Chapter Three
Harry walked down to the dinning room where he was sitting. Uncle Vernon stood up and looked at Harry. "How many bloody times do I have to tell you to keep that bloody bird quiet?!"
"It's not my fault you make me keep her in that cage.." Harry muttered.
"What was that boy?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"Nothing.. I was just saying that there's a way you can have a peaceful summer with no owls screeching or annoying black haired boy taking up your air and eating your food." Harry was going to try and get him to let him go to Romania with the Weasleys now. By the way he was putting it, Harry was almost positive he would be allowed to go.
"I'm listening."
"Ron's family is going to Romania, which is hundreds, maybe thousands, or miles away from here. If you let me go, there will be no screeching owls and no me until next summer."
Uncle Vernon stroked his chin in thought. If he let him go, he would have peace, but then Harry would be happy. On the other hand, did he really want to wake up at seven in the morning by a screaming owl? Vernon remembered how peaceful it had been last summer when Harry went to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys last year. "Well...fine! I'm only doing this so I don't hear your bloody bird every damn blasted day."
Harry smirked and ran up to his room to get his things together. He hurried up and out his things in his trunk and when he finished he plopped down on the bed. His head began to race with thoughts and questions... and not only about what Romania will be like. What WERE his true feelings for Ginny? Did he like her? Why hadn't he noticed her sooner? Actually, Harry realized that he had noticed her before. In his second year when he first saw she liked him. He was so scared when he went to the Chamber of Secrets but... he hadn't been scared for his own life. And after three years, Harry realized who he was scared for. He was scared for Ginny. So, maybe he did have some affection for her...
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Around three o'clock in the morning, while Harry was still asleep, a loud thud awoken him. Harry sat up suddenly, looking around for where it had come from. Suddenly, Harry heard muffled voices coming from his closet. He got out of bed and slowly tip-toed over, then stopped to listen. Three familiar voices were coming from his closet...
Harry walked down to the dinning room where he was sitting. Uncle Vernon stood up and looked at Harry. "How many bloody times do I have to tell you to keep that bloody bird quiet?!"
"It's not my fault you make me keep her in that cage.." Harry muttered.
"What was that boy?" Uncle Vernon snapped.
"Nothing.. I was just saying that there's a way you can have a peaceful summer with no owls screeching or annoying black haired boy taking up your air and eating your food." Harry was going to try and get him to let him go to Romania with the Weasleys now. By the way he was putting it, Harry was almost positive he would be allowed to go.
"I'm listening."
"Ron's family is going to Romania, which is hundreds, maybe thousands, or miles away from here. If you let me go, there will be no screeching owls and no me until next summer."
Uncle Vernon stroked his chin in thought. If he let him go, he would have peace, but then Harry would be happy. On the other hand, did he really want to wake up at seven in the morning by a screaming owl? Vernon remembered how peaceful it had been last summer when Harry went to the Quidditch World Cup with the Weasleys last year. "Well...fine! I'm only doing this so I don't hear your bloody bird every damn blasted day."
Harry smirked and ran up to his room to get his things together. He hurried up and out his things in his trunk and when he finished he plopped down on the bed. His head began to race with thoughts and questions... and not only about what Romania will be like. What WERE his true feelings for Ginny? Did he like her? Why hadn't he noticed her sooner? Actually, Harry realized that he had noticed her before. In his second year when he first saw she liked him. He was so scared when he went to the Chamber of Secrets but... he hadn't been scared for his own life. And after three years, Harry realized who he was scared for. He was scared for Ginny. So, maybe he did have some affection for her...
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Around three o'clock in the morning, while Harry was still asleep, a loud thud awoken him. Harry sat up suddenly, looking around for where it had come from. Suddenly, Harry heard muffled voices coming from his closet. He got out of bed and slowly tip-toed over, then stopped to listen. Three familiar voices were coming from his closet...
