"Where you getting those colors- are you dying them?" lol zoe never the
same song twice
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Disclaimer: Not mine.
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And now on to chapter 5
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For the next few days after replying to the letter, Harry was terrified. He stayed awake until the odd hours of night, watching the clouds outside of his window, waiting for something to happen. Every bird in the sky was an owl to Harry, and every shadow belonged to a wizard.
Harry was scared that whoever sent the letter might not be pleased with Harry's rejection, and instead come seek him out.
Exactly four days after getting the letter from Minerva McGonagall, it was Harry's turn to take out the garbage from dinner. It was dark outside, but Harry couldn't use that as an excuse not to complete his chore since he'd never been afraid of the night before.
Harry was about 10 meters from the garbage can when he heard a sound behind him. Quieting his panicked breaths, he listened to the soft ruffling of the plants in the flowerbed. Harry stood rooted to the spot staring intently at the garbage can in front of him, wondering if he should run back to the house or not.
Suddenly the lid of the trashcan flew into the air, like a Frisbee, and raced to the flowerbed where it sank into the earth as if someone had pressed their foot on top of it. Dropping the garbage, Harry crept to the lid. He could hear a swooshing sound coming from the inside. Harry could hear from the inside a cry for help. Staying as far away as possible, Harry pulled out the lid from the ground. It was anchored rather deeply in the pliable soil.
A green garden snake, about 25 centimeters long, slithered out. "Thanks a lot, pal," it said sarcastically. "Think you're so cool, sending things flying around, trapping innocent creatures.. Have some decency." And with that, it disappeared among the vegetables and flowers in the garden. Harry ran into the house, greatly troubled.
Although at first Harry was relieved the sound had not belonged to a wizard, this new incident troubled him greatly. Harry was now sure that he could talk to snakes, and that he wasn't just dehydrated on Dudley's birthday. However, the most disturbing part of the whole ordeal was that Harry was positive he had just done magic. The snake had even said so..
The only excuse Harry could think of was that he was going crazy. Perhaps he had imagined the snake talking to him. Perhaps he had thrown the lid and just didn't remember it. This was little comfort to Harry though. Having short-term memory loss didn't exactly calm his nerves.
Crying aloud in his frustration, Harry said, "Why can't I be normal!" His aunt who was still cleaning up dinner in the kitchen overheard him.
"Harry, is that you? What's the matter, pumpkin-sweetie?", called his aunt from the other room.
"Oh nothing, mum." Harry responded. He still hadn't told anyone about getting the letter four days ago.
"Are you sure?" she asked walking into the mudroom. "Why are you out of breath?"
"I'm fine mum, really."
The wind caught the door that Harry had not completely shut in his haste. It slammed shut, sending Harry jumping into the air, nervous and scared. His aunt could see that something was wrong.
"Harry," she said calmly, "I can see that something is worrying you. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
Harry sank into her arms. Suddenly he felt that he ought to tell her about the letter. Opening his mouth, he told her everything: about the letter, about his reply, about not being able to sleep at night, and about the trashcan incident and the second talking snake. She listened and her eyes showed that she understood and pitied the young boy who was being so terrorized by such devilry.
As Harry told the story, he felt much more relaxed. A tranquil composure fell over him, and he felt tired all of a sudden.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now, mum. I'm really exhausted."
Following him upstairs, his aunt tucked him and shut his blinds. It was only 7:00 but she knew how tired Harry must be.
"Sleep well, Harry", she cooed, "Dream about your birthday coming up soon, ok?"
But Harry didn't respond. The last four nights had finally caught up to him.
Petunia went downstairs to tell Vernon what Harry had just told her.
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For the next week or so, Harry forgot about the letter. A huge burden was lifted off his chest after confessing to his aunt about receiving the letter. Petunia never spoke of it again, and Harry secretly hoped that she didn't tell Dudley, especially about him performing magic. Harry didn't want Dudley to think of him as strange.
On this particular morning, Harry didn't wake up late and lazy as he usually did. Rather, Dudley came crashing into his room, carrying a present, and screaming, "Huppy Burthday Harry!"
A quick learner, Harry instantly woke at the sound of Dudley entering his room, and he made room on his bed for the expected leap always made. Sure enough, Dudley bound onto Harry's blankets, successfully managing to break Harry's knee too.
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday! Wake up Harry! Wake up!"
Harry was now wildly dodging Dudley's arms, which were waving a package wrapped in black and white and bearing the Manchester United Football Club crest on it. Harry instantly woke up. Manchester United was, by far, his favorite football team in the Premiership.
Harry opened his present from Dudley on his bed, careful not to wreck the wrapping paper, ("Where did you find Manchester United paper, Dudley?"), and gasped when he saw what was inside.
There were three things, and all of them were black and white: Manchester United's colors. The first thing was a calendar with a picture of keeper Fabien Barthez blocking a ball from the goal on the cover. The second present was a pillowcase with a photo of midfielder Luke Chadwick kicking the ball away from a different team. The other team, Harry knew, was Arsenal because the background stadium was definitely Highbury Grounds.
