harry had recieved rons letter and gazed at it in wonder. Finally someone
remembered to write him. It was 3 days until he was to return back to
hogwarts and he was still at the dursleys."hedwig have my friends forgotten
that I exsist?" he said asking the beautiful snowy owl that gazed back at
him with her amber eyes. this thought crossed his mind millions of times.
He spent most of the summer trying to figure out why his friends havent
written.
He looked at Pig sitting along side hedwig in her cage. the tiny owl, flew all this way for a note that said he wasnt going to tell him who his girlfriend was. "It must be mione." he was wondering what they were doing at the weasleys. were they having fun with out him. He reached for a quill and a piece of parchment staring at it blankly, he was trying to think of ways to get the girl he liked to notice him. the only problem was he didnt think it would work out because of who she was and her history. he then thought about the days of him and cho came flooding into his head.
Maybe it was him, he got up from his desk walking over to his mirror staring at himself in it. He had his mothers eyes, so Unlike aunt petunia's bitter ones, his were soft and caring, and his fathers untidy Black hair the stuff he wished with all his heart would at least sit flat for once in his life. He sighed throwing his shirt off to the side examining his muscles and the features of his upper torso. He was skinny but that was because of uncle vernon taking his food away from him and giving it to dudley and at other times it was because he had taken his wand out just to look at it.
Harry sighed, would a girl as pretty as her notice and plain guy like him. He was really caught up in looking at the features he thought were bad, instead of focusing on the ones within himself. He sighed and left the mirror and walked back to his desk unfolding the short tiny letter ron had sent him from earlier, he reread it to make sure he didnt miss any important details. "Rons got a girlfriend." Harry sighed. He dipped his quill in the ink and started to write him back.
Ron, The summer has been long and hard I've been locked in my room most of the summer, dudley is still up to his usual and I of course havent been eating much. Aunt Petunia has Dudley on his diet but Im more on a diet then he is. We go back to hogwarts in 3 days well two not counting today, and Im really happy because Im happier at hogwarts then when Im here. Ive done all my summer homework and studied up on new spells, I found my own way to diagon alley, I had saved some floo powder and went to the Cat Ladies house to go to Diagon Alley. The only one to write me this summer had been you. So well to get off my Drawling out story whos this girl? Do I get to meet her? Do I know her? Come on ron give me some sort of clue. Anyway Ill see you on the train. Harry
Harry thought of the girl back at hogwarts, the stupid little things that he found attractive in her the way she walked, the way she talked, the way her hair flowed behind her as she walked. This all made him weak whenever he was around her. But the one thing shooting back at him what wasnt good enough about him. was it the fact that he was always tongue tied around her, was it the fact that girls made him nervous? He scratched his head and slammed his hand on his desk. "WHY WONT SHE NOTICE ME." He said loudly throwing his books to the floor.
Uncle vernon walked by his door and stared at him hearing the books slam onto the floor. "WHO'D WANT TO NOTICE YOU." Uncle vernon said smuggly, "your an ungreatful little git, No wonder your friends havent sent you any letters this summer, they probably realized that now." Uncle Vernon smiled at his unpleasantness. Maybe uncle vernon was right. Maybe he made people realize how unfortunate he is. Maybe she realized that too. "no one uncle Vernon." Harry said in a distant voice.
Maybe he was to busy looking at the outter Harry instead of the inner, the harry that begged for attention and love. He hadnt felt loved for a long time, the dursleys didnt love him. Hermione and Ron Seemed to be the only ones who could put up with him. The only reason anyone turned an eye to him was because he was the boy who lived. What a pathetic title he thought to himself. Im the boy who lived, he wanted to know why it had to have been him. He wanted parents everyone else hating the exsistance of their parents and him longing for that parent type person in his life. He hated Voldemort with a passion for taking his parents away from him.
