'One more day.' Sighed Harry ticking off a day on a beaten piece of
parchment.
It was the summer before Harry (the-boy-who-lived) Potter's seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry groaned and stared up at the white ceiling of his small bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive. Yet again he had been left with his horrid Aunt and Uncle for the summer holidays.
".and it's the last!" said Harry forcefully to a snow white owl named Hedwig.
For after this year Harry was free. Being now 18 and the legal adult age he was allowed to leave the Dursley's forever. Never again would he have to see the disgusting faces of his soul surviving relatives.
Harry's heart was still set on becoming an aura, or possibly a quidditch career? Yes he had amused him self with that idea but wasn't sure how large of a chance he had. He mumbled something incoherent as he pictured his long year of having N.E.W.T classes with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape.
"You'd think after all these years he would've gotten over a simple childhood grudge."
"Boy!" echoed a loud boom from the bottom of the stairs "Get your breakfast or we'll throw it out!"
Knowing perfectly well the Dursleys would have no greater joy than to fulfill this threat, Harry bounded down the flight of stairs to the small amazingly clean kitchen.
Harry sat heavily in a chair at the four sided table. Aunt Petunia slapped an orange in front of each of the tables' occupants. Dudley screwed up his porky face in protest and whimpered pointedly.
"Now popkins," cooed Aunt Petunia "you need to be able to fit in this years Smeltings uniform."
Harry chuckled inwardly. Dudley must be roughly the size of a baby Orca. Any larger and they'd be making his clothes out of a circus tent. Anyways, boxing was keeping Dudley from gaining any more mass amounts of weight.
Harry, now the age of 18, had grown to six feet. He was still slender but years of quidditch muscles showed through his nicely bronzed skin. Unkempt raven hair lay lazily in his eyes. Harry liked the shaggier look without it being too dreadfully long.
Aunt Petunia gave Harry a scrutinizing look. He knew she would love to take a pair of scissors to his head. This was out of the question, his shaggy locks reminded him ever so slightly of his late god father, Sirius Black. The hole Sirius was still evident but Harry was finally letting himself heal.
The orange quickly disappeared as Harry stuffed it in his mouth. He stole a glance at Uncle Vernon before voicing the burning question inside of himself.
"Will you be taking me to Kings Cross tomorrow then?"
Uncle Vernon grunted his consent. He supposed the Dursleys were bursting with excitement about Harry's departure. Why were they trying to hide it? Hoping to finish the year without any sudden out bursts of magic? Harry shrugged and felt the question was best unanswered.
"Then I guess I'll go finish packing" said Harry as he rose and left the room.
Later that night Harry was sitting a top his bed flicking through a photo album filled with moving pictures of his parents. Harry bit back a threatening lump in the back of his throat as he ran across the only picture holding his god father. Sirius was grinning warmly and beaming up at Harry on the day of the Potters wedding.
"I still miss him" confided Harry stroking Hedwig as she nipped affectionately at his ear.
Harry shut the book and laid it gently on his folded robes in his dark oak trunk. He dropped the lid and locked it, relieved he would be leaving. Harry longed for the company of his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weezley.
He left the side of his trunk and lay back on his bed. Harry's heart longed for someone to comfort him but quickly pushed the unwanted emotion away. He was a man now, independent; he had no time for self pity. Sighing Harry rolled over and calmly drifted off to sleep.
Harry was sitting alone, knees pulled tightly to his chest with his arms hugging them almost in a defending position. Harry didn't care anymore, not like anyone was around to see, he let the tears run unashamedly down his face.
Slender strong arms wrapped gently around him from behind. Harry was surprised but quickly recovered leaning back against the stranger. He could instantly tell that the stranger was male, but Harry didn't mind. Any love was welcome at this point. Harry buried his face in the strangers shoulder. He felt himself being pulled comfortingly in a lap.
A kiss was placed on top of his had and smooth fingers ran through his dark hair. For the first time this summer Harry let a true smile curve onto his lips. Harry felt all the longing he had been feeling these long weeks was finally being taken care of and it was a wondrous feeling.
Harry woke with a start as a voice was yelling up at him. He snapped back into the real world and gloomily pulled his trunk downstairs wishing desperately to be back in the dream but relieved to be finally going home.
