The Second chapter!!! YAY!!! I hope you liked the first chapter. I love all of you who reviewed. Tell everyone about my story and get them to read it too!!! JK :-D. Hey! JK!!! Hahahahahaha!!! Get it? You know, like J.K. Rowling??? Hahahahaha!!! That's so funny!!! But anyway, thanks to all who helped (allison) and all who reviewed (you guys).
DISCLAIMER!!! I'm not JK Rowling, yada yada yada, no money is being made from this and "no copyright infringement is intended." HA!
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padfoot4eva: thank you for your review. HEM HEM! For all the other peeps who read her review, I was the person who "interupptered" her and said "no allison you are so poo so HA!"
"leXis": I am EXTREMELY insulted by that. I did NOT copy that from another book, I was trying to make my fanfic seem as realistic as possible, and that was one way of how I am doing that. If you make any comments about how I am copying ACTUAL content from ANY of the harry potter books again, I will block you as soon as you EVER try to review my story while logged in to fanfiction.net.
p.s. that's also the reason I have a disclaimer, so THERE!
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Now for chapter dos! (for all you non-spanish speaking readers out there, dos means 2)
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With the first letter, which happened to be Ron's, there was a newspaper clipping:
CONTEST WINNERThis year's annual Daily Prophet children's contest winner was Ronald Weasley. The prize was 100 Galleons and a new Nimbus Two-Thousand and One.
Harry read the letter.
Dear Harry,
Hi, how are you? You'll never guess what happened. There is this contest that the Daily Prophet has once and year and you can enter if you're younger than 18. But to enter they have this list of five questions you have to answer correctly and the topic this year was Quidditch. If you get all the questions correct, they put your name in a cauldron, and pick one randomly. If they draw your name, you win. Guess who did. ME. The prize this year was 100 galleons and a Nimbus Two-Thousand and One! It may not be able to compete with a Firebolt, but it's the second best you can buy! Who knows, I might even make the Quidditch team this year, because didn't Oliver Wood graduate? And guess what else happened. I was going to get myself some new dress robes, but then FRED and GEORGE got me some. I have no idea where they got the money because these ones are really nice. As in REALLY nice. AND Hermione decided not to visit Krum in Bulgaria! She's arriving in two days! Can you believe my luck? But anyway, Happy Birthday to you. Hope you like the present. Dad and I'll come and get you on the 15th of August – have your trunk and everything packed and ready to go. Keep your Firebolt out, though, because we'll be flying over. Dad thought it would be best not to risk another incident like last year.
Ron
P.S. hope you like the gift because I got the idea from Hermione – you know how she is with books.
Ron had indeed gotten Harry a book. Two, actually. One was titled Play by Play: a Quidditch History and the other was He Flew Like a Madman:a Biography of "Dangerous" Dai Llewellyn. Both were by the author of one of Harry's favorite books, Kennilworthy Whisp. Harry had no idea how Pig had made the journey with the first, let alone both books. It was huge. Harry read the gold lettering at the bottom.
"'A complete and utterly accurate and extremely detailed retelling of every single official Quidditch game in the history of Quidditch from the first game in Queerditch Marsh till next Thursday.' Wow Ron!"
Setting the two books aside, Harry looked at the unknown owl's letter, wondering who had written him.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Have you met Whisper?
"Whisper? Who's Whisper?" Harry thought out loud. As if to answer, the small calm owl hooted patiently and then returned to preening.
She's my new owl. I visited Ron for a week at the beginning of the holidays before my trip to the Canary Islands and he helped me pick her out. Well, actually Pig picked her out, or she picked him, or they picked each other, or something. But they're the same breed (saw-whet owl) and she basically keeps Pig in line. And Crookshanks gets along with her really well.
"Hermione?" Harry mentally smacked himself for not recognizing her meticulous handwriting.
Well, actually he tried to eat her but she pecked him on the head so much that he has a small bald spot on the top of his head. After that, he decided that it wasn't worth losing so much hair over so little meat, and now they're best friends. It's really funny, because they will only sleep with each other. So half the time, he ends up sleeping in her cage. But anyway, I didn't visit Krum in Bulgaria after the Canary Islands because my parents couldn't go and they wouldn't let me go alone because it was with a boy, but they would let me go to Ron's because they know his dad. And I sort of wanted to visit Ron instead. But don't you dare tell him that!
