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Chapter Two: Monday Owl Post
Harry woke that next morning with a jolt when he heard a sharp tapping noise at the window. His eyes lit up, it was Hedwig. He didn't remember closing the window last night but in any case he opened the window as fast as he could before his Uncle Vernon came up to his room yelling about "stupid bloody owls". Hedwig flew inside the window, with much trouble and landed on the desk. She carried three letters and a large package with a note, by the looks of the chicken-scratch from Hagrid.
Harry grinned as he opened the note. It read:
How yeh doin Harry? I hope yere okay, I've been worried 'bout yeh. Sorry this is late, I meant to send it for yere birthdae but something came up. Anywho those filthy Durslee's better not harm yeh, Harry or I might just have to make a little trip down there again. Hopefulee they're not starving ya too bad, but just incase I sent some snacks. Baked 'em meself.
Hagrid
Harry opened the package and found Hagrid's homemade rock cakes and a birthday cake identical to the one Hagrid gave Harry when they first met. Pink with "Happee Birthdae Harry" in green frosting. The funny part about the rock cakes was that they really did taste like rocks, and Harry knew this from experience after countless visits to Hagrid's hut during the school year.
Harry moved onto the 3 letters, he was really hoping at least one of them would be from Lupin. Harry began to think Remus would be the only one who could relate to him anymore. After all, Remus was close with James and Lily and they were gone. He was close with Sirius and now, he was gone too. Harry sighed and went back to the letters. Unfortunately, nothing from Moony, but letters came from Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore. Harry seriously considered throwing Dumbledore's letter away but instead decided to read Ron's first and get back to it.
Dear Harry,
Harry I know you're absolutely fuming with us, we haven't been allowed to write until now, security is really tight around here this summer. Anyways, Dumbledore said he'd be coming to get you soon, you probably already knew that though. Can't wait to see you, hope you're doing okay. Ron
Then he moved onto Hermione's letter:
Oh Harry,
I've been really worried about you, we haven't talked since the end of school. I know you're probably angry with me and you have every right to be. But when you get here, I'm here to talk with you about anything you may have on your mind...only if you want to of course. I can't wait to see you, and please Harry, just be careful.
With Love,
Hermione
Surprised with the letters, Harry felt comforted. He would be going back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place soon, he would get to spend the rest of the summer in good company...mostly good company anyways. Harry frowned and reached for the letter from Dumbledore. "If this didn't have anything to do with leaving this place, I would rip it up," he thought to himself, he was still mad with Dumbledore even if he was "rescuing" him from the Dursleys. "Then again its his fault I ever had to come here," he thought, making more excuses for him to be angry with the headmaster. Once again, Harry sighed and opened the remaining letter. It read:
Hello there Harry,
I am quite sure you're still furious with me, and again you have every reason to be, but I hope that you can soon find it in your heart to forgive an old man's mistakes. I know, that because of me you have suffered an immeasurable loss. Hopefully, we can talk about everything in the near future, outside the school environment.
As you may have heard from either of your friends, I will be coming to pick you up myself next Sunday evening at 9 p.m. We will head to headquarters from there.
By the way, I take full responsibility for your friends not being able to contact you over the last two months. Unfortunately that was a precautionary measure we had to take with the way things are progressing at the present time.
Also, Remus will be staying here all summer. He is incredibly glad your coming and he said to tell you he misses you very much.
-A mistaken old man
P.s. Very smart owl you have there, he came to my window while I was writing this.
Harry's heart softened a bit. A bit were the key words there. "Immeasurable loss, well, he seems to know what he has put me through...Who said I was going to talk though... oh well," Harry said out loud to himself.
"And of course she's a smart owl, after all she's Hedwig." Harry smiled, and at that the great white bird affectionately nipped at his hand.
So that was that. He would be going back to the Order's headquarters to stay for the remaining weeks of summer. He would see Moony. He would see Hermione and Ron. Hermione and Ron. How would he tell them about the prophecy? Harry grabbed a piece of the pink cake and plopped down on his bed. He began to think of how he would word his news. Harry didn't think that, "Hey guys, the fate of the world rests on my shoulders," would work. He continued trying to think of exactly how to say it until he came to the decision that he still had the entire week before he left for Grimmauld Place. And with that, he went back to reading: Standard Book of Spell: Grade Six.
Surely he wouldn't have to take a whole week figuring out what to say to his two best friends, or would he?
A/N: haha quite the cliffhanger, I know, I know. Anyways it should get better I think, R&R. Just keep reading anyways.
