Title: Normal
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it were mine do you honestly think that I would be writing fan fiction for it? The only thing that I own is the plot, and Ivy.
And thank-you to my beta-reader Moraco, who is also a very good fan fiction writer.
Rating: PG13, for "inappropriate" language .
Summary: After the war with you-know-who. Harry starts wondering what it would be like to be Normal. Then one night he has a strange dream. A girl was in it. Then the next day a new student comes to Hogwarts.
{.} Harry's thought's.
~*~*~*~*Chapter 1- The Dursley's~*~*~*~*
"BOY!!!" Harry sighed, as he woke up to the sound of his uncle roaring at him, from the kitchen.
"Coming Uncle Vernon!" He called out of the door to his room.
He walked over and pulled on some pants and a shirt, that was five sizes to big for him, over his black boxer shorts, stuffed a few owl pellets in Hedwig's cage, and went down the stairs to be greeted with a growl from his Uncle.
"That is the second time this week that you are late for breakfast! Next time we will just give Dudley your breakfast, and you will have to starve, until lunch," Harry's Uncle spat at him.
{Like it matters, you already give half of it to him.} But Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a tawny owl fluttering outside of the window. Harry recognized it as Pig, Harry's best friend's owl.
"Stupid, fucking owl, take it boy before the neighbors see it," Vernon growled at Harry.
Harry grabbed the over-excited owl, and went back upstairs to his room.
"Calm down, Pig, come, oh come on." Harry was getting really frustrated with the over-excited owl, as he tried to pry the note attached to his leg. After he fought for about five minutes with the tiny owl, he got the note off of Pig.
It read: Harry, Guess what? Dad got tickets to a Chudley Cannons game! And I asked mum, if you could come with us, she said yes! So, you ask the muggles if you can come with us, and we'll pick you up at noon tomorrow. Hermione is coming with us to!
Ron
Harry re-read it, then he flung himself down the stairs, he was pounding so much, it sounded like Dudley was coming down the stairs. Harry rushed in through the kitchen doors, and practically yelled, out "Canigowithrontoseeaquiddichgameplease???"
He said it so fast it came out as one word. Petunia and Vernon stared dumbly at them, {Rather suits them.} Harry thought.
"What are you babbling on about now?" Petunia asked raising her already high head, yet higher into the air.
"My friend Ron asked me to go see a Quidditch game with him, can I go PLEASE???"
"Quid what?" Petunia asked.
"Quidditch. It's a really popular game played in the wiz. my world," he answered her.
"Will you be staying the rest of the summer at those people's house?"
"Yes," he answered way to fast, "Please can I go???"
"Fine, whatever, when are they coming to get you?"
"Noon tomorrow." He finished, then rushed up the stairs to pack his stuff, and write a note to Ron.
Ron
I can go! See you tomorrow! Harry.
Harry was so relieved, that he could go. This would be his second real quidditch game that he would see.
The rest of the day passed in a complete blur, it went by so fast.
AN: Hey what do you think? Good, or bad? The idea came to me *like that* Well you know what I always like to get? A review, they are great you know, so just press that little button, on the bottom that says GO and just write me up one!
Disclaimer: Not mine, if it were mine do you honestly think that I would be writing fan fiction for it? The only thing that I own is the plot, and Ivy.
And thank-you to my beta-reader Moraco, who is also a very good fan fiction writer.
Rating: PG13, for "inappropriate" language .
Summary: After the war with you-know-who. Harry starts wondering what it would be like to be Normal. Then one night he has a strange dream. A girl was in it. Then the next day a new student comes to Hogwarts.
{.} Harry's thought's.
~*~*~*~*Chapter 1- The Dursley's~*~*~*~*
"BOY!!!" Harry sighed, as he woke up to the sound of his uncle roaring at him, from the kitchen.
"Coming Uncle Vernon!" He called out of the door to his room.
He walked over and pulled on some pants and a shirt, that was five sizes to big for him, over his black boxer shorts, stuffed a few owl pellets in Hedwig's cage, and went down the stairs to be greeted with a growl from his Uncle.
"That is the second time this week that you are late for breakfast! Next time we will just give Dudley your breakfast, and you will have to starve, until lunch," Harry's Uncle spat at him.
{Like it matters, you already give half of it to him.} But Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a tawny owl fluttering outside of the window. Harry recognized it as Pig, Harry's best friend's owl.
"Stupid, fucking owl, take it boy before the neighbors see it," Vernon growled at Harry.
Harry grabbed the over-excited owl, and went back upstairs to his room.
"Calm down, Pig, come, oh come on." Harry was getting really frustrated with the over-excited owl, as he tried to pry the note attached to his leg. After he fought for about five minutes with the tiny owl, he got the note off of Pig.
It read: Harry, Guess what? Dad got tickets to a Chudley Cannons game! And I asked mum, if you could come with us, she said yes! So, you ask the muggles if you can come with us, and we'll pick you up at noon tomorrow. Hermione is coming with us to!
Ron
Harry re-read it, then he flung himself down the stairs, he was pounding so much, it sounded like Dudley was coming down the stairs. Harry rushed in through the kitchen doors, and practically yelled, out "Canigowithrontoseeaquiddichgameplease???"
He said it so fast it came out as one word. Petunia and Vernon stared dumbly at them, {Rather suits them.} Harry thought.
"What are you babbling on about now?" Petunia asked raising her already high head, yet higher into the air.
"My friend Ron asked me to go see a Quidditch game with him, can I go PLEASE???"
"Quid what?" Petunia asked.
"Quidditch. It's a really popular game played in the wiz. my world," he answered her.
"Will you be staying the rest of the summer at those people's house?"
"Yes," he answered way to fast, "Please can I go???"
"Fine, whatever, when are they coming to get you?"
"Noon tomorrow." He finished, then rushed up the stairs to pack his stuff, and write a note to Ron.
Ron
I can go! See you tomorrow! Harry.
Harry was so relieved, that he could go. This would be his second real quidditch game that he would see.
The rest of the day passed in a complete blur, it went by so fast.
AN: Hey what do you think? Good, or bad? The idea came to me *like that* Well you know what I always like to get? A review, they are great you know, so just press that little button, on the bottom that says GO and just write me up one!