My Friend
Sitting at school, Monday morning, Harry found himself staring at their latest math worksheet. Harry was slowly completing it; feeling rather tired having spent most of last night watching a few movies. He wasn't allowed to really watch TV at his uncle's house, so this was a rather nice change of events.
He looked across the room to where Hermione was, to find her just completing an extra sheet of work. 'If I wasn't so lazy, I do that to,' Harry thought to himself. He went back to slowly finishing his work. When he was done he sat back and looked around the room.
Dudley was on his fourth sheet, have folded the previous three into paper airplanes and throwing them at Harry. Harry was surprised to find he was actually working on this one. Then he noticed that the teacher was patrolling Dudley's area.
She soon walked up to Harry, taking his paper and putting it on her desk. 'I can't wait for this day to end,' thought Harry as another paper airplane came soaring at him. He ducked the projectile but upon lifting his head another one, thrown by one of Dudley's friends, hit him in the eye.
Harry yelped as he fell from his seat. The teacher came over to find out what was wrong while all the other students just glanced his direction, then hastily went back to work. Harry noticed Hermione was glaring at Dudley.
"Are you okay?" his teacher asked.
"I'm fine," said Harry, "my eye just hurts a bit."
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"That's not right," said Hermione as they were walking out of school, "He should have gotten more than a warning."
"Well, everyone thinks that I provoked him," said Harry, "my uncle doesn't say 'good' things about me, and grownups tend to believe other grownups."
"I still say that." Hermione started but was interrupted.
"What are you two talking about," said the voice of Dudley 'sounding, like the distant grunt of a pig,' thought Harry. He was standing in the doorway blocking their exit. "Dad's in trouble cause of you," He pointed a fat finger at Harry, "and I'm gonna beat you to a pulp for that." He started toward Harry, who grabbed Hermione's hand and took off in the opposite direction to find another exit.
"I'll get you Harry," was the last of him they heard. When they found the next closest way out they saw that the buses were all gone.
"Well, up for a walk?" Harry asked.
"Why not," said Hermione smiling, and they made their way back to her house.
When they were a block away, Anthony walked out in front of them. "Well Harry thank you for the other day. We need to talk later." Anthony then brushed past him, placing a note in his hand.
Harry opened it once they were inside, all it said was "10:30, backyard."
"What did you do for him?" asked Hermione, not noticing the little piece of paper.
"Never mind, you wouldn't believe me anyway," said Harry placing the note into his back pocket.
"Hello you two!" said Mrs. Granger cheerfully before Hermione could argue, "I think we should buy Harry some new clothes."
"Yeah, so do I," Hermione said, looking at the huge baggy clothes Harry was wearing. "Those don't fit you, in more than one way," She said grinning.
"Umm, I'm fine really," said Harry with a grim expression as the two started to drag him out to the car.
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"Thank God that's over," Harry whispered to him self.
"Did you say something Harry?" asked Hermione, who was sitting next to him in the car. They had just started their drive back to the Granger's house.
"No, nothing at all," Harry said quickly.
Once they got back, Hermione helped Harry carry his new clothes up to his new room. She left him there to decide where he would put them on his own.
"Hmm, that can't be right," Harry said looking at the undersized closet in the corner of the room. He watched as the tower of clothes swayed a bit from side to side. "Maybe I should." Harry began, but the tower that was now falling toward him didn't give him a chance to finish. Harry just stood there not even trying to dodge the offending tower.
As the pile hit his head he was thinking about how he should separate the clothes by type. On his way to the ground he was thinking about hanging the shirts. As he lay on the ground he was wondering how long it would take to clean up this mess.
Just then Hermione entered the room. "Harry dinner is." she began but stopped when she didn't see him anywhere. "Harry?" she said looking at the pile of clothes with an arm sticking out one side and a leg out the other. She pulled away a few pairs of blue jeans where she guessed his face was.
He was laying there in deep thought. "Yes, that's what I'll do," he said quietly. He then noticed Hermione looking down at him. "Herm, what were you saying about dinner?"
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He looked at his clock, 10:00. 'Thirty more minutes then,' he thought to himself. He was looking at the closet with pride; everything looked sturdy. Not that it was neat by any means, but it was sturdy.
"What to do, what to do?" Harry repeated a couple of times.
"It's past your bedtime don't ya think?" said Hermione grinning. She was standing in his doorway.
"Nope, I don't think so," said Harry.
"And you are in charge now?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course! I'm the master of my own, umm, life," said Harry in the most dramatic voice he had.
"You mean destiny?" asked Hermione, slightly smirking.
"No, I mean life," said Harry, "destiny is something unmasterable that I would rather not have in my life."
"Unmasterable, I don't think that is a word," she said giving Harry an are-you-dumb-or-something look.
"Of course it is!" said Harry, "I just made it up. All I have to do is get the people who make the dictionaries and whatnot to like it."
"Sure, if you can do that then I'll grow wings," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Want to bet?" asked Harry.
"What?" she asked.
"I bet that if I can get the dictionary people to accept that word, that you will sprout wings," said Harry.
"If you can't though, you'll be my housemaid for a year," said Hermione grinning evilly.
"Hmm," thought Harry aloud, "deal."
"Okay then," said Hermione, "you can start dusting tomorrow."
"Hey, I haven't even talked to those people yet!" yelled Harry.
"Okay, I'll give you until your sixteenth birthday," Hermione said before leaving the room.
"Hmm, I'm gonna need to lookup a few things later," he said, "10:26, better get going."
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Thanks to TimGold, Merlin, and Mia for reviewing. I'm not to good with romance Tim, but I'll give it a try.
