Well, surprisingly, people ARE reading this.Yeah, I'm as shocked as you
are.Well, that's good and happy and yeah. My name's Loren. Not J.K. Loren.
Guess that means that I don't own HP, right? That's what I thought.
Harry grabbed his backpack and climbed off the Hogwarts Express. He hugged Mrs. Weasley, who promptly asked him what on Earth he had done with his trunk. He grinned and patted the backpack. He heard Hedwig hooting from the bag and pulled out her cage.
"I've got to go see Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia now. I'll see you later. Bye!" Harry said, walking towards his relatives.
He waved back at the Weasleys and then turned his eyes back to face Uncle Vernon, who was glaring at him already.
"You done with that lot?"
Harry nodded and they walked back to his car. Harry climbed in the back seat next to Dudley and all was silent in the car. Harry nervously adjusted the strap on his backpack, even though it wasn't heavy. He bit his lip and decided to finally bring up his point.
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked nervously.
Uncle Vernon's eyes flew to the rear view mirror.
"What, boy?" He snapped.
"Well, er, I'll be walking to a friend's house tomorrow and you won't see me the rest of the summer," Harry stated nervously.
Uncle Vernon slammed on the breaks and pulled over.
"What's the catch?" He asked suspiciously.
Harry swallowed.
"There isn't one. I'll be walking over there tomorrow around noon," Harry responded quietly.
"How will you carry your stuff there?" Uncle Vernon asked, distrust clear in his voice.
Harry gestured to his backpack. Uncle Vernon nodded slightly.
"Where do these "friends" of yours live?" Uncle Vernon asked doubtfully.
Harry pulled the letter from Hermione's parents out of his pocket and briefly scanned it for an address. He looked up, meeting his aunt's scornful eyes.
"Grey Boulevard, House 47," Harry responded quietly.
Aunt Petunia's drawn on eyebrows rose dramatically. She placed her hand on Uncle Vernon's arm.
"That's where some of the richest people in Britain live, Vernon! Who exactly ARE you friends with, Harry?" Aunt Petunia said dramatically.
Harry smiled weakly.
"Their last name is Granger. Dentists, I believe," Harry shrugged.
Aunt Petunia's eyebrows rose again. She gripped Vernon's arm harder, her manicured nails leaving claw marks on Vernon's flesh.
"Why they're the best dentists in all of England! They charge a fortune, but they're the best! You KNOW these people, Harry? You've GOT to introduce us!" Aunt Petunia gushed.
Harry smiled weakly.
"Well, how about I introduce you next year? I don't know them too well myself," Harry said weakly.
Aunt Petunia looked confused and Uncle Vernon stopped the car. They were at "home". Well, to everyone but Harry. Harry walked upstairs and shut his door. He grabbed a piece of parchment and scrawled a note on it, and he tied the note to Hedwig. Hedwig flew out the window and to Ron's. Harry left his room only twice that night, once to go to the bathroom and once to eat.
Loren ;*
Ya'll like that? Good. REVIEW.Jeez.I still feel like Moody whenever I say that.*sigh*
Harry grabbed his backpack and climbed off the Hogwarts Express. He hugged Mrs. Weasley, who promptly asked him what on Earth he had done with his trunk. He grinned and patted the backpack. He heard Hedwig hooting from the bag and pulled out her cage.
"I've got to go see Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia now. I'll see you later. Bye!" Harry said, walking towards his relatives.
He waved back at the Weasleys and then turned his eyes back to face Uncle Vernon, who was glaring at him already.
"You done with that lot?"
Harry nodded and they walked back to his car. Harry climbed in the back seat next to Dudley and all was silent in the car. Harry nervously adjusted the strap on his backpack, even though it wasn't heavy. He bit his lip and decided to finally bring up his point.
"Er, Uncle Vernon?" Harry asked nervously.
Uncle Vernon's eyes flew to the rear view mirror.
"What, boy?" He snapped.
"Well, er, I'll be walking to a friend's house tomorrow and you won't see me the rest of the summer," Harry stated nervously.
Uncle Vernon slammed on the breaks and pulled over.
"What's the catch?" He asked suspiciously.
Harry swallowed.
"There isn't one. I'll be walking over there tomorrow around noon," Harry responded quietly.
"How will you carry your stuff there?" Uncle Vernon asked, distrust clear in his voice.
Harry gestured to his backpack. Uncle Vernon nodded slightly.
"Where do these "friends" of yours live?" Uncle Vernon asked doubtfully.
Harry pulled the letter from Hermione's parents out of his pocket and briefly scanned it for an address. He looked up, meeting his aunt's scornful eyes.
"Grey Boulevard, House 47," Harry responded quietly.
Aunt Petunia's drawn on eyebrows rose dramatically. She placed her hand on Uncle Vernon's arm.
"That's where some of the richest people in Britain live, Vernon! Who exactly ARE you friends with, Harry?" Aunt Petunia said dramatically.
Harry smiled weakly.
"Their last name is Granger. Dentists, I believe," Harry shrugged.
Aunt Petunia's eyebrows rose again. She gripped Vernon's arm harder, her manicured nails leaving claw marks on Vernon's flesh.
"Why they're the best dentists in all of England! They charge a fortune, but they're the best! You KNOW these people, Harry? You've GOT to introduce us!" Aunt Petunia gushed.
Harry smiled weakly.
"Well, how about I introduce you next year? I don't know them too well myself," Harry said weakly.
Aunt Petunia looked confused and Uncle Vernon stopped the car. They were at "home". Well, to everyone but Harry. Harry walked upstairs and shut his door. He grabbed a piece of parchment and scrawled a note on it, and he tied the note to Hedwig. Hedwig flew out the window and to Ron's. Harry left his room only twice that night, once to go to the bathroom and once to eat.
Loren ;*
Ya'll like that? Good. REVIEW.Jeez.I still feel like Moody whenever I say that.*sigh*
