A/N: Wow, I'm actually updating quickly! Kudos to my first reviewer!
Dracosgurl—Don't worry, I'm keeping the characters as in character as possible. The new students are just new students. They are an excuse to write a long chapter because I have to include a Sorting Hat song. And I won't have any super-weird pairings like Ron/Ginny or anything. And kudos again for the long review!
OK, I'm not sure if the separation symbol worked. I did separate these scenes.
Oh, and I'm making this something like the book, so we're sticking with Harry's POV.
Just one more minor detail. This is Harry's 6th year and Luna's 5th. So now it's Luna's turn for OWL's!
Disclaimer: Whatever. Oh, you want I should put one in? Jeez, no confidence in that I'm not JK Rowling. Sheesh...
Where we left off: Luna has invited Harry to stay at her house. The Dursleys have just arrived back home, and Harry is just about to go and ask if he can stay at Luna's for the rest of the summer (hopefully).
Harry heard his door being unlocked and he dashed over and swung it open.
"DAMN IT, BOY!" Harry saw his Uncle Vernon pinching his nose, "GIVE ME A DAMN NOSEBLEED...I'LL SHOW YOU, BOY!" Harry ducked as his uncle's umbrella swung at his head. He quickly bolted back into his room and closed the door.
Ariadne screeched again.
"AND KEEP THAT DAMNED OWL IN YOUR ROOM, BOY, UNLESS YOU'RE SENDING LETTERS TO YOUR FREAK SUPPORTERS!" Uncle Vernon raged, hitting Harry's door with his umbrella. Harry was mildly tempted to say that they weren't his supporters, they were the group that was trying to take down Voldemort. He decided against it. Best to keep his aunt and uncle in the dark.
"It's not an owl. It's an eagle," Harry calmly explained as Ariadne let out a self-satisfied screech. Uncle Vernon stopped pounding on Harry's door and Ariadne immediately stopped screeching.
"What on EARTH is an EAGLE of all things doing in YOUR ROOM?" Uncle Vernon boomed.
"Delivering a letter," Harry said, knowing that if an owl upset his uncle, an eagle would send him over the edge. Sure enough...
"DELIVERING A LETTER? WHO ON EARTH WOULD DELIVER LETTERS WITH AN EAGLE?" Uncle Vernon exploded. Ariadne screeched indignantly.
"Luna Lovegood," Harry said, "She's a...er... friend of mine from Hog—"
"Do not speak of that school in this house, boy! What did this Luna want?"
"She wanted to know if I wanted to go over to her house this summer."
Silence.
"So, can I go?" Harry asked, tentatively.
More silence.
"Uncle Vernon?"
"When?" Uncle Vernon said tersely.
"As soon as she gets my reply."
"How?"
"What?"
"How are they getting here, boy?"
"Floo Powder."
"WHAT IN GOD'S NAME IS FLOO POWDER?"
Harry knew this question was coming.
"It's...er...the way the Weasleys arrived a couple years ago. Travelling through fireplaces."
Harry waited for the explosion.
"THROUGH THE FIREPLACE? THEY'RE GOING TO DESTROY THE FAMILY ROOM LIKE YOUR OTHER FREAK FRIENDS DID?" There it was...
"Only if we leave the fireplace boarded up. The boards can come down for one day...I'm sure letters won't come pouring out." Harry grinned to himself at this last remark, remembering how piles of letters saying he had been accepted into Hogwarts had arrived through the fireplace during the summer before his first year at the wizarding school.
"Oh...all right, boy. Write to this...this friend...and tell her...tell her that you...you can go," Uncle Vernon said, sounding strained, "But you are to remain in your room until she arrives. Is that clear, boy?"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry said, truly happy for the first time that summer.
He listened as his uncle's feet stomped heavily down the stairs before grabbing a piece of parchment.
'Luna,
'That sounds fun. I'll see you later.
'Harry'"Hey...hey, you! Ariadne!" The eagle screeched and flew over. She gave Harry a look that plainly said "About time!"
"Take this to Luna, OK?" Harry said, giving the envelope to the eagle.
Ariadne screeched and took off through Harry's open window.
Sighing, Harry lay back on his bed. This was going to be a very interesting summer...
A/N: OK, what do you think? Is it good, bad, OK, total crap? Tell me in your review.
Oh, and the contest from the first chapter still stands.
Thanks for reading this far.
Butterscotch1998