Discalmer: I don't own Harry Potter. I do own the plot...please don't sue!!!!
Note: If you haven't read the 5th book of Harry Potter this might confuse you a bit.
Harry Potter was not looking forward to the summer ahead - yet another summer with the Dursleys. He had hoped that Sirius would be proven innocent and then Harry could go and live with him. His hopes faded when Sirius had died trying to protect him. This summer would be like all the others.
The first day back at the Dursleys was nearly unbearable. Vernon yelled more than ever and Petunia ignored him. Why Vernon yelled, the world may never know. Well, to get on with the story, Harry told the Dursleys he was going for a walk. Vernon looked ecstatic. Harry simply said he'd be in the neiborhood and he'd be home soon. Vernon just said that Harry was not to make a fool of himself or use any of that non-sense and that he should be on his way.
Harry stepped out onto the porch and took a deep breath. So far, this summer would be the worst ever. Ever since he had blown up his Aunt, Harry noted that the Dursley's had been very uptight. Harry thought that it felt good to get out of that house of torture.
As Harry was walking down the sidewalk, he saw a bush move. He thought it was just his imagination so he walked on. He paid little attention to it, yet he should have paid more attention because if he knew what was in the bushes, he'd be shocked. The rest of the walk was peaceful and everything seemed perfect and in place (no more moving bushes). The birds were cherping and the sun was out. The perfect summer day. And yet it wasn't the perfect summer day with the Dursley's. Harry longed to be back at school, and wanted desperately to talk to Ron or Hermione again.
Harry wasn't sure when he came back to the Dursley's house but he was sure it was past 10 pm. He just walked straight to his bedroom and decided to start on his summer homework. He had loads of it...and he didn't even think it possible that he would finish by the time school started again. He did homework for some time, but then his mind wondered back to what might have been in the moving bush. He wasn't sure why his mind kept going back to the bush. All he knew was that whatever it was, it wouldn't leave his mind alone.