It was the summer before Harry (the-boy-who-lived) Potter's seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry. Harry groaned and stared up at the white ceiling of his small bedroom at Number 4 Privet Drive. Yet again he had been left with his horrid Aunt and Uncle for the summer holidays.
".and it's the last!" said Harry forcefully to a snow white owl named Hedwig.
For after this year Harry was free. Being now 18 and the legal adult age he was allowed to leave the Dursley's forever. Never again would he have to see the disgusting faces of his soul surviving relatives.
Harry's heart was still set on becoming an aura, or possibly a quidditch career? Yes he had amused him self with that idea but wasn't sure how large of a chance he had. He mumbled something incoherent as he pictured his long year of having N.E.W.T classes with his least favorite teacher, Professor Snape.
"You'd think after all these years he would've gotten over a simple childhood grudge."
"Boy!" echoed a loud boom from the bottom of the stairs "Get your breakfast or we'll throw it out!"
Knowing perfectly well the Dursleys would have no greater joy than to fulfill this threat, Harry bounded down the flight of stairs to the small amazingly clean kitchen.
Harry sat heavily in a chair at the four sided table. Aunt Petunia slapped an orange in front of each of the tables' occupants. Dudley screwed up his porky face in protest and whimpered pointedly.
"Now popkins," cooed Aunt Petunia "you need to be able to fit in this years Smeltings uniform."
Harry chuckled inwardly. Dudley must be roughly the size of a baby Orca. Any larger and they'd be making his clothes out of a circus tent. Anyways, boxing was keeping Dudley from gaining any more mass amounts of weight.
Harry, now the age of 18, had grown to six feet. He was still slender but years of quidditch muscles showed through his nicely bronzed skin. Unkempt raven hair lay lazily in his eyes. Harry liked the shaggier look without it being too dreadfully long.
Aunt Petunia gave Harry a scrutinizing look. He knew she would love to take a pair of scissors to his head. This was out of the question, his shaggy locks reminded him ever so slightly of his late god father, Sirius Black. The hole Sirius was still evident but Harry was finally letting himself heal.
The orange quickly disappeared as Harry stuffed it in his mouth. He stole a glance at Uncle Vernon before voicing the burning question inside of himself.
"Will you be taking me to Kings Cross tomorrow then?"
Uncle Vernon grunted his consent. He supposed the Dursleys were bursting with excitement about Harry's departure. Why were they trying to hide it? Hoping to finish the year without any sudden out bursts of magic? Harry shrugged and felt the question was best unanswered.
"Then I guess I'll go finish packing" said Harry as he rose and left the room.
Later that night Harry was sitting a top his bed flicking through a photo album filled with moving pictures of his parents. Harry bit back a threatening lump in the back of his throat as he ran across the only picture holding his god father. Sirius was grinning warmly and beaming up at Harry on the day of the Potters wedding.
"I still miss him" confided Harry stroking Hedwig as she nipped affectionately at his ear.
Harry shut the book and laid it gently on his folded robes in his dark oak trunk. He dropped the lid and locked it, relieved he would be leaving. Harry longed for the company of his two best friends, Hermione Granger and Ron Weezley.
He left the side of his trunk and lay back on his bed. Harry's heart longed for someone to comfort him but quickly pushed the unwanted emotion away. He was a man now, independent; he had no time for self pity. Sighing Harry rolled over and calmly drifted off to sleep.
Harry was sitting alone, knees pulled tightly to his chest with his arms hugging them almost in a defending position. Harry didn't care anymore, not like anyone was around to see, he let the tears run unashamedly down his face.
Slender strong arms wrapped gently around him from behind. Harry was surprised but quickly recovered leaning back against the stranger. He could instantly tell that the stranger was male, but Harry didn't mind. Any love was welcome at this point. Harry buried his face in the strangers shoulder. He felt himself being pulled comfortingly in a lap.
A kiss was placed on top of his had and smooth fingers ran through his dark hair. For the first time this summer Harry let a true smile curve onto his lips. Harry felt all the longing he had been feeling these long weeks was finally being taken care of and it was a wondrous feeling.
Harry woke with a start as a voice was yelling up at him. He snapped back into the real world and gloomily pulled his trunk downstairs wishing desperately to be back in the dream but relieved to be finally going home.