Hello to all the older loyal fans of Summer Across the Road and the
newcomers wanting something to distract them from everyday life. I know
that I didn't even finish writing the story yet but the more I wrote the
less pleased I was with the story's past so I decided to re-write the whole
story and who knows, I might even throw in a completely new chapter just
for fun. Well, enjoy!
A/N: All characters except for the Toyamatto's are copywrited J.K Rowling, the Toyamatto's, me.
Chapter one:
Darkness. Dim silver light from the moon shone along with the glowing from the clock which read 12:03AM. A thin seventeen year old boy sat down on his bed. His bright green eyes shone in the moonlight. Massaging his scar, that just stopped hurting, which was hidden under a head of messy black hair. Harry was worried about his scar being in pain, he found out a couple of years ago, six to be exact, that when his scar hurts, something bad will happen.
"Not today," he silently pleaded. "Please not today..."
Normally he would be doing his homework, but who wants to do their homework on their birthday? Hermonie maybe, but not Harry. A soft hooting from outside and a scratching sound on the window told Harry that what he was hoping for has finally arrived.
He walked to his window, trying to not disturb the Dursley's, he opened it and seven owls fluttered in. He tiptoed back to his bed, avoiding all the creaky boards. If the Dursley's heard even the littlest of noise, they would lock him up for sure. His owl, Hedwig, didn't look pleased to see so many owls in her owner's room but knew that she shouldn't make a sound. The first owl that he took the parchment off if was the Dailey Prophet. He thought that it'd be a good way to know what's going on in the widzarding world. He paid the small barn owl and it left.
The second one had untidy writing on it; he knew it was from Hagrid. Hagrid didn't have the beast penmen ship. He untied the box that was attached to the large screech owl. It was heavy. Harry was worried that'd be some rock cakes. He carefully unwrapped the box and found a huge blanket that was covered with a photo of Hogwarts. Harry read the small note that was with it;
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Happy Birthday Harry. Hope ya like your present. I knitted it meself. -Hagrid
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Harry moved to the next one which was a small owl that he recognized as this redheaded, big footed, best friend, Ron's owl. Harry untied the parcel from Pig's leg. Pig was small but the size of the box made him look half his normal size. Once free from the weight of the gift, Pig flew out of the window, and out of sight. Ron came from a big family, known as the Weasleys, and didn't have a lot of money. But inside, there was two separate boxes and one note. Harry read the note first.
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Hey Harry, Happy birthday! Sorry but you wont be able to come visit us this summer, but Mom bringing us to visit Bill and Charlie. Hope you like your present, one's from George and Fred. Hermonie might have got ya something great. -Ron
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Eagerly he opened the present from the twins. Inside were some Dungboms, Filbuster's Fireworks, and their own fake wands. From Ron's side was an orange shirt with CC in bold letters right where his heart would be when he's wearing it. Harry knew at once that the CC on the shirt stood for "Chuddy Canons". He Canons were Ron's favorite Quidditch team (a wizard sport played of brooms) Harry couldn't help but smile. Ron knew that Quidditch was one of his favorite things in the world, even thought the Chuddy Cannons might not be.
The next owl was from Hogwarts. Harry laid the note on his bed and decided to read it later. The third last owl was from Hermonie. She gave him a new bag to carry his books around in and wand polish. Harry was grateful for the new bag considering that last year his old bag got torn when he fell. Harry took the letter that was on an old looking owl's leg. He sat down by the last owl and read it.
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Hello Harry. I hope that you had a happy birthday. Sorry that I don't have a present for you right now. But I'll send you one soon. For now I want you to stay out of trouble and be careful, Voldemort might be dead but who knows. Tell me if anything weird happens. -Sirius
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Harry grew worried again, it's like Sirius knew what had just happened and thought that he'd write him back in the morning. Voldemort was an extremely evil wizard who killed Harry's parents when he was one. It was because of him that he lived with the muggles even though Sirius was his god-father.
He seized the final owl; it was a gorgeous snowy owl with yellow eyes. He undid the knot had released the owl outside and read the letter that was attached. It was in a shiny lavender ink. Harry couldn't think of anyone who wrote with lavender ink.
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Hi Harry, Ron told me that it was your birthday. And I thought that you might like this. Hope that you do. -Karrot.
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Harry was surprised that Karrot thought of giving him a present. They only knew her for less then a year now and for half a year they were calling her Watashi. She transferred from Japan to Hogwarts last year, and didn't understand much English. She became friends with Harry quickly after she began speaking. But there was only another piece of parchment. Harry unrolled the parchment with care and his jaw dropped. It was about a meter long and it was a sketch of Harry on his broom reaching for the Golden Snitch. Harry could recognize the scene as the last game from last year. She even sketched in Draco in the background, trying to gain on him. Harry was so amazed at how real it looked, he was waiting for it to move. At the top there was a piece of string to hang it from.
Harry yawned and looked at his clock. It was now one o'clock. Harry crawled into bed. Not thinking about Voldemort, not thinking about Hogwarts, but of how many rotten things could happen on his birthday.
