Disclaimer: All the names and places belong to J.K. Rowling.
A/N: Hey! This is written by me, Abby, and my friend, Rebekah. So if you see something like this:
Abby: Hi!
Rebekah: Hey!
You'll know we're commenting on a part of the stories, joking around, or just talking. Well, anyways.
Abby: Happy reading!
Beckah: Yeah, have an exciting time in the happies, the sads, and the mysteries!
Abby: Er.
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Harry Potter sat at his desk, his ceiling fan blowing his messy black hair in the breeze. On the desk was a piece of parchment, and in his hand was a gray-colored quill with ink. The letter was addressed to Ron, and read as follows:
Dear Ron,
This is my last week with the Dursleys and I'm all packed and ready to go. This room looks completely empty with all my stuff off the floor. So you're coming to get me tomorrow? How's Hermione? I can't believe this is our last year at Hogwarts! Well, anyways, update me on everything in your next letter.
Truly yours,
Harry
The green-eyed boy folded the letter up and walked over to Hedwig's cage, petting the snowy owl perched on top. He attached the letter to his owl's talons, saying, "Take it to Ron." Hedwig pecked him on the ear affectionately before dismounting the cage and flying out the window into the pitch-black darkness of night.
Harry collapsed onto his bed, sighing. Then, a sharp jolt went through his spine as he remembered his life here with his relatives. He thought about the Dursleys, hopefully never having to live here at number four Privet Drive again. He was neither happy, nor sad, not being able to decide whether he was overjoyed to leave his cruel relatives, or sad that he would never see his aunt, uncle, and cousin again.
Harry didn't know where he was going to live, but he knew Mrs. Weasley would help him in any way possible. He knew the N.E.W.T.S. were coming up soon, and he hoped he would score well on the seventh year exams, well enough to be an Auror, the job he'd wanted ever since he heard of the Defense Against the Dark Arts vocation.
Beginning to worry, Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar proceeded to burn, a sharp pain coursing through his entire head. He tried to draw his attention away from the pain by getting up and picking up a book from the top of the pile in his already open trunk. Flopping back onto his stomach on his bed, Harry yawned.
Harry saw the title 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' on the cover of the book, starting to flip through the large book. For hours, he flipped through, awaiting Ron's reply. The seventeen-year-old glanced over at Dudley's old alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beside his bed, just now noticing it was 2:13 AM. He looked back to the book as he yawned, drifting off to sleep.
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In the morning he awoke, glancing back over at his clock; it now read 10:46 AM. Harry lifted his head, realizing why he had been so uncomfortable during the night. He groaned, then rolled over onto his back, and tossed the book back into his trunk. Yawning, Harry slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, attempting to finish waking.
The black-haired boy stood extending his arms above his head as he yawned again, walking over to his desk, where he had laid out clothes for the day. He picked them up right before hearing a flutter of wings in the background. Harry quickly spun towards the window, spotting his faithful owl. He smiled brightly, watching Hedwig fly over to him, a small package and letter in her claws. Laying his clothes back down on the bed, unhooking both things from Hedwig's claws.
Harry read the letter first, setting the package down on his desk on top of his clothes. He quickly opened it, and read:
Dear Harry,
Everything's been going great here, although the house's getting quite hectic with preparations for Hogwarts. We'll be picking you up around three o'clock (if Dad's ready to go by that time.) Dad's driving this time, so we won't get stuck in the fireplace like we did last time. Hermione's already here; she'll be coming with us to pick you up. She's changed a lot; I bet you'll be surprised when you see her. Oh, yes, open the box; it's from Luna.
Your friend,
Ron
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Abby: By the way, 'last time' is meant to indicate 'last time we were here'. Oh, believe me, Beckah and I had many fights over this subject; just clarifying that so you wouldn't be bombing us with questions.
Rebekah: Yeah, that really confused me. Maybe it's because she's a really confusing person.
Abby: Spoken like a true blonde.
Beckah: She's right, I am a blonde. really blonde!
