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A/N: Woohoo, another chapter! Hope you like this one even better than the first!
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Just then, as Harry was about to read the letter, he heard Uncle Vernon call, "Harry!" Harry groaned, laying the letter on top of the box on his desk, quickly dashing down to the living room, where he believed his uncle to be. For once, his relative didn't sound angry; Harry walked to his uncle, who was sitting in an armchair, struggling not to ask what was wrong.
Uncle Vernon just sat in the comfortable chair, looking disgustedly at Harry. "Harry, those broken glasses sicken me. You're getting contacts," said Harry's uncle, still staring at Harry's glasses. Harry was too shocked to move, wondering if this was all a joke. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your shoes on and get into the car!"
Harry, not being able to feel his legs, somehow managed to shuffle over to the door and slip his shoes onto his feet. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, walking out into the brisk afternoon air. After quickly glancing around, the boy walked to the car, opened the door, and slipped into the back. His uncle followed, getting into the driver's seat of the car.
Aunt Petunia, frowning crossly, walked out the front door of number four Privet Drive and into the passenger seat, looking back at Harry, who was putting his seatbelt over his chest. "We might as well get you some new clothes while we're out," said his aunt. "The ones you're wearing now are simply wretched."
Harry blinked twice, when, suddenly, it hit him. The reason they were being kind to him, I mean. The moment he graduated, he would be able to perform magic outside Hogwarts. He shrugged, deciding to go along with his aunt and uncle on the shopping spree of his life. Besides, the Weasleys weren't coming 'till three and it was only eleven.
When they arrived at the mall, the three headed straight for the eyeglass store. Harry chose some regular contacts, interestingly watching the Muggle show him how to put them in, take them out, and clean them. After buying the contacts, they headed for J.C. Penney's. After looking through the store for what seemed like hours to Harry, he picked out the most expensive items, most of which he would never wear.
"Revenge is sweet," Harry mumbled quietly to himself, a small smirk upon his face. When they had bought everything Harry had selected, they went out of the store with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon carrying all the bags. Harry, still smirking, glanced down at his new watch, which read 2:30.
Harry, startled, looked over at his aunt and uncle, saying, "We've got to get home; the Weasleys are coming to pick me up at three." The two, being nice to him for once, hurried out of the mall behind Harry, searching for their car among the hundreds in the mall's parking lot. After a few minutes of looking through aisles, they found it, getting in and racing home.
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Smiling, Harry glanced around his empty room, having just cleaned up his Hogwarts letter and the letters from Ron and Luna. "I'm free!" When he had finished saying this, a loud horn honked outside. "They're here," he thought to himself, picking up Hedwig's cage and his large trunk, which was lying on the floor. Walking out of his room and to the head of the stairs, Harry saw his pig of a cousin Dudley at the bottom of the stairs.
"Finally," Dudley drawled, "Potter's leaving." Mrs. Dursley, who was standing right beside Dudley, glared menacingly at her son and smacked him on the side of the head. "Ow," Dudley yelped, rubbing his head. Mr. Dursley, who had just walked into the house through the open door, dashed up the stairs and took Harry's trunk out of his hands. Vernon Dursley carried Harry's trunk down the stairs, pushing past his rude son. Harry followed, walking out the door, not even casting a glance back at his aunt and cousin.
"Harry!" yelled Ron happily, standing on the sidewalk beside a girl Harry didn't recognize.
"Hi, Ron," Harry hesitated for a few moments, looking at the girl, just noticing she was holding Ron's hand. "Who are you?" Harry asked, looking puzzled. "And, Ron, where's Hermione?"
"Don't be stupid," said the girl with straight light brown hair. "It's me, Hermione!" Harry just stood, still looking quite puzzled, as he looked from Ron to Hermione, then their linked hands.
Harry, bewildered, said, "Who are you, and what have you done with Ron and Hermione?"
"What?" Ron looked over at the new and improved Hermione. Harry raised one eyebrow and stared at the two, wondering if they had lost their minds.
"In case you haven't noticed, you two are holding hands," Harry trailed off.
"Harry, this may come as a shock to you, but Ron and I are dating," Hermione said calmly, watching for Harry's response. Harry, his mouth agape, was in shock, very much, as a matter of fact.
"I repeat: who are you and what have you done with Ron and Hermione?"
"Come on, kids, you can finish your conversation in the car," Arthur Weasley said, shutting the trunk of the enchanted car. Harry noticed he had already taken his trunk from his uncle. "Oh, yes, Harry, we'll be needing your school supplies list." Harry, just remembering he had stuffed the letter in his pocket in a hurry to clean up his room. As he pulled the letter out of his pocket, he felt a sharp prick from something inside the envelope. He opened it up and peeked inside; for the third time that day, Harry was shocked. He had made Head Boy!