"Cool, Dudley!", said Harry, "Lets put it on right now!"
Dudley helped Harry stuff his pillow in the case. A pillow fight ensued, and ten minutes later both Dudley and Harry were on the floor, laughing.
"You forgot the other present, Harry," said Dudley brushing the feathers off his pajamas.
"Oh yeah" replied Harry, jumping onto his bed and placing his new pillow carefully down where it belonged. Crumpled up inside the wrapping paper was a black and white pen with a Manchester player on the top. The leg was on a spring and, if pulled down, sprang up to kick the ball suspended from the player's hand.
"Where did you get all this Manchester stuff? Harry asked Dudley.
"Dad drove me all the way to the fan club store."
Vexed, Harry responded, "You went without me? When?"
"During the few days when you were sick. After my birthday."
"Oh," replied Harry, disappointed that he had missed the trip to his favorite place in the world. "Thanks a lot Dudley. This is really awesome stuff."
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For Harry's birthday, the four Dursleys and Dennis, one of Harry's friends, went to the fair. It was all right. They went to the fair every year, and usually Harry got to go to the fair ~and~ somewhere for his birthday. But this year the fair was unusually late and they hadn't gone yet. Harry wore his new running shoes that he got for his birthday, and some super-cool sunglasses his Aunt Marge had sent in the mail. Overall, Harry had a great birthday.
It was past dusk when the Dursleys got back from the fair and dropping Dennis off at his house. The cake that Harry had been tempted to eat earlier was now ready to eat. Harry's cake was made of ice cream. Aunt Petunia had been disappointed when Harry told her he wanted a cake made of chocolate ice cream. "That's not a real cake, Harry" she had said. Still everyone including his mum had to admit that the cake had turned out amazing.
After three games of cards and two hours of laughing, Harry was tired. Everyone trudged off to his or her bed. It was late. Harry stayed awake, staring at his clock. In ten minutes it would be his real birth-day. Tomorrow was a Monday, and Mr. Dursley had to go to work. So it had been decided to celebrate Harry's big day the day before. In addition, the fair's last day was Sunday.
Eight minutes until midnight.Harry was really good at Poker, tonight was the first time he had beat his dad, six minutes.the Whirl'em Twirl'em was probably Harry's favorite ride at the park now that he was too big to ride the mini-coaster, four minutes. this pillowcase Dudley have him was really soft, one minute. the only thing he wanted that he hadn't gotten for his birthday was a dog, five, four, three, two, one..
Someone was knocking on the door.
Yeah now your job is to review me. yepyep
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Disclaimer: Not mine.
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And now on to chapter 5
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For the next few days after replying to the letter, Harry was terrified. He stayed awake until the odd hours of night, watching the clouds outside of his window, waiting for something to happen. Every bird in the sky was an owl to Harry, and every shadow belonged to a wizard.
Harry was scared that whoever sent the letter might not be pleased with Harry's rejection, and instead come seek him out.
Exactly four days after getting the letter from Minerva McGonagall, it was Harry's turn to take out the garbage from dinner. It was dark outside, but Harry couldn't use that as an excuse not to complete his chore since he'd never been afraid of the night before.
Harry was about 10 meters from the garbage can when he heard a sound behind him. Quieting his panicked breaths, he listened to the soft ruffling of the plants in the flowerbed. Harry stood rooted to the spot staring intently at the garbage can in front of him, wondering if he should run back to the house or not.
Suddenly the lid of the trashcan flew into the air, like a Frisbee, and raced to the flowerbed where it sank into the earth as if someone had pressed their foot on top of it. Dropping the garbage, Harry crept to the lid. He could hear a swooshing sound coming from the inside. Harry could hear from the inside a cry for help. Staying as far away as possible, Harry pulled out the lid from the ground. It was anchored rather deeply in the pliable soil.
A green garden snake, about 25 centimeters long, slithered out. "Thanks a lot, pal," it said sarcastically. "Think you're so cool, sending things flying around, trapping innocent creatures.. Have some decency." And with that, it disappeared among the vegetables and flowers in the garden. Harry ran into the house, greatly troubled.
Although at first Harry was relieved the sound had not belonged to a wizard, this new incident troubled him greatly. Harry was now sure that he could talk to snakes, and that he wasn't just dehydrated on Dudley's birthday. However, the most disturbing part of the whole ordeal was that Harry was positive he had just done magic. The snake had even said so..
The only excuse Harry could think of was that he was going crazy. Perhaps he had imagined the snake talking to him. Perhaps he had thrown the lid and just didn't remember it. This was little comfort to Harry though. Having short-term memory loss didn't exactly calm his nerves.
Crying aloud in his frustration, Harry said, "Why can't I be normal!" His aunt who was still cleaning up dinner in the kitchen overheard him.
"Harry, is that you? What's the matter, pumpkin-sweetie?", called his aunt from the other room.
"Oh nothing, mum." Harry responded. He still hadn't told anyone about getting the letter four days ago.
"Are you sure?" she asked walking into the mudroom. "Why are you out of breath?"
"I'm fine mum, really."
