Harry woke with a start. He had been dreaming about flying, but some
dementors had shown up and chased him all around London and finally into a
dark alley. He hadn't been looking ahead of him and ran right into a brick
wall. The sun was now shinning brightly through the curtains and Hedwig was
happily taking a sip of water. Harry put his glasses on, and got dressed.
He then went downstairs where the smell of bacon and the sound of sizzling
were lingering in the air.
"It's about time boy!" Uncle Vernon snapped as soon as his nephew had entered the room.
"Well get on with it. I've finished but you can serve your Uncle Vernon and Dudley, and if there is anything left you may have it. I need to finish getting ready." Aunt Petunia said with her nose high in the air.
"Ready? Ready for what?" Harry asked curiously, not that he really cared.
"What's it to you Potter?" Dudley asked with a look of disgust.
"Aunt Marge has graciously invited us to her humble abode for the day." Harry was about to let out a huge moan before Uncle Vernon cut him off.
"And while we are gone!" He spat, "you are to stay in your room. Do I make myself clear? None of your funny business." Harry wanted to jump for joy. But all he could muster was a blank expression and a nod of recognition.
Once the Dursleys had left, Harry took out the Key Sirius had given him and unlocked his door. He crept downstairs and closed all the blinds so that none of his nosy neighbors could peak in and get him in trouble. Harry then sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. He never got to choose the program when the Dursleys were home so Harry had no idea what to watch. As he was flipping through the channels the phone rang. Harry had been concentrating so hard that the ring had startled him quite a bit. He just stared at the phone for a minute. He longed so much to speak to someone from the wizarding world but there was such a small chance that it was any witch or wizard what so ever that he should not even think of answering the phone. But next thing he knew...
"H-h-hello?" Harry stammered.
"Harry?" The voice whispered, "Harry is that you?" The voice replied, and to his great surprise it was Hermione.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, making sure for himself that he was not hearing things.
"Harry, I'm calling on Ron's behalf," Hermione continued in a whisper.
"Hermione, why are you whispering?"
"Harry listen, I must say this quickly, Go up to your room. Ron should have just left for your house with a port key,"
"WHAT!? When?!" Harry interrupted her, but before Hermione could answer a loud clunk could be heard coming from upstairs. "Hermione? I think that Ron just arrived."
"Ok, that's good, I need to go so that Mrs. Weasley doesn't find out that Ron has left." Hermione then hung up and Harry the same. He turned off the T.V. Opened the blinds and then dashed upstairs. He reached the door and then opened it with great precaution, incase the clunk was infact not Ron. Harry opened the door to find Hedwig in a great furry. Obviously very startled by the entering red head. Ron, tall and lanky as ever had landed in Harry's Closet, causing the shelves to fall and Ron to walk out in a mount of clothes.
"Hello Harry!" Ron said with a grin with a Life Preserve in his right hand. Harry who was grinning ear to ear just from the sight of his best friend couldn't help but Laugh.
"It's about time boy!" Uncle Vernon snapped as soon as his nephew had entered the room.
"Well get on with it. I've finished but you can serve your Uncle Vernon and Dudley, and if there is anything left you may have it. I need to finish getting ready." Aunt Petunia said with her nose high in the air.
"Ready? Ready for what?" Harry asked curiously, not that he really cared.
"What's it to you Potter?" Dudley asked with a look of disgust.
"Aunt Marge has graciously invited us to her humble abode for the day." Harry was about to let out a huge moan before Uncle Vernon cut him off.
"And while we are gone!" He spat, "you are to stay in your room. Do I make myself clear? None of your funny business." Harry wanted to jump for joy. But all he could muster was a blank expression and a nod of recognition.
Once the Dursleys had left, Harry took out the Key Sirius had given him and unlocked his door. He crept downstairs and closed all the blinds so that none of his nosy neighbors could peak in and get him in trouble. Harry then sat down on the couch and turned the TV on. He never got to choose the program when the Dursleys were home so Harry had no idea what to watch. As he was flipping through the channels the phone rang. Harry had been concentrating so hard that the ring had startled him quite a bit. He just stared at the phone for a minute. He longed so much to speak to someone from the wizarding world but there was such a small chance that it was any witch or wizard what so ever that he should not even think of answering the phone. But next thing he knew...
"H-h-hello?" Harry stammered.
"Harry?" The voice whispered, "Harry is that you?" The voice replied, and to his great surprise it was Hermione.
"Hermione?" Harry asked, making sure for himself that he was not hearing things.
"Harry, I'm calling on Ron's behalf," Hermione continued in a whisper.
"Hermione, why are you whispering?"
"Harry listen, I must say this quickly, Go up to your room. Ron should have just left for your house with a port key,"
"WHAT!? When?!" Harry interrupted her, but before Hermione could answer a loud clunk could be heard coming from upstairs. "Hermione? I think that Ron just arrived."
"Ok, that's good, I need to go so that Mrs. Weasley doesn't find out that Ron has left." Hermione then hung up and Harry the same. He turned off the T.V. Opened the blinds and then dashed upstairs. He reached the door and then opened it with great precaution, incase the clunk was infact not Ron. Harry opened the door to find Hedwig in a great furry. Obviously very startled by the entering red head. Ron, tall and lanky as ever had landed in Harry's Closet, causing the shelves to fall and Ron to walk out in a mount of clothes.
"Hello Harry!" Ron said with a grin with a Life Preserve in his right hand. Harry who was grinning ear to ear just from the sight of his best friend couldn't help but Laugh.