Quickly stuffing the letter back into his pocket, Harry looked over at Hermione. "Hermione, have you been made Head Girl?"
"Unfortunately, no, I haven't, why?" Hermione said, fiddling with her straight hair; she was obviously angry about this affair.
"Uh, because I seem to have landed the role of Head Boy," stammered Harry, watching Ron's mouth drop open.
"Car, you three," Arthur Weasley said impatiently. "Harry, I need your list."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, fishing the envelope back out of his pocket. He drew the supplies list out of the manila-colored envelope, handing it to Mr. Weasley. Stuffing the rest of the letter and his Head Boy pin back into his pocket, he hopped into the back seat of the car after Ron and Hermione.
"Hey, Dad, guess what. Harry was made Head Boy," Ron said conversationally, looking out the window as Privet Drive disappeared from sight.
"Why, that's wonderful; did you make Head Girl, Hermione?" asked Arthur, who was sitting in the front of the car.
"No," Hermione said again angrily, "I did not."
"Personally, I think Hermione should have been made Head Girl," said Ron, looking into Hermione's eyes.
"Oh, Ron, you're so sweet," Hermione said, also looking into Ron's eyes, but before Harry could blink either eye, his two friends were swapping saliva. Harry flinched at this horrid sight, saying, "Do you notice anything different, other than, uh, you two?"
"Harry, your glasses!" Hermione said, giggling light-heartedly, which was very odd, for Harry had never heard her giggle before-ever.
"Where are they?" asked Ron, searching for any trace of Harry's glasses anywhere.
"Er, contacts," voiced Harry, rubbing his eyes at the mention of this accomplishment. "I don't think the Dursleys wanted me to come back and haunt them," Harry replied to their questioning looks, chuckling.
Mr. Weasley, who'd been laughing at the sight of Ron and Hermione kissing, finally spoke up, "You three stay in the car; I'm going to get your mother and Ginny." Mr. Weasley opened the car door and stepped out onto the ground, walking into the Burrow.
Hermione giggled once more, kissing Ron for the second time on their trip, saying, "I can't believe this is our last year!" Mr. Weasley got back into the car, this time accompanied by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, who looked superb.
"We're off to Diagon Alley!"
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Abby: You like? I sure hope so! We'll finish the third chapter as soon as possible!
Rebekah: Yes, siree! Hope you liked the happies!
Abby: I love all you nice, kind reviewers! ^_^
A/N: Woohoo, another chapter! Hope you like this one even better than the first!
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Just then, as Harry was about to read the letter, he heard Uncle Vernon call, "Harry!" Harry groaned, laying the letter on top of the box on his desk, quickly dashing down to the living room, where he believed his uncle to be. For once, his relative didn't sound angry; Harry walked to his uncle, who was sitting in an armchair, struggling not to ask what was wrong.
Uncle Vernon just sat in the comfortable chair, looking disgustedly at Harry. "Harry, those broken glasses sicken me. You're getting contacts," said Harry's uncle, still staring at Harry's glasses. Harry was too shocked to move, wondering if this was all a joke. "Well, what are you waiting for? Get your shoes on and get into the car!"
Harry, not being able to feel his legs, somehow managed to shuffle over to the door and slip his shoes onto his feet. He grabbed the door handle and pulled it open, walking out into the brisk afternoon air. After quickly glancing around, the boy walked to the car, opened the door, and slipped into the back. His uncle followed, getting into the driver's seat of the car.
Aunt Petunia, frowning crossly, walked out the front door of number four Privet Drive and into the passenger seat, looking back at Harry, who was putting his seatbelt over his chest. "We might as well get you some new clothes while we're out," said his aunt. "The ones you're wearing now are simply wretched."
Harry blinked twice, when, suddenly, it hit him. The reason they were being kind to him, I mean. The moment he graduated, he would be able to perform magic outside Hogwarts. He shrugged, deciding to go along with his aunt and uncle on the shopping spree of his life. Besides, the Weasleys weren't coming 'till three and it was only eleven.
When they arrived at the mall, the three headed straight for the eyeglass store. Harry chose some regular contacts, interestingly watching the Muggle show him how to put them in, take them out, and clean them. After buying the contacts, they headed for J.C. Penney's. After looking through the store for what seemed like hours to Harry, he picked out the most expensive items, most of which he would never wear.
"Revenge is sweet," Harry mumbled quietly to himself, a small smirk upon his face. When they had bought everything Harry had selected, they went out of the store with Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon carrying all the bags. Harry, still smirking, glanced down at his new watch, which read 2:30.
Harry, startled, looked over at his aunt and uncle, saying, "We've got to get home; the Weasleys are coming to pick me up at three." The two, being nice to him for once, hurried out of the mall behind Harry, searching for their car among the hundreds in the mall's parking lot. After a few minutes of looking through aisles, they found it, getting in and racing home.
