(The sun is shining through the window in Harry's room. Harry blinks and
shakes his head, yawning. Someone is yelling downstairs.)
Dursley: Get up... GET UP!!!
(Harry drags his feet across the carpet, dresses, and slowly walks
downstairs)
Petunia: Get over here, boy. Go get the mail, and then come and have your
breakfast. (Harry glances at the two pathetic scraps of bacon on a napkin
and fetches the mail. As he's skimming through the mail, he sees a postcard
addressed to him. He usually received letters through owls, but since his
windows were chained and padlocked, that was somewhat impossible. He
pocketed the letter, knowing better than to read now.)
Dursley: Whatcha doing, boy? Get over here!
Harry: Nothing, I'm just getting the mail (walks back to the kitchen, and
hands over the mail)
Dudley: He got a mail. I know he got one. (Dudley scans Harry with evil,
mischievous eyes)
Harry: No I don't. I'm... (Stuffs breakfast down his throat) going upstairs...
(Dursley searches Harry, but says nothing, as Harry runs upstairs, locks
his door, and finally takes out his postcard. It has a picture of a lake in
the front, which is titled "Lake George" He flips the card, and sees it's
from Ginny.)
Dear Harry,
I'm at camp, at Lake George! It's really fun and... I'm having a lot of fun.
I've just been thinking a lot. About you. I know you will always think of
me as, well, Ron's little sister, but I hope one day, you will finally see
me as who I am, and get to know me better. I was thinking, well, at
Hogwarts, we could maybe... Spend some time together... At Hogsmead or
something... I mean, if you want. If... You're not to busy or anything. Write
me back. I just always find myself thinking... about you.
-Ginny
Ps. Camp ends in three days, and then, the day after that, we're on my way
to Hogwarts! I can't wait, even though I know some people who would want
the summer to last longer! (Hermione and Ron for example...)
(Harry glances up, and looks around the room. Ginny... thinking about him? He
smiles at the thought. Then frowns. Ron's sister... thinking about Harry...
thinking what? Harry shakes his head roughly and glances back at the
postcard. Hermione? Wanting vacation to last? She loves school... why would
she want to stay on vacation longer?)
Dursley: Get down here boy. Your aunt wants you to wash the car!
Only four more days...
shakes his head, yawning. Someone is yelling downstairs.)
Dursley: Get up... GET UP!!!
(Harry drags his feet across the carpet, dresses, and slowly walks
downstairs)
Petunia: Get over here, boy. Go get the mail, and then come and have your
breakfast. (Harry glances at the two pathetic scraps of bacon on a napkin
and fetches the mail. As he's skimming through the mail, he sees a postcard
addressed to him. He usually received letters through owls, but since his
windows were chained and padlocked, that was somewhat impossible. He
pocketed the letter, knowing better than to read now.)
Dursley: Whatcha doing, boy? Get over here!
Harry: Nothing, I'm just getting the mail (walks back to the kitchen, and
hands over the mail)
Dudley: He got a mail. I know he got one. (Dudley scans Harry with evil,
mischievous eyes)
Harry: No I don't. I'm... (Stuffs breakfast down his throat) going upstairs...
(Dursley searches Harry, but says nothing, as Harry runs upstairs, locks
his door, and finally takes out his postcard. It has a picture of a lake in
the front, which is titled "Lake George" He flips the card, and sees it's
from Ginny.)
Dear Harry,
I'm at camp, at Lake George! It's really fun and... I'm having a lot of fun.
I've just been thinking a lot. About you. I know you will always think of
me as, well, Ron's little sister, but I hope one day, you will finally see
me as who I am, and get to know me better. I was thinking, well, at
Hogwarts, we could maybe... Spend some time together... At Hogsmead or
something... I mean, if you want. If... You're not to busy or anything. Write
me back. I just always find myself thinking... about you.
-Ginny
Ps. Camp ends in three days, and then, the day after that, we're on my way
to Hogwarts! I can't wait, even though I know some people who would want
the summer to last longer! (Hermione and Ron for example...)
(Harry glances up, and looks around the room. Ginny... thinking about him? He
smiles at the thought. Then frowns. Ron's sister... thinking about Harry...
thinking what? Harry shakes his head roughly and glances back at the
postcard. Hermione? Wanting vacation to last? She loves school... why would
she want to stay on vacation longer?)
Dursley: Get down here boy. Your aunt wants you to wash the car!
Only four more days...