I hate when no one's reading my work, anyways, maybe this time I can find
reviews in my stories...
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He hurried upstairs and locked himself inside his room and preparing a parchment and his quill, readying himself to write to Lupin if he can come to Hermione's house tomorrow. He placed his book entitled 'the standard book of spells' and got a little piece of cauldron cake. As he got a bite on his cake, he wrote his letter on the parchment saying:
Lupin,
Hermione invited me to come and spend my summer at their house. I
know it's a bit harsh to ask you and Dumbledore if I can go. Please
write back quickly because they got to pick me up tomorrow.
Harry
He rolled the parchment and picked Hedwig in the cage to set her fly. She opened his amber eyes gently as she lay down on Harry's shoulder.
"Give this letter to Lupin, ok?" he whispered.
Hedwig gave a little hoot and got a piece of his cauldron cake before setting up to fly. He gazed at the window as she flew and lost her sight in the sunny morning. He gazed at the ceiling, filling his mind of the things they going to do in her house with Ron. Maybe he could teach Ron how to play basketball if they had a court, or maybe ride a bike on their way to the park or something.
Suddenly, a small grey owl landed across his window, hooting hastily and swaying his wings as Harry rested him on his shoulder. It was Pig, Ron's owl. He rolled the parchment and read the letter aloud.
Harry,
Mum didn't let me this week to come with you and Hermione. I
reckon she wants me to look after the house first for a few
weeks. She said she wants to spend more time with me first.
Sorry if I can't come, even though I wanted to.
Ron
He felt his happiness evaporated quickly; Ron's not coming with him. He and Hermione were going to spend a whole week in their house.
'There's nothing wrong with that' he thought. At least, he found himself not being lonely for a while, maybe with Hermione, He can forget about anything. 'Anything' he thought. The Dursleys had felt a very odd feeling about him for the past weeks. He hasn't been out of his room but only if he's going to the washroom or eating. He wanted to be alone, alone for a moment. His friends were the only things that matter to him as for a while. He hated everything, everything about what had happened. He found this as the only way to forget about it...
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He hurried upstairs and locked himself inside his room and preparing a parchment and his quill, readying himself to write to Lupin if he can come to Hermione's house tomorrow. He placed his book entitled 'the standard book of spells' and got a little piece of cauldron cake. As he got a bite on his cake, he wrote his letter on the parchment saying:
Lupin,
Hermione invited me to come and spend my summer at their house. I
know it's a bit harsh to ask you and Dumbledore if I can go. Please
write back quickly because they got to pick me up tomorrow.
Harry
He rolled the parchment and picked Hedwig in the cage to set her fly. She opened his amber eyes gently as she lay down on Harry's shoulder.
"Give this letter to Lupin, ok?" he whispered.
Hedwig gave a little hoot and got a piece of his cauldron cake before setting up to fly. He gazed at the window as she flew and lost her sight in the sunny morning. He gazed at the ceiling, filling his mind of the things they going to do in her house with Ron. Maybe he could teach Ron how to play basketball if they had a court, or maybe ride a bike on their way to the park or something.
Suddenly, a small grey owl landed across his window, hooting hastily and swaying his wings as Harry rested him on his shoulder. It was Pig, Ron's owl. He rolled the parchment and read the letter aloud.
Harry,
Mum didn't let me this week to come with you and Hermione. I
reckon she wants me to look after the house first for a few
weeks. She said she wants to spend more time with me first.
Sorry if I can't come, even though I wanted to.
Ron
He felt his happiness evaporated quickly; Ron's not coming with him. He and Hermione were going to spend a whole week in their house.
'There's nothing wrong with that' he thought. At least, he found himself not being lonely for a while, maybe with Hermione, He can forget about anything. 'Anything' he thought. The Dursleys had felt a very odd feeling about him for the past weeks. He hasn't been out of his room but only if he's going to the washroom or eating. He wanted to be alone, alone for a moment. His friends were the only things that matter to him as for a while. He hated everything, everything about what had happened. He found this as the only way to forget about it...