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bCh. 1 Jeffery b
iDear Mr. P,
Wait for Jeffery to come, you're going to see your aunt in America. Please be packed, remember to bring your cloak, it's very cold, and also, Aunt Molly is out of brooms, and her birthday's coming up, she could do with one.
Hoping you're well,
H. A. D.
P.S.- I'm leaving my home for the summer, don't write.i
Harry looked up from his letter, trying to figure out what it meant. He, obviously, was 'Mr. P' and Jeffery was Remus J. Lupin. 'Bring your cloak', what did that mean? It was simple, bring the invisibility cloak. 'Aunt Molly' Molly Weasley, the Weasley's were going too. Where? America, they were going into hiding. Out of brooms? He would need his firebolt. H. A. D. was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Simple!
Harry and his friends had been writing in this code all summer, Hermione was Harmony, Ron was Don, Remus was Jeffery, Sirius was snuffles. They sent as often as possible by muggle mail, it was less likely of being intercepted. And, the thing they had been speaking of ever since the attack on Hogwarts, they were going to America, into hiding, as muggles. For how long? Who knows.
As he didn't know when 'Jeffery' was coming, he went to pack immediately. However, Dudley intercepted him.
"Where are you going?" he grabbed the letter and read it. "And what's this gibberish?"
"None of your business, now get out of my way, I need to pack."
"No, I don't feel like it, tell me what this means."
"Wouldn't your mummy be angry if she knew you wanted to know about my life, about my 'magic'?"
"Mum's not here, now, tell me what this is, who's 'Aunt Molly'?"
"Fine, ya wanna know? It means I'm going to America, to live in a muggle school, until this mad wizards stops trying to murder me!" Dudley looked both horrified and joyous at the same time. "Let me pass? Please? And you'll have to move, a whale and a human can't fit in the same hall." He grabbed the letter, and ran to his room before Dudley had figured out what he said. As soon as he got there he saw Hedwig, his owl, on her leg was a letter. He took it off and patted her on the head, and read it.
iDear Mr. P,
How are you? Hope you're well. Guess, what, we're taking that trip to America to see Aunt Molly! Did H.A.D write you? Don says hi, and so does Ginger. And Snuffles is wiggling with excitement! He's coming too, Jeffery should be there soon, see ya soon!
Love,
Harmony
P.S. I miss that hog, I wish he hadn't died, poor wartsie. ( i
Hog, wartsie, yes, poor Hogwarts, poor Snape, poor Trelawny. Harry smiled at the rest of the letter.. He liked 'Ginger' for Ginny, it suited her well. Soon, how soon was soon?
His question was answered twenty minutes later, just as he had finished packing, there was a knock on the door. He ran downstairs to see his Aunt Petunia talking to Remus. She looked quite distasteful.
"Just take the boy and leave, he's.oh, here he is." She was saying as she noticed Harry, he nodded.
"Got your trunk?" he asked, paying no more attention to Petunia. He nodded, and they left, him pulling the trunk behind him and Hedwig soaring above him.
"We're going to meet the Weasley's and Snuffles in America, Dumbledore got us a portkey, it should be here somewhere, ah, here we are." He picked up an empty wine bottle. "How has your summer been?" he asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Oh, fine, the Dursley's leave me alone, mostly, I can't believe what happened to Hogwarts though... and it's been fun making up code names."
"Yes, I saw that, I see you used my middle name. How sweet," he said sarcastically, Harry laughed. "You've grown." He said, and it was true.
Harry had raven-black unruly hair and bright emerald green eyes. Before the school year had ended, he had been just a small scrawny 15-year- old boy, but since then, he had started running, and that helped. To him, he looked like a normal 16-year-old boy, except for his lightening shaped scar on his forehead, to any girl, however, he looked drop-dead gorgeous. But he hadn't looked in the mirror for quite awhile, and Dudley's clothes made him still look quite small.
Harry nodded and grabbed onto the portkey, he'd never been to America, and he wondered where in America they were going.
They were going to a small town called Clayton, Ohio, to live in a large mansion type building out in the middle of *nowhere*.
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A/N: I know, there isn't much emotion about the Hogwarts incident, but they have to be careful how they act, srry! Again...format?
Princessdza- Thank you! Do you really think so?
