Summary: They are three years-old now, which means more details and people in it!
I am just going to send Ron to a normal pre-school, it's a lot easier and that's what I have been imagining. Can't you just see a tiny little red head, running around and talking about broomsticks?
Leave your name, there are still spots to be friend, enemies or just people that say or do something noticeable.
Chapter 4
Harry
For the day Dudley went to pre-school, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon bought Dudley a new, £300 outfit. He was sent to the poshest pre-school they could find, so that they could boast about it at their cocktail parties.
The morning of Dudley's first day, I was meant to have a baby-sitter so that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon could spend the morning making sure there little Duddlikens didn't get too homesick. But my sitter called up to say she had the flu, so I went along too. When we arrived, Aunt Petunia was holding one of Dudley's fat hands and Uncle Vernon had the other. I trailed along behind. When the teacher noticed me, she questioned my age and asked why 'Dudley's brother' wasn't attending. After assuring her that I was not Dudleys brother, Uncle Vernon could not think of a reason for my not being able to attend pre-school, and gave in, deciding 'it would get me out of his hair during the day'.
I eagerly anticipated each day I attended pre-school. I made a friend, called Jenn. Jenn and I used to play in the sandbox, we used to make cakes. We also had a game in which we could fly and we used to have all sorts of adventures.
Ron
I was so proud of myself when I heard I was going to a school. I had always wondered what the place that my older brothers went to almost every day was like. On my first day I was squeaky clean, with freshly ironed clothes and flatly combed hair. I arrived there at the same time as a tiny little girl. We walked inside and sat in the circle with all the other kids. The teacher made us go around in a circle and tell everyone our name and something about ourselves. The girls name was Lyz, and she told us that she liked to draw. When it got to me, I told them my name, then thought for a minute. 'I have a flying broomstick!'. Everyone looked at me, and the teachers thought I was a nutcase for the next two years.
Lyz became my friend, as well as another girl called Maura. We would sleep next to each other at nap time, and swapped our little packets or biscuits for little packets of chips.
Hermione
On my first day at pre-school, I shocked the teachers when I immediately walked in and started reading one of the books on the book racks. I read all morning, and when I finished I realised that there was someone else reading. She introduced herself as Anne. We became instant friends. We had a strange sort of connection, which I could never really place my finger on.
We were quite different from the other kids, while they ran around at lunch, Anne and I talked about good books, told stories and read.
One day, during recess, a little kid with slicked back blonde hair walked up to me. He pulled my hair and asked me what my name was. When I stuck my tongue out at him, he told me that I was a 'Mudblood', and said that that was a bad word for someone that his daddy used. Then Anne came over and told him to leave me alone.
A/N Okay, that's the end of chapter 4. I'm not going to continue until I have 40 reviews now. And if you haven't reviewed the other chapters, review them too. If you do, I'll give you a lolly! It's not that hard!
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I am just going to send Ron to a normal pre-school, it's a lot easier and that's what I have been imagining. Can't you just see a tiny little red head, running around and talking about broomsticks?
Leave your name, there are still spots to be friend, enemies or just people that say or do something noticeable.
Chapter 4
Harry
For the day Dudley went to pre-school, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon bought Dudley a new, £300 outfit. He was sent to the poshest pre-school they could find, so that they could boast about it at their cocktail parties.
The morning of Dudley's first day, I was meant to have a baby-sitter so that Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon could spend the morning making sure there little Duddlikens didn't get too homesick. But my sitter called up to say she had the flu, so I went along too. When we arrived, Aunt Petunia was holding one of Dudley's fat hands and Uncle Vernon had the other. I trailed along behind. When the teacher noticed me, she questioned my age and asked why 'Dudley's brother' wasn't attending. After assuring her that I was not Dudleys brother, Uncle Vernon could not think of a reason for my not being able to attend pre-school, and gave in, deciding 'it would get me out of his hair during the day'.
I eagerly anticipated each day I attended pre-school. I made a friend, called Jenn. Jenn and I used to play in the sandbox, we used to make cakes. We also had a game in which we could fly and we used to have all sorts of adventures.
Ron
I was so proud of myself when I heard I was going to a school. I had always wondered what the place that my older brothers went to almost every day was like. On my first day I was squeaky clean, with freshly ironed clothes and flatly combed hair. I arrived there at the same time as a tiny little girl. We walked inside and sat in the circle with all the other kids. The teacher made us go around in a circle and tell everyone our name and something about ourselves. The girls name was Lyz, and she told us that she liked to draw. When it got to me, I told them my name, then thought for a minute. 'I have a flying broomstick!'. Everyone looked at me, and the teachers thought I was a nutcase for the next two years.
Lyz became my friend, as well as another girl called Maura. We would sleep next to each other at nap time, and swapped our little packets or biscuits for little packets of chips.
Hermione
On my first day at pre-school, I shocked the teachers when I immediately walked in and started reading one of the books on the book racks. I read all morning, and when I finished I realised that there was someone else reading. She introduced herself as Anne. We became instant friends. We had a strange sort of connection, which I could never really place my finger on.
We were quite different from the other kids, while they ran around at lunch, Anne and I talked about good books, told stories and read.
One day, during recess, a little kid with slicked back blonde hair walked up to me. He pulled my hair and asked me what my name was. When I stuck my tongue out at him, he told me that I was a 'Mudblood', and said that that was a bad word for someone that his daddy used. Then Anne came over and told him to leave me alone.
A/N Okay, that's the end of chapter 4. I'm not going to continue until I have 40 reviews now. And if you haven't reviewed the other chapters, review them too. If you do, I'll give you a lolly! It's not that hard!
Review!
CandyCola