A/N—well this is posted sooner than I thought it would be ready. Sorry for
any mistakes that I made and I hope you enjoy erading it. As I told you
all last time, I am in the midst of my finals and regents and am doing the
best I can. I hope you all enjoy reading my fic. Also, if you don't like
the story—flame it or don't read it at all. Enjoy!!!!!!!
DISCLAMIER- I do not own anything Harry Potter related
Harry woke up early, as usual. Uncle Vernon didn't exactly mistreat him anymore; they just didn't treat him right. Anywho, it was not nearly as bad as former years; but still not even close to how they treated the oversized billboard that they called their son (a/n I am against referring to him as an animal; I love animals and they shouldn't be compared to Dudley—that's too degrading for the animals). Harry had to trim the rosebush, plant new geraniums, and water and mow the lawn (a/n I am not good at gardening so forgive me if they are not in the right seasons) this morning. Furthermore, he was to make lunch, and paint the tool shed. It was a wonder that they got anything done when he was not around. Needless to say, when an owl came mid-afternoon, Harry would not have noticed if Uncle Vernon did not start yelling. When Harry made it upstairs, he noticed Pidwedgon sitting with a note. Being exhausted, Harry failed to notice that the handwriting was a neat script, which most certainly did not belong to Ron, and was no where close to Hermione's perfect print. Harry went to sleep, deciding to open it the next morning, when he was more awake.
The next morning, Harry awoke in a slightly better mood than usual. Today was Sunday. That meant that he had a part-time job to go to as well as his chores to do. His part time job was time out of the house, but it was also hard work. He worked at Grunnings Drill factory. There was very little pay involved too (a/n I am not good at British currency, so suffice it to say it was well below minimum wage), although according to his uncle it was far too much to give him, of course it really wasn't given to Harry. His Aunt and Uncle took all the money and then punished him for not making enough. How unfair. It was hard and dangerous work too. He worked with big machines that could easily decapitate his head (a/n- again I am unfamiliar with the drill business so forgive any mistakes). Anywho, his mood was brightened when he saw the letter. I'll read it on my lunch break he thought while shoving the still unopened letter into his pocket.
Work was hard as usual, but he luckily had Frank as his overseer for the day. This was lucky because it was always either Frank or Vernon. Frank was much nicer and he was tolerable when Harry was average speed with the drill-making, whereas Uncle Vernon required double speed. Work was really busy and since Harry did not want Uncle Vernon to start overseeing anytime soon, Harry agreed to work through his lunch break. It was not until Harry was home and cleaning Dudley's room that he remembered. Hoping that it was word of Dumbledore's approval of going to the burrow, Harry contemplated missing diner and ran straight to his room. This thought was diminished by Harry's own growling stomach. Harry did not eat lunch that day. So much for the letter, he thought.
back to
Ginny
Why hasn't Harry contacted me yet? This is very bad; if I know Harry, and I think I do, he would have made a fuss about it. So why hasn't he? Pidwedgon shows would not lose that letter. I know Ron's owl. I should, I use it more often than Ron. I have to go check on Ron; I applied some of the twin's powder-lips. If he opened the letter, his lips should be light blue, and puff out shimmer powder every time he opens his mouth. I would write another letter, but not right now. I need to speak to Dumbledore first. He needs to let Harry stay at our house this summer. I promise to write him a letter after the meeting; I shall hopefully have some good news for him in that letter.
The meeting with Dumbledore went just as Ginny wanted it too. First she had to discuss how she came upon the prophecy. After she told him, he asked for the quill and told Ginny to use it more often. The reason for this was unknown to Ginny but she promised to anyways. After all that was gotten out of the way, Ginny was able to ask her question. "You have to let Harry come to the burrow." Okay so possibly it was more of a demand than a question. She proceeded to say "I know the prophecy, and have told Harry that I know of it. I also know that he has not told anybody about it. There has to be a reason that I found out. Also, it is way too much of a burden for Harry to carry by himself. I can help him there. He is not the kind of boy who would tell anybody about this. I believe that I can possibly help him heal a little bit. Besides, anything that I do will help him more than the Dursley's". Ginevera struggled to pronounce the Dursley's name with respect. She wanted to say those horrid muggles that he lives with, but she also knew that it would be best for her argument to say what she had said. The room went silent, Dumbledore looked deep in thought.