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bCh. 1 Jeffery b
iDear Mr. P,
Wait for Jeffery to come, you're going to see your aunt in America. Please be packed, remember to bring your cloak, it's very cold, and also, Aunt Molly is out of brooms, and her birthday's coming up, she could do with one.
Hoping you're well,
H. A. D.
P.S.- I'm leaving my home for the summer, don't write.i
Harry looked up from his letter, trying to figure out what it meant. He, obviously, was 'Mr. P' and Jeffery was Remus J. Lupin. 'Bring your cloak', what did that mean? It was simple, bring the invisibility cloak. 'Aunt Molly' Molly Weasley, the Weasley's were going too. Where? America, they were going into hiding. Out of brooms? He would need his firebolt. H. A. D. was Headmaster Albus Dumbledore. Simple!
Harry and his friends had been writing in this code all summer, Hermione was Harmony, Ron was Don, Remus was Jeffery, Sirius was snuffles. They sent as often as possible by muggle mail, it was less likely of being intercepted. And, the thing they had been speaking of ever since the attack on Hogwarts, they were going to America, into hiding, as muggles. For how long? Who knows.
As he didn't know when 'Jeffery' was coming, he went to pack immediately. However, Dudley intercepted him.
"Where are you going?" he grabbed the letter and read it. "And what's this gibberish?"
"None of your business, now get out of my way, I need to pack."
"No, I don't feel like it, tell me what this means."
"Wouldn't your mummy be angry if she knew you wanted to know about my life, about my 'magic'?"
"Mum's not here, now, tell me what this is, who's 'Aunt Molly'?"
"Fine, ya wanna know? It means I'm going to America, to live in a muggle school, until this mad wizards stops trying to murder me!" Dudley looked both horrified and joyous at the same time. "Let me pass? Please? And you'll have to move, a whale and a human can't fit in the same hall." He grabbed the letter, and ran to his room before Dudley had figured out what he said. As soon as he got there he saw Hedwig, his owl, on her leg was a letter. He took it off and patted her on the head, and read it.
iDear Mr. P,
How are you? Hope you're well. Guess, what, we're taking that trip to America to see Aunt Molly! Did H.A.D write you? Don says hi, and so does Ginger. And Snuffles is wiggling with excitement! He's coming too, Jeffery should be there soon, see ya soon!
Love,
Harmony
P.S. I miss that hog, I wish he hadn't died, poor wartsie. ( i
Hog, wartsie, yes, poor Hogwarts, poor Snape, poor Trelawny. Harry smiled at the rest of the letter.. He liked 'Ginger' for Ginny, it suited her well. Soon, how soon was soon?
His question was answered twenty minutes later, just as he had finished packing, there was a knock on the door. He ran downstairs to see his Aunt Petunia talking to Remus. She looked quite distasteful.
"Just take the boy and leave, he's.oh, here he is." She was saying as she noticed Harry, he nodded.
"Got your trunk?" he asked, paying no more attention to Petunia. He nodded, and they left, him pulling the trunk behind him and Hedwig soaring above him.
"We're going to meet the Weasley's and Snuffles in America, Dumbledore got us a portkey, it should be here somewhere, ah, here we are." He picked up an empty wine bottle. "How has your summer been?" he asked, looking at him worriedly.
"Oh, fine, the Dursley's leave me alone, mostly, I can't believe what happened to Hogwarts though... and it's been fun making up code names."
"Yes, I saw that, I see you used my middle name. How sweet," he said sarcastically, Harry laughed. "You've grown." He said, and it was true.
Harry had raven-black unruly hair and bright emerald green eyes. Before the school year had ended, he had been just a small scrawny 15-year- old boy, but since then, he had started running, and that helped. To him, he looked like a normal 16-year-old boy, except for his lightening shaped scar on his forehead, to any girl, however, he looked drop-dead gorgeous. But he hadn't looked in the mirror for quite awhile, and Dudley's clothes made him still look quite small.
Harry nodded and grabbed onto the portkey, he'd never been to America, and he wondered where in America they were going.
They were going to a small town called Clayton, Ohio, to live in a large mansion type building out in the middle of *nowhere*.
~*~
A/N: I know, there isn't much emotion about the Hogwarts incident, but they have to be careful how they act, srry! Again...format?
Princessdza- Thank you! Do you really think so?