Harry Potter sat on his bed at number 4 Privet Drive feeling very
disheartened while a little fluffy ball zoomed happily around his room.
The letter in Harry's hand was from his best friend Ron Weasley and though
Harry was usually ecstatic about hearing from his friends in the wizarding
world, this message made him feel a little down in the dumps
Harry–
The muggles are leaving you...for two weeks?! That's awesome! Look mate, I wish I could come stay with you but Fred and George have hired me and Ginny on for the summer! Finally I'll be able to make some Galleons for myself. Maybe this year I'll be able to take a certain someone out every now and then. (three guesses who...) Hey! Why don't you come and visit us in Diagon Alley! I'm sure Fred and George won't mind at all. I'll talk to them and let you know!
—Ron
Harry knew he wouldn't be able to visit Ron in Diagon Alley until it was time for him to get school supplies. He had made a promise to Uncle Vernon that he'd watch the house.
At breakfast one morning Uncle Vernon told Harry of the family's plan to visit Aunt Marge. "And you're not invited!" he bellowed. "Who knows who knows what you'd blow up this time." This was fine with Harry. Even staying with Mrs. Figg now had it's perks. At least he'd know what's going on in his world. Uncle Vernon had interrupted Harry's thoughts by clearing his throat loudly. "We, er, will be needing some one to take care of the lawn and garden while we're gone. If you promise the house won't be in ruins when we get back... you'll be allowed to stay home while were gone."
Harry could hardly believe his ears. But then he remembered how terrified his aunt and uncle had been after the Order had "warned" them to treat Harry nicely. Life had become very quiet at Privet Drive. They let Harry do as he pleased and even let him snack on some carrot sticks between mealtimes. This was all done grudgingly, of course.
So Harry had written Ron. Too bad it wasn't the response he'd hoped for. Still, two Dursley-free weeks were ahead of him. The Dursley's had left that morning, so Harry was already alone. He had made a list short list of things he and Ron could do while he visited, but now Harry had to think about things to do by himself. "I'll watch TV until the milkman gets here. Saturday morning cartoons–all by myself. This is the life."
As Harry lounged on Aunt Petunia's sofa (for the first time ever) the doorbell rang. "Ah," thought Harry, "must be the milkman."
When Harry first opened the door, his first thought was "Dang!" and not dang as in "oh, shucks;" dang as in "Hey, girl. You goin' my way?" There stood a curvy redhead girl facing away from him, looking up and down Privet Drive.
"Can I help you?"Harry asked politely.
The girls head snapped around and Harry found himself looking at a very scarlet-faced Ginny Weasley.
Harry–
The muggles are leaving you...for two weeks?! That's awesome! Look mate, I wish I could come stay with you but Fred and George have hired me and Ginny on for the summer! Finally I'll be able to make some Galleons for myself. Maybe this year I'll be able to take a certain someone out every now and then. (three guesses who...) Hey! Why don't you come and visit us in Diagon Alley! I'm sure Fred and George won't mind at all. I'll talk to them and let you know!
—Ron
Harry knew he wouldn't be able to visit Ron in Diagon Alley until it was time for him to get school supplies. He had made a promise to Uncle Vernon that he'd watch the house.
At breakfast one morning Uncle Vernon told Harry of the family's plan to visit Aunt Marge. "And you're not invited!" he bellowed. "Who knows who knows what you'd blow up this time." This was fine with Harry. Even staying with Mrs. Figg now had it's perks. At least he'd know what's going on in his world. Uncle Vernon had interrupted Harry's thoughts by clearing his throat loudly. "We, er, will be needing some one to take care of the lawn and garden while we're gone. If you promise the house won't be in ruins when we get back... you'll be allowed to stay home while were gone."
Harry could hardly believe his ears. But then he remembered how terrified his aunt and uncle had been after the Order had "warned" them to treat Harry nicely. Life had become very quiet at Privet Drive. They let Harry do as he pleased and even let him snack on some carrot sticks between mealtimes. This was all done grudgingly, of course.
So Harry had written Ron. Too bad it wasn't the response he'd hoped for. Still, two Dursley-free weeks were ahead of him. The Dursley's had left that morning, so Harry was already alone. He had made a list short list of things he and Ron could do while he visited, but now Harry had to think about things to do by himself. "I'll watch TV until the milkman gets here. Saturday morning cartoons–all by myself. This is the life."
As Harry lounged on Aunt Petunia's sofa (for the first time ever) the doorbell rang. "Ah," thought Harry, "must be the milkman."
When Harry first opened the door, his first thought was "Dang!" and not dang as in "oh, shucks;" dang as in "Hey, girl. You goin' my way?" There stood a curvy redhead girl facing away from him, looking up and down Privet Drive.
"Can I help you?"Harry asked politely.
The girls head snapped around and Harry found himself looking at a very scarlet-faced Ginny Weasley.