Chapter Two: Monday Owl Post
Harry woke that next morning with a jolt when he heard a sharp tapping noise at the window. His eyes lit up, it was Hedwig. He didn't remember closing the window last night but in any case he opened the window as fast as he could before his Uncle Vernon came up to his room yelling about "stupid bloody owls". Hedwig flew inside the window, with much trouble and landed on the desk. She carried three letters and a large package with a note, by the looks of the chicken-scratch from Hagrid.
Harry grinned as he opened the note. It read:
How yeh doin Harry? I hope yere okay, I've been worried 'bout yeh. Sorry this is late, I meant to send it for yere birthdae but something came up. Anywho those filthy Durslee's better not harm yeh, Harry or I might just have to make a little trip down there again. Hopefulee they're not starving ya too bad, but just incase I sent some snacks. Baked 'em meself.
Hagrid
Harry opened the package and found Hagrid's homemade rock cakes and a birthday cake identical to the one Hagrid gave Harry when they first met. Pink with "Happee Birthdae Harry" in green frosting. The funny part about the rock cakes was that they really did taste like rocks, and Harry knew this from experience after countless visits to Hagrid's hut during the school year.
Harry moved onto the 3 letters, he was really hoping at least one of them would be from Lupin. Harry began to think Remus would be the only one who could relate to him anymore. After all, Remus was close with James and Lily and they were gone. He was close with Sirius and now, he was gone too. Harry sighed and went back to the letters. Unfortunately, nothing from Moony, but letters came from Ron, Hermione, and Dumbledore. Harry seriously considered throwing Dumbledore's letter away but instead decided to read Ron's first and get back to it.
Dear Harry,
Harry I know you're absolutely fuming with us, we haven't been allowed to write until now, security is really tight around here this summer. Anyways, Dumbledore said he'd be coming to get you soon, you probably already knew that though. Can't wait to see you, hope you're doing okay. Ron
Then he moved onto Hermione's letter:
Oh Harry,
I've been really worried about you, we haven't talked since the end of school. I know you're probably angry with me and you have every right to be. But when you get here, I'm here to talk with you about anything you may have on your mind...only if you want to of course. I can't wait to see you, and please Harry, just be careful.
With Love,
Hermione
Surprised with the letters, Harry felt comforted. He would be going back to Number 12 Grimmauld Place soon, he would get to spend the rest of the summer in good company...mostly good company anyways. Harry frowned and reached for the letter from Dumbledore. "If this didn't have anything to do with leaving this place, I would rip it up," he thought to himself, he was still mad with Dumbledore even if he was "rescuing" him from the Dursleys. "Then again its his fault I ever had to come here," he thought, making more excuses for him to be angry with the headmaster. Once again, Harry sighed and opened the remaining letter. It read:
Hello there Harry,
I am quite sure you're still furious with me, and again you have every reason to be, but I hope that you can soon find it in your heart to forgive an old man's mistakes. I know, that because of me you have suffered an immeasurable loss. Hopefully, we can talk about everything in the near future, outside the school environment.
As you may have heard from either of your friends, I will be coming to pick you up myself next Sunday evening at 9 p.m. We will head to headquarters from there.
By the way, I take full responsibility for your friends not being able to contact you over the last two months. Unfortunately that was a precautionary measure we had to take with the way things are progressing at the present time.
Also, Remus will be staying here all summer. He is incredibly glad your coming and he said to tell you he misses you very much.
-A mistaken old man
P.s. Very smart owl you have there, he came to my window while I was writing this.
Harry's heart softened a bit. A bit were the key words there. "Immeasurable loss, well, he seems to know what he has put me through...Who said I was going to talk though... oh well," Harry said out loud to himself.
"And of course she's a smart owl, after all she's Hedwig." Harry smiled, and at that the great white bird affectionately nipped at his hand.
So that was that. He would be going back to the Order's headquarters to stay for the remaining weeks of summer. He would see Moony. He would see Hermione and Ron. Hermione and Ron. How would he tell them about the prophecy? Harry grabbed a piece of the pink cake and plopped down on his bed. He began to think of how he would word his news. Harry didn't think that, "Hey guys, the fate of the world rests on my shoulders," would work. He continued trying to think of exactly how to say it until he came to the decision that he still had the entire week before he left for Grimmauld Place. And with that, he went back to reading: Standard Book of Spell: Grade Six.
Surely he wouldn't have to take a whole week figuring out what to say to his two best friends, or would he?
A/N: haha quite the cliffhanger, I know, I know. Anyways it should get better I think, R&R. Just keep reading anyways.