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Harry refolded the letter and laid it on the desk beside the clothes, picking up the package. Enclosed inside was a letter, a forget-me-not, and a picture of her and her dad; they were both smiling and waving. Harry stared at the picture for a few moments, picking up the letter. He opened it, reading:
Dear Harry,
I am extremely sorry I forgot your birthday. Since my fourth year, The Quibbler has been increasingly popular, thanks to you. I am sorry to say I shall not be attending Hogwarts this year; instead, I will be attending Durmstrang. In the box I have placed a forget-me-not and a picture of myself. Oh, yes, they have made a new Chocolate Frogs card featuring you. Isn't that a nice surprise! Because these are so rare, my father negotiated with the owners, and they gave him one! And strangely enough, I found one in my Chocolate Frogs. So I send you one (It's taped on the back of this letter.) as a gift of gratitude from both my father and me. Thank you for your helpfulness.
Love,
Luna
Harry flipped the letter over and saw a Chocolate Frogs card of himself spellotaped to the back. His small picture was waving and smiling, a weird sight to see. Just then, a gust of wind hit the back of Harry's neck. Turning around, he saw a gray and white-feathered owl perched on top of Hedwig's cage alongside Hedwig. Harry dropped Luna's letter back into the box, and covered the box with its lid. He walked over to Hedwig's cage and removed the letter from the unfamiliar owl's claws, watching the other owl take a sip of Hedwig's water and fly back out the window.
Harry stole a quick glance at the back of the letter, which bore the Hogwarts seal. Eager, he flipped it back over and ripped it open, pulling the letter out of the envelope.
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Abby: So how'd you like it? Feel free to review, but remember, flames will be used to roast marshmallows! ^_^
Rebekah: Uh.like I said, confusing!
Abby: Right over her head! Don't get mad if the second chapter doesn't come out very soon; we're very busy people!
Beckah: Surprisingly, I am a blonde, but like she said, I am pretty busy because I am pretty smart, when it comes to school, I mean.
Abby: Surprisingly.
Rebekah: O.K., Smarty-pants!
Abby: :P
A/N: Hey! This is written by me, Abby, and my friend, Rebekah. So if you see something like this:
Abby: Hi!
Rebekah: Hey!
You'll know we're commenting on a part of the stories, joking around, or just talking. Well, anyways.
Abby: Happy reading!
Beckah: Yeah, have an exciting time in the happies, the sads, and the mysteries!
Abby: Er.
^*^*^
Harry Potter sat at his desk, his ceiling fan blowing his messy black hair in the breeze. On the desk was a piece of parchment, and in his hand was a gray-colored quill with ink. The letter was addressed to Ron, and read as follows:
Dear Ron,
This is my last week with the Dursleys and I'm all packed and ready to go. This room looks completely empty with all my stuff off the floor. So you're coming to get me tomorrow? How's Hermione? I can't believe this is our last year at Hogwarts! Well, anyways, update me on everything in your next letter.
Truly yours,
Harry
The green-eyed boy folded the letter up and walked over to Hedwig's cage, petting the snowy owl perched on top. He attached the letter to his owl's talons, saying, "Take it to Ron." Hedwig pecked him on the ear affectionately before dismounting the cage and flying out the window into the pitch-black darkness of night.
Harry collapsed onto his bed, sighing. Then, a sharp jolt went through his spine as he remembered his life here with his relatives. He thought about the Dursleys, hopefully never having to live here at number four Privet Drive again. He was neither happy, nor sad, not being able to decide whether he was overjoyed to leave his cruel relatives, or sad that he would never see his aunt, uncle, and cousin again.
Harry didn't know where he was going to live, but he knew Mrs. Weasley would help him in any way possible. He knew the N.E.W.T.S. were coming up soon, and he hoped he would score well on the seventh year exams, well enough to be an Auror, the job he'd wanted ever since he heard of the Defense Against the Dark Arts vocation.
Beginning to worry, Harry's lightning bolt shaped scar proceeded to burn, a sharp pain coursing through his entire head. He tried to draw his attention away from the pain by getting up and picking up a book from the top of the pile in his already open trunk. Flopping back onto his stomach on his bed, Harry yawned.