Harry smiled. Ron and Hermione had had crushes on each other since their second year. However, both were too dense (at least Harry thought so) to realize how the other felt. And what with the Yule Ball incident and everything last year, both were convinced that the other liked them only as a friend.
Did Ron tell you about his prize? He got me the most beautiful book on wand-making. Isn't that sweet?
Hermione's most recent obsession was wands and was currently trying to find out all she could on how they were made. Harry thought that if she didn't become Minister of Magic she would make wands, undoubtedly rivaling Ollivander's.
It has the history of wand making, and charts of different woods and magical cores and what each one means and how each different kind of wood has to be extracted from the tree and everything you could imagine. It's really complicated! And it's so long, I started reading it two weeks ago and I'm not even halfway through. But it's the most beautiful book I've seen in my entire life!
"Coming from Hermione, that's saying A LOT," Harry said to the owls. "she's practically read every book there is in existence."
All red leather and gold lettering and gold edged pages. Anyway, I hope you like the present and I'll see you when you get to the Weasley's. ron said that would be in about two weeks.
Hope you have a good end of summer!
Love,
Hermione
Harry looked at the small package. It was about two inches long and an inch wide and had a note.
Harry-
I decided that I was tired of always having to fix your glasses for you since you couldn't remember that spell I taught you third year. So, since my dad got lasex surgery (after REFUSING to let me fix his eyes for him with magic) I decided that he wouldn't miss a pair of his contact lenses. I spelled them to fit your vision and I spelled the container to automatically replace them if you ever lose them. Enjoy!
Hermione
"Thanks, Hermione!" Harry had been wishing for contacts for a very long time, but of course the Dursleys were not about to get him any. Harry removed his glasses and attempted to put them in. after five minutes and two very painful eyes, he succeeded. His vision went fuzzy for a moment, before clearing to pristine eyesight. Smiling, Harry read the Weasley family's many letters.
Dear Harry,
I supposed Ronald told you about his prize. We are all very happy for him. Arthur will come with Ronald to your house by broomstick on the 15th of August. We all hope you had a great summer! Enjoy the sweets!
Love,
Molly Weasley
Inside the first of the many packages from the Weasley family was a large box of fudge and assorted cakes and tarts. The second letter also had an accompanying package.
******Authors note******
I couldn't resist and had to steal a bit of "Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix" by Ruskbyte (check him out – he's GOOD!). So, a lot of the following letter is Ruskbyte's, not mine. But I didn't copy it EXACTLY – just mostly. Read his version cuz it's really really good! Thank you.
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! We (Fred and I) are writing to let you know that we have fulfilled your wish of getting our sweet baby brother a new set of dress robes. Also, due to your large donation towards Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, we are bestowing on you a most high honor.
Here the handwriting changed.
George and I have decided to make you second-in-command of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, and by being so, you will receive 20 percent of all profits from the sales of Weasleys Wizard Wheezes (hereafter "WWW") products.
Again the handwriting changed.
Of course, we will be expecting further large donations on your part because of this (you didn't really think we would give you all that money, did you?). Furthermore, we are enclosing a complementary WWW starter pack. Try them on your cousin!
Cheers,
Fred and George Weasley
Inside this package were bunches of ton tongue toffees, canary creams, and various other pranks. Looking up, harry saw that there was one last letter from the Weasley family.
Dear Harry,
Ron said that the 31st was your birthday, so I decided to send you something. We've never really gotten to know each other very well, but I thought I'd write to you anyway. Oh, you probably already know that Fred and George got Ron some new dress robes, but they also got me some! So now if there's another Yule Ball at Hogwarts this year, I'll be able to wear these. You probably don't want to listen to me blabbering on all day, so I'll shut up. Happy Birthday and I'll see you on the 15th!