What he wouldnt give to be able to spend time with them, Having the perfect family, but no voldemort had to take them away. The First year of his life feeling the only love he would ever known, wondering to himself would he be lonely forever? He laid down on his tiny bed and closed his eyes the sooner he was to go to sleep the closer it was for him to return to hogwarts and be with his friends, and see the angel girl of his dreams.
He looked at Pig sitting along side hedwig in her cage. the tiny owl, flew all this way for a note that said he wasnt going to tell him who his girlfriend was. "It must be mione." he was wondering what they were doing at the weasleys. were they having fun with out him. He reached for a quill and a piece of parchment staring at it blankly, he was trying to think of ways to get the girl he liked to notice him. the only problem was he didnt think it would work out because of who she was and her history. he then thought about the days of him and cho came flooding into his head.
Maybe it was him, he got up from his desk walking over to his mirror staring at himself in it. He had his mothers eyes, so Unlike aunt petunia's bitter ones, his were soft and caring, and his fathers untidy Black hair the stuff he wished with all his heart would at least sit flat for once in his life. He sighed throwing his shirt off to the side examining his muscles and the features of his upper torso. He was skinny but that was because of uncle vernon taking his food away from him and giving it to dudley and at other times it was because he had taken his wand out just to look at it.
Harry sighed, would a girl as pretty as her notice and plain guy like him. He was really caught up in looking at the features he thought were bad, instead of focusing on the ones within himself. He sighed and left the mirror and walked back to his desk unfolding the short tiny letter ron had sent him from earlier, he reread it to make sure he didnt miss any important details. "Rons got a girlfriend." Harry sighed. He dipped his quill in the ink and started to write him back.
Ron, The summer has been long and hard I've been locked in my room most of the summer, dudley is still up to his usual and I of course havent been eating much. Aunt Petunia has Dudley on his diet but Im more on a diet then he is. We go back to hogwarts in 3 days well two not counting today, and Im really happy because Im happier at hogwarts then when Im here. Ive done all my summer homework and studied up on new spells, I found my own way to diagon alley, I had saved some floo powder and went to the Cat Ladies house to go to Diagon Alley. The only one to write me this summer had been you. So well to get off my Drawling out story whos this girl? Do I get to meet her? Do I know her? Come on ron give me some sort of clue. Anyway Ill see you on the train. Harry
Harry thought of the girl back at hogwarts, the stupid little things that he found attractive in her the way she walked, the way she talked, the way her hair flowed behind her as she walked. This all made him weak whenever he was around her. But the one thing shooting back at him what wasnt good enough about him. was it the fact that he was always tongue tied around her, was it the fact that girls made him nervous? He scratched his head and slammed his hand on his desk. "WHY WONT SHE NOTICE ME." He said loudly throwing his books to the floor.
Uncle vernon walked by his door and stared at him hearing the books slam onto the floor. "WHO'D WANT TO NOTICE YOU." Uncle vernon said smuggly, "your an ungreatful little git, No wonder your friends havent sent you any letters this summer, they probably realized that now." Uncle Vernon smiled at his unpleasantness. Maybe uncle vernon was right. Maybe he made people realize how unfortunate he is. Maybe she realized that too. "no one uncle Vernon." Harry said in a distant voice.
Maybe he was to busy looking at the outter Harry instead of the inner, the harry that begged for attention and love. He hadnt felt loved for a long time, the dursleys didnt love him. Hermione and Ron Seemed to be the only ones who could put up with him. The only reason anyone turned an eye to him was because he was the boy who lived. What a pathetic title he thought to himself. Im the boy who lived, he wanted to know why it had to have been him. He wanted parents everyone else hating the exsistance of their parents and him longing for that parent type person in his life. He hated Voldemort with a passion for taking his parents away from him.
What he wouldnt give to be able to spend time with them, Having the perfect family, but no voldemort had to take them away. The First year of his life feeling the only love he would ever known, wondering to himself would he be lonely forever? He laid down on his tiny bed and closed his eyes the sooner he was to go to sleep the closer it was for him to return to hogwarts and be with his friends, and see the angel girl of his dreams.