visit Charlie by Floo. This is going to be the best vacation ever! We will stop in London before so you can pick up some money, and were going to do our school shopping, just in case the vacation goes on longer then expected. See You In A Week, Ron
Well, five days until he escapes here for another year. What should he do? Trunk packed, owl gone. Time to start summer homework. He pried up the loose floorboard from his room and took out the remainder of a box of donuts Hermione sent him. The donuts were going stale, considering they were about two weeks old, but the sugar tasted nice compared to his burnt rubbish the Dursleys gave him for breakfast. As he took a bite out of a chocolate donut, he thought what they might do in Bulgaria. Ron said there were ancient wizarding villages there. Maybe some would be something like Hogsmeade, only with merchandise from that country. He thought to himself he would take out a lot of gold from his vault at Gringott's. Maybe 50 galleons, and with that much, he could buy the Weasley's a nice present. They were, after all, rescuing him from hell.
* * * * * * * * * Chapter 1 - Six More Days * * * * * * * * *
Harry leaned out of his window, feeling the summer night's breeze brush across his skin. A shiver went down his spine. A small hoot from behind him alerted him that Hedwig, his snowy-white owl, wanted out of his cage. He poked his finger in the cage, and Hedwig nipped him with his beak. Harry hadn't talked to Sirius for a while, and decided he would send Hedwig to his exiled Godfather and tell him what was happening.
Dear Sirius, It seems like August 3rd won't come soon enough. I can't wait! That's when Ron is coming to pick me up so we can go to Bulgaria to visit his brother. Even though it is still six days away, I have every thing packed, and I sent them a letter telling them not to come by Floo powder, so instead, Mr. Weasley got a company car and they will pick me up.
How have you been? I haven't heard from you in two weeks, and began to get worried, so I am just checking in. I hope you and Beaky are doing well together. Well, I'll talk to you later; I'm going to bed. Stay safe!
Love, Harry
Hedwig stood there patiently as Harry tied the letter to his foot, and he hooted in appreciation for the delivery. Hedwig hated being caged up for long periods of time, and was becoming quite restless. He took a last gulp of water, fluttered his wings, and took off. Harry watched him fly away until he was lost in the stars. Harry shut his window, took off his sweater, and crawled in to bed; only 6 more days. He pulled his sheets over his head, rolled over, and dozed off.
As Harry awoke the next day, it was to Dudley, his obese cousin, banging at his door. "Harry! Open your door!" He got up, and cracked open his door. "What do you want, fatty?" "You have to cook us breakfast, and I'm getting hungry!" Harry grunted, and closed his door. As he put on a hand-me-down shirt, he headed down stairs. He heard Dudley exclaim to his mother, Petunia, "Harry called me fat!! Mommy, will you take away his breakfast?"
For some reason, Dudley thought taking Harry's food was the best way to make him suffer, but, now, every summer, Mrs. Weasley and Hermione each sent a parcel to him full of cookies, donuts, and meat pies. Mrs. Weasley's cooking was his favorite, and her minced beef pies were enough to sustain him for the summer.
"Harry, don't call Dudley fat, or else you wont be going with your friend later this summer! Its not his fault, he's a growing boy!" He's growing all right; soon, Uncle Vernon will have to look at new beds for the brute, he thought. As Harry grinned to himself, he pulled out a pan and started to fry some eggs. Dudley waited impatiently at the table, yelling at Harry to hurry up. Petunia tried to comfort him by putting a glass of chocolate milk in front of him.
As Harry forked over two eggs to each of their plates, Dudley sneered at him. Harry thought, the day he can perform magic out of school without getting in trouble is the day Dudley will pay. He wiped the grease out of the pan, put it in their dishwasher, and strode upstairs. Just as he walked in his room, he noticed something zooming right towards him. A tennis ball sized creature, gray feathers, he recognized it to be Pig, Ron's owl. He pulled the letter off it's leg, and propped it on the bar inside Hedwig's cage. He sat down at his desk as he carefully opened the letter. It read -
Dear Harry,
How has your summer been? Muggles feeding you all right? Hope their treating you well. Well, we have it all arranged! We will pick you up at 6 AM on August 3rd, and head back to the Burrow. We will spend two or three days there, and then we will go visit Charlie by Floo. This is going to be the best vacation ever! We will stop in London before so you can pick up some money, and were going to do our school shopping, just in case the vacation goes on longer then expected. See You In A Week, Ron
Well, five days until he escapes here for another year. What should he do? Trunk packed, owl gone. Time to start summer homework. He pried up the loose floorboard from his room and took out the remainder of a box of donuts Hermione sent him. The donuts were going stale, considering they were about two weeks old, but the sugar tasted nice compared to his burnt rubbish the Dursleys gave him for breakfast. As he took a bite out of a chocolate donut, he thought what they might do in Bulgaria. Ron said there were ancient wizarding villages there. Maybe some would be something like Hogsmeade, only with merchandise from that country. He thought to himself he would take out a lot of gold from his vault at Gringott's. Maybe 50 galleons, and with that much, he could buy the Weasley's a nice present. They were, after all, rescuing him from hell.