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Chapter 7
Harry
Once I got into the second grade, I kind of started thinking that, as long as I was under the Dursleys house, I might as well make the most of it. So I stayed in the best room of the house... my room, even more that before. One day, after walking home for the third time that week (Uncle Vernon seemed to have 'forgotten' to pick me up) I went up to my room to find a huge cake on my table. It had a letter next to it, which read, simply, 'Enjoy, Harry Potter', in flutterish handwriting.
On my birthday, I received an elastic band from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. That night, I also remember there being fireworks, and during the day of my birthday, I noticed a lot more of those funny people wearing long dress's than usual. It had been like this every year, and I just assumed that it was some sort of religious holiday for some weird cult.
Ron
My mum was actually quite hesitant about sending me to a muggle school, but my father was all for it. Every night, when he came home from work, he would ask me all about what the muggles wore, ate, played, etcetera. My mother just rolled her eyes, but eventually got used to it.
In first grade, Sam decided that he wanted to be one of those 'Soccer guys'. All of a sudden, the slide wasn't good enough for him. But, as I was so young, I took the rejection easily and simply hung out with two boys, called John and Billy.
Hermione
For the second grade, we began learning, and doing worksheets, instead of just doing artsy crafts all day. Don't get me wrong, it's not like I didn't enjoy it, I just wanted to have a bit more of a challenge. That year, I was voted student representative by my class. Perhaps because I was bossy, but I did enjoy it.
That year, I also became friends with Shachar, who was actually really, really nice. We started hanging out together; she even got me to play water-polo with her. Though I didn't enjoy it, and wasn't particularly good, it was a good experience.
A/N Ok, in the last chapter, Shacher was mean. I also said that she was Israeli. These two have nothing to do with each other, a mere coincidence, nothing to do with the Palestinians or anything. Ok? Good.
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