Thanks to all of my reviewers, i really appreciate your input...so, here is
the second installment of my story...hope you guys enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any part of Harry Potter, however much i want
to(tear).
Hermione sat on the edge of her bed next to her open trunk, clutching her head in her shaking hands. A peircing throb behind her eyes was shattering her perspective and scattering her vision. Pink spots danced before her aching eyes. Her head felt like it would explode. What is wrong with me? She wondered to herself. Am I going mad? She had been piling crisp, freshly-laundered shirts into her trunk when a sickening, dizzy feeling had overtaken her and she had collapsed on the bed. If this continued, she didn't think she could handle it.
Harry sat in the airplane seat by the window, looking out on the clouds tinged with pink and gold hues. It was like flying through heaven. Flying in a plane was nothing to flying on his firebolt, but the sight took his breath away. He looked to his other side at the porky form of his enourmous cousine, Dudley. Dudley had a mountain of airplane peanut packages on the fold-down tray in front of him. He was ripping the packages off with a rabid look on his face, as he scarfed them down like there was no tomorrow. "Don't choke Dudder Dinky Dums" Harry intoned in a sing-song voice. Dudley merely glared at him out of his beady, piggy eyes and spoke through a mouthful of nuts. "Wacht ict Puhbba". "Pardon?" Harry inquired, biting back a grin. Dudley swallowed. "I said watch it Potter." Harry didn't reply. He merely went back to staring at the clouds. They would be arriving at Privet drive in two hours time. Harry couldn't wait to get back to his room and send an owl to Ron and Hermione. The vacation had been completely awful. It had not been so much a summer vacation for Harry, as a summer torture session. Only five days left until he would be at Hogwarts. He was holding his breath.
Ron Weasley was stooped over in the garden behind his house. He straightened up, and in his hand was what looked like a muddy potatoe. He flung it up and over the hedge. It seemed as if he had spent the entire summer break doing menial chores for his mum. It was only five days until he would see Harry and Hermione. He was nearly dying with the anticipation.
Well, what do you think??? i know, it was a pretty boring chapter, but i just needed to build all of the character's anticipation of school up.....please R&R, i need input!!!!!! I will only update again if i get four reviews. luv all of you.....Tril
Hermione sat on the edge of her bed next to her open trunk, clutching her head in her shaking hands. A peircing throb behind her eyes was shattering her perspective and scattering her vision. Pink spots danced before her aching eyes. Her head felt like it would explode. What is wrong with me? She wondered to herself. Am I going mad? She had been piling crisp, freshly-laundered shirts into her trunk when a sickening, dizzy feeling had overtaken her and she had collapsed on the bed. If this continued, she didn't think she could handle it.
Harry sat in the airplane seat by the window, looking out on the clouds tinged with pink and gold hues. It was like flying through heaven. Flying in a plane was nothing to flying on his firebolt, but the sight took his breath away. He looked to his other side at the porky form of his enourmous cousine, Dudley. Dudley had a mountain of airplane peanut packages on the fold-down tray in front of him. He was ripping the packages off with a rabid look on his face, as he scarfed them down like there was no tomorrow. "Don't choke Dudder Dinky Dums" Harry intoned in a sing-song voice. Dudley merely glared at him out of his beady, piggy eyes and spoke through a mouthful of nuts. "Wacht ict Puhbba". "Pardon?" Harry inquired, biting back a grin. Dudley swallowed. "I said watch it Potter." Harry didn't reply. He merely went back to staring at the clouds. They would be arriving at Privet drive in two hours time. Harry couldn't wait to get back to his room and send an owl to Ron and Hermione. The vacation had been completely awful. It had not been so much a summer vacation for Harry, as a summer torture session. Only five days left until he would be at Hogwarts. He was holding his breath.
Ron Weasley was stooped over in the garden behind his house. He straightened up, and in his hand was what looked like a muddy potatoe. He flung it up and over the hedge. It seemed as if he had spent the entire summer break doing menial chores for his mum. It was only five days until he would see Harry and Hermione. He was nearly dying with the anticipation.
Well, what do you think??? i know, it was a pretty boring chapter, but i just needed to build all of the character's anticipation of school up.....please R&R, i need input!!!!!! I will only update again if i get four reviews. luv all of you.....Tril