Chapter: 1
Author: Baby E
Disclaimer: It all belongs to J.K Rowling, none of it to me, except the twisted and manipulated plot!
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"Stupid car adverts, they're all the same!" Uncle Vernon threw the TV listings at the telly. Harry found it hard to suppress a snort of laughter, "what are you doing here you stupid boy?" Uncle Vernon spat at Harry.
It was the summer holidays leading up to Harry's sixth year at Hogwarts, and Harry would be 16 in a few days time.
Although Harry was trying to act as normal as possible it was hard. The little voice at the back of his head kept shouting at him 'don't forget Voldermort is back!' this voice was determined to spoil his holiday. Harry had decided to spend most of his free time with Mrs. Figg (a squib living near to him), as she would always have all the latest information from the Magic World. It was rather fun round at Mrs. Figg's now he knew what she was. They discussed Cornelius Fudge, Voldermort, Cornelius Fudge, good curses and hexes (although Mrs. Figg was not so good at this part as she was a squib, but she had a load of interesting books) and Cornelius Fudge again. Harry was amazed to see how many witches and wizards lived in the area. They had a little dinner party the other night and there had been five people there. An old wizard called Barnard Holborn, a little witch called Aggie Mildew, another squib called Harigelda Hammed, Mrs. Figg and Harry. Barnard and Aggie helped make the food, and smiled and asked loads of question to Harry. They were fascinated, and convinced him they had believed him the whole time.
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"I'm sitting, are you blind?" Harry asked sarcastically.
"DON'T GET –" Uncle Vernon began, then the memory of 'The Man With The Crazy Eye' and the all the other strange people's warning sprung to mind and he thought better of it, "why aren't you at Mrs. Figg's?"
"Because I'm here," Harry said as if it were obvious.
"What have you been doing there anyway? That batty old woman, walks around walking her cat's, crosses the street really slowly, muttering to herself and all sorts!" Uncle Vernon battered on talking more to Aunt Petunia than to Harry. Aunt Petunia nodded vigorously.
"Well, you know, we look at pictures of cats and…eat chocolate cake. She realises I'm there, a whole lot better than here,"
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry, "when are you going to go off to those Red haired people?"
"Soon I suppose…" Harry drifted off.
He looked at Uncle Vernon, he could tell he wanted him out the house. QUICK! It was up to Harry how quick he could make it.
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Dear Ginny,
I haven't written to you in ages. I know I should have done this sooner, but I was not sure until you began going out with Dean Thomas how I really felt. I realise now that I have liked you for ages, I'm not sure but over the past couple of years you seem to have blossomed as a young woman. I hope this letter reaches you before you go out with someone else. Please consider what you have to say. Give your answer to the owl, it'll know where to take it.
I love you so much
Your secret admirer
XXX xXx
Ginny read the letter again and again. Hr heart skipped a beat. Could it be……?
Harry?You like??
::Baby E grins stupidly at the computer, I love you!!!::