A/N: So there is the newly written version of the first chapter, Please review for me. The next chapter should be up but next year and it will get livelier.
A/N: All characters except for the Toyamatto's are copywrited J.K Rowling, the Toyamatto's, me.
Chapter one:
Darkness. Dim silver light from the moon shone along with the glowing from the clock which read 12:03AM. A thin seventeen year old boy sat down on his bed. His bright green eyes shone in the moonlight. Massaging his scar, that just stopped hurting, which was hidden under a head of messy black hair. Harry was worried about his scar being in pain, he found out a couple of years ago, six to be exact, that when his scar hurts, something bad will happen.
"Not today," he silently pleaded. "Please not today..."
Normally he would be doing his homework, but who wants to do their homework on their birthday? Hermonie maybe, but not Harry. A soft hooting from outside and a scratching sound on the window told Harry that what he was hoping for has finally arrived.
He walked to his window, trying to not disturb the Dursley's, he opened it and seven owls fluttered in. He tiptoed back to his bed, avoiding all the creaky boards. If the Dursley's heard even the littlest of noise, they would lock him up for sure. His owl, Hedwig, didn't look pleased to see so many owls in her owner's room but knew that she shouldn't make a sound. The first owl that he took the parchment off if was the Dailey Prophet. He thought that it'd be a good way to know what's going on in the widzarding world. He paid the small barn owl and it left.
The second one had untidy writing on it; he knew it was from Hagrid. Hagrid didn't have the beast penmen ship. He untied the box that was attached to the large screech owl. It was heavy. Harry was worried that'd be some rock cakes. He carefully unwrapped the box and found a huge blanket that was covered with a photo of Hogwarts. Harry read the small note that was with it;
_-_-_-_
Happy Birthday Harry. Hope ya like your present. I knitted it meself. -Hagrid
_-_-_-_
Harry moved to the next one which was a small owl that he recognized as this redheaded, big footed, best friend, Ron's owl. Harry untied the parcel from Pig's leg. Pig was small but the size of the box made him look half his normal size. Once free from the weight of the gift, Pig flew out of the window, and out of sight. Ron came from a big family, known as the Weasleys, and didn't have a lot of money. But inside, there was two separate boxes and one note. Harry read the note first.
_-_-_-_
Hey Harry, Happy birthday! Sorry but you wont be able to come visit us this summer, but Mom bringing us to visit Bill and Charlie. Hope you like your present, one's from George and Fred. Hermonie might have got ya something great. -Ron
_-_-_-_
Eagerly he opened the present from the twins. Inside were some Dungboms, Filbuster's Fireworks, and their own fake wands. From Ron's side was an orange shirt with CC in bold letters right where his heart would be when he's wearing it. Harry knew at once that the CC on the shirt stood for "Chuddy Canons". He Canons were Ron's favorite Quidditch team (a wizard sport played of brooms) Harry couldn't help but smile. Ron knew that Quidditch was one of his favorite things in the world, even thought the Chuddy Cannons might not be.
The next owl was from Hogwarts. Harry laid the note on his bed and decided to read it later. The third last owl was from Hermonie. She gave him a new bag to carry his books around in and wand polish. Harry was grateful for the new bag considering that last year his old bag got torn when he fell. Harry took the letter that was on an old looking owl's leg. He sat down by the last owl and read it.
_-_-_-_
Hello Harry. I hope that you had a happy birthday. Sorry that I don't have a present for you right now. But I'll send you one soon. For now I want you to stay out of trouble and be careful, Voldemort might be dead but who knows. Tell me if anything weird happens. -Sirius
_-_-_-_
Harry grew worried again, it's like Sirius knew what had just happened and thought that he'd write him back in the morning. Voldemort was an extremely evil wizard who killed Harry's parents when he was one. It was because of him that he lived with the muggles even though Sirius was his god-father.
He seized the final owl; it was a gorgeous snowy owl with yellow eyes. He undid the knot had released the owl outside and read the letter that was attached. It was in a shiny lavender ink. Harry couldn't think of anyone who wrote with lavender ink.
_-_-_-_
Hi Harry, Ron told me that it was your birthday. And I thought that you might like this. Hope that you do. -Karrot.
_-_-_-_
Harry was surprised that Karrot thought of giving him a present. They only knew her for less then a year now and for half a year they were calling her Watashi. She transferred from Japan to Hogwarts last year, and didn't understand much English. She became friends with Harry quickly after she began speaking. But there was only another piece of parchment. Harry unrolled the parchment with care and his jaw dropped. It was about a meter long and it was a sketch of Harry on his broom reaching for the Golden Snitch. Harry could recognize the scene as the last game from last year. She even sketched in Draco in the background, trying to gain on him. Harry was so amazed at how real it looked, he was waiting for it to move. At the top there was a piece of string to hang it from.
Harry yawned and looked at his clock. It was now one o'clock. Harry crawled into bed. Not thinking about Voldemort, not thinking about Hogwarts, but of how many rotten things could happen on his birthday.
A/N: So there is the newly written version of the first chapter, Please review for me. The next chapter should be up but next year and it will get livelier.