A resounding "yes" from Dumbledore woke Ginny up from her stupor and she went to write that letter straight away. Ginny went to her closet and pulled out some fresh parchment and started writing.
Harry, I know that you have been having a tough time, but why didn't you answer my first letter? I am very worried about you. I still have not told anyone but I am warning you that Ron is very curious. Dumbledore said you could come over to the burrow so we are picking you up tomorrow at 6:00 pm. I
hope that the time is alright for you. Please respond to my letters, I
need to talk to you soon.
Ginny Weasley.
To
Harry
When Pigwidgeon arrived with Ginny's new letter, Harry decided to read it at once, forgetting about the other letter he received. 'Worried? Why is everyone always worried about me!?! What hasn't she told Ron about, and what other letter?' Harry thought. It took a few moments before Harry remembered the other letter and read it. "WHAT" Harry screamed while rereading the letter. Why must everything happen to me?!?! Calm down, take a deep breath. Everything is fine. When you wake up tomorrow morning you will find out that this is all a dream. Harry went into his bed and tried to fall asleep. This is all a dream, he kept telling himself. When you wake up tomorrow everything will be fine.
The next morning, Harry woke up. He was feeling happy, satisfied that the events of last night were indeed a dream he started to leave his room. On his way out he glanced upon an envelope sitting on his desk. Harry saw the handwriting on the letter was the same from the one in his 'dream'. Nervously he read it and the old one that was sitting next to the letter. They were the same as the ones in his dreams. Harry cursed and walked down stairs. He might as well tell the Dursleys that he was leaving. He would also have to tell the boys at work that he was leaving for school. Dudley knocked nervously on Harry's door. Harry still wasn't allowed to do magic, but you still did not want to make him angry. Dudley realized that it was of utmost importance not to anger Harry and therefore anger those scary freaks down at Kings Cross.
DISCLAMIER- I do not own anything Harry Potter related
Harry woke up early, as usual. Uncle Vernon didn't exactly mistreat him anymore; they just didn't treat him right. Anywho, it was not nearly as bad as former years; but still not even close to how they treated the oversized billboard that they called their son (a/n I am against referring to him as an animal; I love animals and they shouldn't be compared to Dudley—that's too degrading for the animals). Harry had to trim the rosebush, plant new geraniums, and water and mow the lawn (a/n I am not good at gardening so forgive me if they are not in the right seasons) this morning. Furthermore, he was to make lunch, and paint the tool shed. It was a wonder that they got anything done when he was not around. Needless to say, when an owl came mid-afternoon, Harry would not have noticed if Uncle Vernon did not start yelling. When Harry made it upstairs, he noticed Pidwedgon sitting with a note. Being exhausted, Harry failed to notice that the handwriting was a neat script, which most certainly did not belong to Ron, and was no where close to Hermione's perfect print. Harry went to sleep, deciding to open it the next morning, when he was more awake.
The next morning, Harry awoke in a slightly better mood than usual. Today was Sunday. That meant that he had a part-time job to go to as well as his chores to do. His part time job was time out of the house, but it was also hard work. He worked at Grunnings Drill factory. There was very little pay involved too (a/n I am not good at British currency, so suffice it to say it was well below minimum wage), although according to his uncle it was far too much to give him, of course it really wasn't given to Harry. His Aunt and Uncle took all the money and then punished him for not making enough. How unfair. It was hard and dangerous work too. He worked with big machines that could easily decapitate his head (a/n- again I am unfamiliar with the drill business so forgive any mistakes). Anywho, his mood was brightened when he saw the letter. I'll read it on my lunch break he thought while shoving the still unopened letter into his pocket.