Sitting at school, Monday morning, Harry found himself staring at their latest math worksheet. Harry was slowly completing it; feeling rather tired having spent most of last night watching a few movies. He wasn't allowed to really watch TV at his uncle's house, so this was a rather nice change of events.
He looked across the room to where Hermione was, to find her just completing an extra sheet of work. 'If I wasn't so lazy, I do that to,' Harry thought to himself. He went back to slowly finishing his work. When he was done he sat back and looked around the room.
Dudley was on his fourth sheet, have folded the previous three into paper airplanes and throwing them at Harry. Harry was surprised to find he was actually working on this one. Then he noticed that the teacher was patrolling Dudley's area.
She soon walked up to Harry, taking his paper and putting it on her desk. 'I can't wait for this day to end,' thought Harry as another paper airplane came soaring at him. He ducked the projectile but upon lifting his head another one, thrown by one of Dudley's friends, hit him in the eye.
Harry yelped as he fell from his seat. The teacher came over to find out what was wrong while all the other students just glanced his direction, then hastily went back to work. Harry noticed Hermione was glaring at Dudley.
"Are you okay?" his teacher asked.
"I'm fine," said Harry, "my eye just hurts a bit."
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"That's not right," said Hermione as they were walking out of school, "He should have gotten more than a warning."
"Well, everyone thinks that I provoked him," said Harry, "my uncle doesn't say 'good' things about me, and grownups tend to believe other grownups."
"I still say that." Hermione started but was interrupted.
"What are you two talking about," said the voice of Dudley 'sounding, like the distant grunt of a pig,' thought Harry. He was standing in the doorway blocking their exit. "Dad's in trouble cause of you," He pointed a fat finger at Harry, "and I'm gonna beat you to a pulp for that." He started toward Harry, who grabbed Hermione's hand and took off in the opposite direction to find another exit.
"I'll get you Harry," was the last of him they heard. When they found the next closest way out they saw that the buses were all gone.
"Well, up for a walk?" Harry asked.
"Why not," said Hermione smiling, and they made their way back to her house.
When they were a block away, Anthony walked out in front of them. "Well Harry thank you for the other day. We need to talk later." Anthony then brushed past him, placing a note in his hand.
Harry opened it once they were inside, all it said was "10:30, backyard."
"What did you do for him?" asked Hermione, not noticing the little piece of paper.
"Never mind, you wouldn't believe me anyway," said Harry placing the note into his back pocket.
"Hello you two!" said Mrs. Granger cheerfully before Hermione could argue, "I think we should buy Harry some new clothes."
"Yeah, so do I," Hermione said, looking at the huge baggy clothes Harry was wearing. "Those don't fit you, in more than one way," She said grinning.
"Umm, I'm fine really," said Harry with a grim expression as the two started to drag him out to the car.
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"Thank God that's over," Harry whispered to him self.
"Did you say something Harry?" asked Hermione, who was sitting next to him in the car. They had just started their drive back to the Granger's house.
"No, nothing at all," Harry said quickly.
Once they got back, Hermione helped Harry carry his new clothes up to his new room. She left him there to decide where he would put them on his own.
"Hmm, that can't be right," Harry said looking at the undersized closet in the corner of the room. He watched as the tower of clothes swayed a bit from side to side. "Maybe I should." Harry began, but the tower that was now falling toward him didn't give him a chance to finish. Harry just stood there not even trying to dodge the offending tower.
As the pile hit his head he was thinking about how he should separate the clothes by type. On his way to the ground he was thinking about hanging the shirts. As he lay on the ground he was wondering how long it would take to clean up this mess.
Just then Hermione entered the room. "Harry dinner is." she began but stopped when she didn't see him anywhere. "Harry?" she said looking at the pile of clothes with an arm sticking out one side and a leg out the other. She pulled away a few pairs of blue jeans where she guessed his face was.
He was laying there in deep thought. "Yes, that's what I'll do," he said quietly. He then noticed Hermione looking down at him. "Herm, what were you saying about dinner?"
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He looked at his clock, 10:00. 'Thirty more minutes then,' he thought to himself. He was looking at the closet with pride; everything looked sturdy. Not that it was neat by any means, but it was sturdy.
"What to do, what to do?" Harry repeated a couple of times.
"It's past your bedtime don't ya think?" said Hermione grinning. She was standing in his doorway.
"Nope, I don't think so," said Harry.
"And you are in charge now?" asked Hermione, raising her eyebrows.
"Of course! I'm the master of my own, umm, life," said Harry in the most dramatic voice he had.
"You mean destiny?" asked Hermione, slightly smirking.
"No, I mean life," said Harry, "destiny is something unmasterable that I would rather not have in my life."
"Unmasterable, I don't think that is a word," she said giving Harry an are-you-dumb-or-something look.
"Of course it is!" said Harry, "I just made it up. All I have to do is get the people who make the dictionaries and whatnot to like it."
"Sure, if you can do that then I'll grow wings," Hermione said sarcastically.
"Want to bet?" asked Harry.
"What?" she asked.
"I bet that if I can get the dictionary people to accept that word, that you will sprout wings," said Harry.
"If you can't though, you'll be my housemaid for a year," said Hermione grinning evilly.
"Hmm," thought Harry aloud, "deal."
"Okay then," said Hermione, "you can start dusting tomorrow."
"Hey, I haven't even talked to those people yet!" yelled Harry.
"Okay, I'll give you until your sixteenth birthday," Hermione said before leaving the room.
"Hmm, I'm gonna need to lookup a few things later," he said, "10:26, better get going."
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Thanks to TimGold, Merlin, and Mia for reviewing. I'm not to good with romance Tim, but I'll give it a try.