The wind caught the door that Harry had not completely shut in his haste. It slammed shut, sending Harry jumping into the air, nervous and scared. His aunt could see that something was wrong.
"Harry," she said calmly, "I can see that something is worrying you. Is there something you'd like to tell me?"
Harry sank into her arms. Suddenly he felt that he ought to tell her about the letter. Opening his mouth, he told her everything: about the letter, about his reply, about not being able to sleep at night, and about the trashcan incident and the second talking snake. She listened and her eyes showed that she understood and pitied the young boy who was being so terrorized by such devilry.
As Harry told the story, he felt much more relaxed. A tranquil composure fell over him, and he felt tired all of a sudden.
"I think I'm going to go to bed now, mum. I'm really exhausted."
Following him upstairs, his aunt tucked him and shut his blinds. It was only 7:00 but she knew how tired Harry must be.
"Sleep well, Harry", she cooed, "Dream about your birthday coming up soon, ok?"
But Harry didn't respond. The last four nights had finally caught up to him.
Petunia went downstairs to tell Vernon what Harry had just told her.
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For the next week or so, Harry forgot about the letter. A huge burden was lifted off his chest after confessing to his aunt about receiving the letter. Petunia never spoke of it again, and Harry secretly hoped that she didn't tell Dudley, especially about him performing magic. Harry didn't want Dudley to think of him as strange.
On this particular morning, Harry didn't wake up late and lazy as he usually did. Rather, Dudley came crashing into his room, carrying a present, and screaming, "Huppy Burthday Harry!"
A quick learner, Harry instantly woke at the sound of Dudley entering his room, and he made room on his bed for the expected leap always made. Sure enough, Dudley bound onto Harry's blankets, successfully managing to break Harry's knee too.
"It's your birthday, it's your birthday! Wake up Harry! Wake up!"
Harry was now wildly dodging Dudley's arms, which were waving a package wrapped in black and white and bearing the Manchester United Football Club crest on it. Harry instantly woke up. Manchester United was, by far, his favorite football team in the Premiership.
Harry opened his present from Dudley on his bed, careful not to wreck the wrapping paper, ("Where did you find Manchester United paper, Dudley?"), and gasped when he saw what was inside.
There were three things, and all of them were black and white: Manchester United's colors. The first thing was a calendar with a picture of keeper Fabien Barthez blocking a ball from the goal on the cover. The second present was a pillowcase with a photo of midfielder Luke Chadwick kicking the ball away from a different team. The other team, Harry knew, was Arsenal because the background stadium was definitely Highbury Grounds.
"Cool, Dudley!", said Harry, "Lets put it on right now!"
Dudley helped Harry stuff his pillow in the case. A pillow fight ensued, and ten minutes later both Dudley and Harry were on the floor, laughing.
"You forgot the other present, Harry," said Dudley brushing the feathers off his pajamas.
"Oh yeah" replied Harry, jumping onto his bed and placing his new pillow carefully down where it belonged. Crumpled up inside the wrapping paper was a black and white pen with a Manchester player on the top. The leg was on a spring and, if pulled down, sprang up to kick the ball suspended from the player's hand.
"Where did you get all this Manchester stuff? Harry asked Dudley.
"Dad drove me all the way to the fan club store."
Vexed, Harry responded, "You went without me? When?"
"During the few days when you were sick. After my birthday."
"Oh," replied Harry, disappointed that he had missed the trip to his favorite place in the world. "Thanks a lot Dudley. This is really awesome stuff."
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For Harry's birthday, the four Dursleys and Dennis, one of Harry's friends, went to the fair. It was all right. They went to the fair every year, and usually Harry got to go to the fair ~and~ somewhere for his birthday. But this year the fair was unusually late and they hadn't gone yet. Harry wore his new running shoes that he got for his birthday, and some super-cool sunglasses his Aunt Marge had sent in the mail. Overall, Harry had a great birthday.
It was past dusk when the Dursleys got back from the fair and dropping Dennis off at his house. The cake that Harry had been tempted to eat earlier was now ready to eat. Harry's cake was made of ice cream. Aunt Petunia had been disappointed when Harry told her he wanted a cake made of chocolate ice cream. "That's not a real cake, Harry" she had said. Still everyone including his mum had to admit that the cake had turned out amazing.
After three games of cards and two hours of laughing, Harry was tired. Everyone trudged off to his or her bed. It was late. Harry stayed awake, staring at his clock. In ten minutes it would be his real birth-day. Tomorrow was a Monday, and Mr. Dursley had to go to work. So it had been decided to celebrate Harry's big day the day before. In addition, the fair's last day was Sunday.
Eight minutes until midnight.Harry was really good at Poker, tonight was the first time he had beat his dad, six minutes.the Whirl'em Twirl'em was probably Harry's favorite ride at the park now that he was too big to ride the mini-coaster, four minutes. this pillowcase Dudley have him was really soft, one minute. the only thing he wanted that he hadn't gotten for his birthday was a dog, five, four, three, two, one..
Someone was knocking on the door.
Yeah now your job is to review me. yepyep