Harry saw the title 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them' on the cover of the book, starting to flip through the large book. For hours, he flipped through, awaiting Ron's reply. The seventeen-year-old glanced over at Dudley's old alarm clock sitting on the nightstand beside his bed, just now noticing it was 2:13 AM. He looked back to the book as he yawned, drifting off to sleep.
^*^*^
In the morning he awoke, glancing back over at his clock; it now read 10:46 AM. Harry lifted his head, realizing why he had been so uncomfortable during the night. He groaned, then rolled over onto his back, and tossed the book back into his trunk. Yawning, Harry slowly swung his legs over the side of the bed, attempting to finish waking.
The black-haired boy stood extending his arms above his head as he yawned again, walking over to his desk, where he had laid out clothes for the day. He picked them up right before hearing a flutter of wings in the background. Harry quickly spun towards the window, spotting his faithful owl. He smiled brightly, watching Hedwig fly over to him, a small package and letter in her claws. Laying his clothes back down on the bed, unhooking both things from Hedwig's claws.
Harry read the letter first, setting the package down on his desk on top of his clothes. He quickly opened it, and read:
Dear Harry,
Everything's been going great here, although the house's getting quite hectic with preparations for Hogwarts. We'll be picking you up around three o'clock (if Dad's ready to go by that time.) Dad's driving this time, so we won't get stuck in the fireplace like we did last time. Hermione's already here; she'll be coming with us to pick you up. She's changed a lot; I bet you'll be surprised when you see her. Oh, yes, open the box; it's from Luna.
Your friend,
Ron
^*^*^
Abby: By the way, 'last time' is meant to indicate 'last time we were here'. Oh, believe me, Beckah and I had many fights over this subject; just clarifying that so you wouldn't be bombing us with questions.
Rebekah: Yeah, that really confused me. Maybe it's because she's a really confusing person.
Abby: Spoken like a true blonde.
Beckah: She's right, I am a blonde. really blonde!
^*^*^
Harry refolded the letter and laid it on the desk beside the clothes, picking up the package. Enclosed inside was a letter, a forget-me-not, and a picture of her and her dad; they were both smiling and waving. Harry stared at the picture for a few moments, picking up the letter. He opened it, reading:
Dear Harry,
I am extremely sorry I forgot your birthday. Since my fourth year, The Quibbler has been increasingly popular, thanks to you. I am sorry to say I shall not be attending Hogwarts this year; instead, I will be attending Durmstrang. In the box I have placed a forget-me-not and a picture of myself. Oh, yes, they have made a new Chocolate Frogs card featuring you. Isn't that a nice surprise! Because these are so rare, my father negotiated with the owners, and they gave him one! And strangely enough, I found one in my Chocolate Frogs. So I send you one (It's taped on the back of this letter.) as a gift of gratitude from both my father and me. Thank you for your helpfulness.
Love,
Luna
Harry flipped the letter over and saw a Chocolate Frogs card of himself spellotaped to the back. His small picture was waving and smiling, a weird sight to see. Just then, a gust of wind hit the back of Harry's neck. Turning around, he saw a gray and white-feathered owl perched on top of Hedwig's cage alongside Hedwig. Harry dropped Luna's letter back into the box, and covered the box with its lid. He walked over to Hedwig's cage and removed the letter from the unfamiliar owl's claws, watching the other owl take a sip of Hedwig's water and fly back out the window.
Harry stole a quick glance at the back of the letter, which bore the Hogwarts seal. Eager, he flipped it back over and ripped it open, pulling the letter out of the envelope.
^*^*^
Abby: So how'd you like it? Feel free to review, but remember, flames will be used to roast marshmallows! ^_^
Rebekah: Uh.like I said, confusing!
Abby: Right over her head! Don't get mad if the second chapter doesn't come out very soon; we're very busy people!
Beckah: Surprisingly, I am a blonde, but like she said, I am pretty busy because I am pretty smart, when it comes to school, I mean.
Abby: Surprisingly.
Rebekah: O.K., Smarty-pants!
Abby: :P