I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER... Or any of the characters Etc, etc
Authors note: Well I'm a 14 year old girl with some spare time on her hands. So I figure, I'll write some Fanfiction! (Don't tell my friends though; they will think I'm a nerd. Oh yeah, in about three days, I'll move this story to my other much cooler account called thetreehouses. Continue on and read my story. Comment if possible, because I always thought it'd be way cool to get comments.
Harry sighed as he watched an owl fly over the rooftops to number four privet drive. No doubt Dumbledore wanted to ask him how to do something stupid like keep the goblins from rebelling or pickle a horned toad. This had never happened, but Harry was counting the days.
He reached his arm out the window and the bird landed on it. "Oh" he said disappointedly, as he recognized Hermione's owl. He would have loved a chance to shove Dumbledore's long crooked nose in the fact that he was smarter than him.
He ripped open Hermione's letter and carelessly tossed the envelope aside.
Dearest Harry,
Hello! How has your summer been? Mines been great, my parents and I are in Antarctica for yet another learning experience, Penguins are fascinating! Did you know that-
Harry stopped reading. He didn't figure he needed to know anything more about penguins, rather that what was already in his head.
He skipped down a few paragraphs and started to read again.
So that's the story of the three headed duck found preserved here. Imagine that Harry! Perfectly preserved!
So I think that I'm ready to be the first to admit that I like Ron. We all knew that it was coming. I mean think about it:
I'm brainy
I'm pretty
Ron and I are complete opposites, and everyone knows that opposites attract --insert flirty giddish laughter here--
But now that I've come in tune with my emotions, I don't know I'm going to tell Ron. Have you got any ideas?
I've enclosed some tasteless sugarless snacks for your enjoyment,
Love always
Hermione
Harry sighed as he balled up Hermione's letter and tossed it into the trash compactor that he had to buy to store all the crap she sent him.
He pulled out a fresh sheet of parchment and a quill and scrawled a hasty note to her.
Hermione
Thank you for your lovely letter. I didn't know there was that much to penguins!
My advice to you about Ron is: avoid him as much as possible. That will tell him that you are head over heals in love with the guy. Trust me I am one.
I've got to go now because Death eaters are knocking in my front door, until next time
Harry
Ps: Never contact me again
Harry sighed contently as he folded up the letter and tied it around the owl's stomach.
"Want to make sure this one gets to her, Eh dirtbag?"
There of course were no Death Eaters Beating Down his door, but he was sick of Hermione." I'll have to kill her off once we get back to school and I'm able to use magic again."