Work was hard as usual, but he luckily had Frank as his overseer for the day. This was lucky because it was always either Frank or Vernon. Frank was much nicer and he was tolerable when Harry was average speed with the drill-making, whereas Uncle Vernon required double speed. Work was really busy and since Harry did not want Uncle Vernon to start overseeing anytime soon, Harry agreed to work through his lunch break. It was not until Harry was home and cleaning Dudley's room that he remembered. Hoping that it was word of Dumbledore's approval of going to the burrow, Harry contemplated missing diner and ran straight to his room. This thought was diminished by Harry's own growling stomach. Harry did not eat lunch that day. So much for the letter, he thought.
back to
Ginny
Why hasn't Harry contacted me yet? This is very bad; if I know Harry, and I think I do, he would have made a fuss about it. So why hasn't he? Pidwedgon shows would not lose that letter. I know Ron's owl. I should, I use it more often than Ron. I have to go check on Ron; I applied some of the twin's powder-lips. If he opened the letter, his lips should be light blue, and puff out shimmer powder every time he opens his mouth. I would write another letter, but not right now. I need to speak to Dumbledore first. He needs to let Harry stay at our house this summer. I promise to write him a letter after the meeting; I shall hopefully have some good news for him in that letter.
The meeting with Dumbledore went just as Ginny wanted it too. First she had to discuss how she came upon the prophecy. After she told him, he asked for the quill and told Ginny to use it more often. The reason for this was unknown to Ginny but she promised to anyways. After all that was gotten out of the way, Ginny was able to ask her question. "You have to let Harry come to the burrow." Okay so possibly it was more of a demand than a question. She proceeded to say "I know the prophecy, and have told Harry that I know of it. I also know that he has not told anybody about it. There has to be a reason that I found out. Also, it is way too much of a burden for Harry to carry by himself. I can help him there. He is not the kind of boy who would tell anybody about this. I believe that I can possibly help him heal a little bit. Besides, anything that I do will help him more than the Dursley's". Ginevera struggled to pronounce the Dursley's name with respect. She wanted to say those horrid muggles that he lives with, but she also knew that it would be best for her argument to say what she had said. The room went silent, Dumbledore looked deep in thought.
A resounding "yes" from Dumbledore woke Ginny up from her stupor and she went to write that letter straight away. Ginny went to her closet and pulled out some fresh parchment and started writing.
Harry, I know that you have been having a tough time, but why didn't you answer my first letter? I am very worried about you. I still have not told anyone but I am warning you that Ron is very curious. Dumbledore said you could come over to the burrow so we are picking you up tomorrow at 6:00 pm. I
hope that the time is alright for you. Please respond to my letters, I
need to talk to you soon.
Ginny Weasley.
To
Harry
When Pigwidgeon arrived with Ginny's new letter, Harry decided to read it at once, forgetting about the other letter he received. 'Worried? Why is everyone always worried about me!?! What hasn't she told Ron about, and what other letter?' Harry thought. It took a few moments before Harry remembered the other letter and read it. "WHAT" Harry screamed while rereading the letter. Why must everything happen to me?!?! Calm down, take a deep breath. Everything is fine. When you wake up tomorrow morning you will find out that this is all a dream. Harry went into his bed and tried to fall asleep. This is all a dream, he kept telling himself. When you wake up tomorrow everything will be fine.
The next morning, Harry woke up. He was feeling happy, satisfied that the events of last night were indeed a dream he started to leave his room. On his way out he glanced upon an envelope sitting on his desk. Harry saw the handwriting on the letter was the same from the one in his 'dream'. Nervously he read it and the old one that was sitting next to the letter. They were the same as the ones in his dreams. Harry cursed and walked down stairs. He might as well tell the Dursleys that he was leaving. He would also have to tell the boys at work that he was leaving for school. Dudley knocked nervously on Harry's door. Harry still wasn't allowed to do magic, but you still did not want to make him angry. Dudley realized that it was of utmost importance not to anger Harry and therefore anger those scary freaks down at Kings Cross.