Harry trudged up the stairs, and was immediately blocked by his over-sized
elephant of a cousin. Dudley snickered and scoffed at him, "Your freak
friends are coming to get you, eh, boy?" Dudley smirked as he imitated his
father's voice. "I admit, that voice imitation was pretty good, but yea,
they are coming. Just hope the twins don't forget to bring the toffees."
Harry grinned as he watched Dudley's face turn a brilliant shade of maroon.
"Keep it up, Dudley. You are starting to look a bit like Uncle Vernon."
Harry chuckled as he pushed pass Dudley, who apparently made no attempt to
stop him, maybe in fear of getting another tongue enlargement.
In the safety of his room, Harry got to his knees and pried open the loose floor board. He searched around a bit till he fished out a half used bottle of ink, a new quill and a piece of parchment. Then he started his letter.
Dear Ron,
Life's not bad here, the muggles have agreed to let me go, anything to keep me out of their hair. Anyway, can't wait to see the burrow again, muggles say you can come as long as you don't pop out from the toaster or oven. Dudley, that fat oaf, he thinks that Fred and George are coming along for the merry ride, boy you should have seen his face turn maroon at the thought of having another tongue enlargement. So, yeah, I'll be waiting. Thank god we aren't going by Floo. The muggles will have another fit if their fireplace gets blown up again. Did I mention Uncle Vernon thinks that he can stop your dad from using Floo by boarding it up? What a git he is, isn't he? Anyway, thanks for being my saviour again, can't wait to see your family again!
Harry
P.S. Did you invite Hermione? If you didn't, you'd better. She'll be furious if she found out you didn't invite her.
Harry folded the parchment and looked around the room. He finally found Pigwidgeon flapping hysterically around Hedwig, who looked very disturbed by the minute owl and occasionally snapped at him with her beak. Harry snatched Pig out of the air and attached the letter to him. Pig twittered loudly and took off into the horizon. Harry watched as the minute owl turned into a little speck, which didn't take very long, since Pig was a little speck.
In the safety of his room, Harry got to his knees and pried open the loose floor board. He searched around a bit till he fished out a half used bottle of ink, a new quill and a piece of parchment. Then he started his letter.
Dear Ron,
Life's not bad here, the muggles have agreed to let me go, anything to keep me out of their hair. Anyway, can't wait to see the burrow again, muggles say you can come as long as you don't pop out from the toaster or oven. Dudley, that fat oaf, he thinks that Fred and George are coming along for the merry ride, boy you should have seen his face turn maroon at the thought of having another tongue enlargement. So, yeah, I'll be waiting. Thank god we aren't going by Floo. The muggles will have another fit if their fireplace gets blown up again. Did I mention Uncle Vernon thinks that he can stop your dad from using Floo by boarding it up? What a git he is, isn't he? Anyway, thanks for being my saviour again, can't wait to see your family again!
Harry
P.S. Did you invite Hermione? If you didn't, you'd better. She'll be furious if she found out you didn't invite her.
Harry folded the parchment and looked around the room. He finally found Pigwidgeon flapping hysterically around Hedwig, who looked very disturbed by the minute owl and occasionally snapped at him with her beak. Harry snatched Pig out of the air and attached the letter to him. Pig twittered loudly and took off into the horizon. Harry watched as the minute owl turned into a little speck, which didn't take very long, since Pig was a little speck.