Here something that looked suspiciously like the word "love" was crossed out, and in it's place was:
Sincerely,
Ginny
Ginny's gift was large and bulky, and was shaped similar to the package Harry had received his father's old invisibility cloak in. this package, however, was much heavier. Inside was a large black leather bundle and a note.
I wanted to get this for you because Bill and Charlie both have some and they said that they're very popular nowadays, but this was the only size that the store had. I know that it's a little big but you might grow into it or something. Perhaps you could do a shrinking charm on it – I didn't because I was afraid of messing up and not being able to fix it.
(scribble),
Ginny
Harry inspected the "scribble" closer, and realized that it said "love."
He unrolled the black thing. It was a dress robe, only instead of silk or velvet, it was (as stated earlier) leather. 'Just my size,' he thought. 'my new size, at least.'
Harry changed tremendously over the summer. His height had changed a lot. It was mostly due to an abnormal growth spurt that he had had. But it was also due in small part to the fact that the Vernon Dursley had bought Dudley an exercise machine, in the hopes of him and Petunia, Dudley would use it to lose weight. Dudley, of course, threw a temper tantrum, proclaimed the machine broken, and deposited it in Harry's room, where all of his broken stuff was already. Bored one day, Harry decided that he was tired of being puny, and began to use the machine, which was actually not broken. Now, he was tall and very muscular. Harry had also changed in another way. He was now able to fell magic. He could feel it radiating off his wand, invisibility cloak, and other things in his possession. Furthermore, he could have sworn he felt his own magic growing over the summer. About mid-July, Harry decided that his magic was strong enough that he could put up a magical block around number 4 Privet Drive in order to allow him to practice magic at home and not be detected by the Ministry of Magic. He tested it, and sure enough, it worked. This had positively terrified the Dursleys. They knew he was not allowed to practice magic outside of school. However, when Harry came downstairs one morning, reading a large book that was open and floating in front of him, hands folded, neatly behind his back, carrying his wand, and no owl coming from the ministry to expel him from Hogwarts, they had panicked. Harry was now as tall as Dudley and five times as strong, so none of them could do anything. Harry could only vaguely remember the last time Dudley had insulted him or tried to beat him up. This caused great happiness to reign over the smallest bedroom at number 4, Privet Drive.
Continuing on to Hagrid's letter, Harry read:
Dear Harry,
How have you been? Hope you're doing okay. Sorry about the mess.
There was clear goo all over the top of Hagrid's letter, and was dripping onto the floor in puddles.
Fang got ahold of this letter while I was writing it. Anyway, happy birthday to you. Enjoy the cake and I'll see you at Hogwarts.
Hagrid
In the package was one of Hagrid's infamous rock cakes. Harry grimaced. Suddenly, he had an idea. Chuckling, Harry put it aside to read Sirius' letter.
Dear Harry,
Happy birthday. I am currently unable to get you a big birthday present, since I am still "at large." If you ever come across Peter Pettigrew, please inform him I would like to have a little chat with him, with Cornelius Fudge present. I will see you this year, as I will be traveling back to Hogsmeade.
Love,
Sirius
p.s. I am sending you this rock that I have had. I believe it will be useful to you this year. I won't say why though.
The rock was red with golden stripes on it, and was about the size of a thimble.
'Igneous rock,' thought Harry. 'Intesting. And powerful. It's buzzing like mad.'
'Buzzing' was the term Harry used to describe the aura anything that contained or had been affected by magic gave off.
But Harry pondered on Ginny's letter. He knew that she liked him – why else would she be writing him? And he also knew what his feelings for her were – nothing. Well then what was this fluttery feeling in his stomach?
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Hey! Hope you like it! Review PLEASE!!! I am going to post chapter 3 and two other chapters that were going to be later in the story when I get back from Spain (I'm getting back on the 19th of July – I'll have the thingies typed and posted hopefully by the 25th or so). I will not be finishing the story because I want to start on my version of book numbah 6. BUT! I will post a "chapter" containing a good bit of the rest of the story in shortened form, so that all you lovely fans of mine (lol!) can find out what WOULD have happened. Sorry if you got your hopes up. See you when I get back! –Catgrl52