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Smiling, Harry glanced around his empty room, having just cleaned up his Hogwarts letter and the letters from Ron and Luna. "I'm free!" When he had finished saying this, a loud horn honked outside. "They're here," he thought to himself, picking up Hedwig's cage and his large trunk, which was lying on the floor. Walking out of his room and to the head of the stairs, Harry saw his pig of a cousin Dudley at the bottom of the stairs.
"Finally," Dudley drawled, "Potter's leaving." Mrs. Dursley, who was standing right beside Dudley, glared menacingly at her son and smacked him on the side of the head. "Ow," Dudley yelped, rubbing his head. Mr. Dursley, who had just walked into the house through the open door, dashed up the stairs and took Harry's trunk out of his hands. Vernon Dursley carried Harry's trunk down the stairs, pushing past his rude son. Harry followed, walking out the door, not even casting a glance back at his aunt and cousin.
"Harry!" yelled Ron happily, standing on the sidewalk beside a girl Harry didn't recognize.
"Hi, Ron," Harry hesitated for a few moments, looking at the girl, just noticing she was holding Ron's hand. "Who are you?" Harry asked, looking puzzled. "And, Ron, where's Hermione?"
"Don't be stupid," said the girl with straight light brown hair. "It's me, Hermione!" Harry just stood, still looking quite puzzled, as he looked from Ron to Hermione, then their linked hands.
Harry, bewildered, said, "Who are you, and what have you done with Ron and Hermione?"
"What?" Ron looked over at the new and improved Hermione. Harry raised one eyebrow and stared at the two, wondering if they had lost their minds.
"In case you haven't noticed, you two are holding hands," Harry trailed off.
"Harry, this may come as a shock to you, but Ron and I are dating," Hermione said calmly, watching for Harry's response. Harry, his mouth agape, was in shock, very much, as a matter of fact.
"I repeat: who are you and what have you done with Ron and Hermione?"
"Come on, kids, you can finish your conversation in the car," Arthur Weasley said, shutting the trunk of the enchanted car. Harry noticed he had already taken his trunk from his uncle. "Oh, yes, Harry, we'll be needing your school supplies list." Harry, just remembering he had stuffed the letter in his pocket in a hurry to clean up his room. As he pulled the letter out of his pocket, he felt a sharp prick from something inside the envelope. He opened it up and peeked inside; for the third time that day, Harry was shocked. He had made Head Boy!
Quickly stuffing the letter back into his pocket, Harry looked over at Hermione. "Hermione, have you been made Head Girl?"
"Unfortunately, no, I haven't, why?" Hermione said, fiddling with her straight hair; she was obviously angry about this affair.
"Uh, because I seem to have landed the role of Head Boy," stammered Harry, watching Ron's mouth drop open.
"Car, you three," Arthur Weasley said impatiently. "Harry, I need your list."
"Oh, yeah, sorry, Mr. Weasley," Harry said, fishing the envelope back out of his pocket. He drew the supplies list out of the manila-colored envelope, handing it to Mr. Weasley. Stuffing the rest of the letter and his Head Boy pin back into his pocket, he hopped into the back seat of the car after Ron and Hermione.
"Hey, Dad, guess what. Harry was made Head Boy," Ron said conversationally, looking out the window as Privet Drive disappeared from sight.
"Why, that's wonderful; did you make Head Girl, Hermione?" asked Arthur, who was sitting in the front of the car.
"No," Hermione said again angrily, "I did not."
"Personally, I think Hermione should have been made Head Girl," said Ron, looking into Hermione's eyes.
"Oh, Ron, you're so sweet," Hermione said, also looking into Ron's eyes, but before Harry could blink either eye, his two friends were swapping saliva. Harry flinched at this horrid sight, saying, "Do you notice anything different, other than, uh, you two?"
"Harry, your glasses!" Hermione said, giggling light-heartedly, which was very odd, for Harry had never heard her giggle before-ever.
"Where are they?" asked Ron, searching for any trace of Harry's glasses anywhere.
"Er, contacts," voiced Harry, rubbing his eyes at the mention of this accomplishment. "I don't think the Dursleys wanted me to come back and haunt them," Harry replied to their questioning looks, chuckling.
Mr. Weasley, who'd been laughing at the sight of Ron and Hermione kissing, finally spoke up, "You three stay in the car; I'm going to get your mother and Ginny." Mr. Weasley opened the car door and stepped out onto the ground, walking into the Burrow.
Hermione giggled once more, kissing Ron for the second time on their trip, saying, "I can't believe this is our last year!" Mr. Weasley got back into the car, this time accompanied by Mrs. Weasley and Ginny, who looked superb.
"We're off to Diagon Alley!"
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Abby: You like? I sure hope so! We'll finish the third chapter as soon as possible!
Rebekah: Yes, siree! Hope you liked the happies!
Abby: I love all you nice, kind reviewers! ^_^