Chapter one Harry's Valentine
Harry woke early on Valentine's day, when an owl swooped in and dropped a red lettered envelope on his bed, at first he though it was a howler until he picked it up, and it was addressed to himself but the colour of the writing was purple like none other he'd seen before, Harry opened the letter to find out it sang
'Your music to my ears, Your words are sweet as chocolate, Your hair as soft as cotton candy, Will you be my valentine.?'
Harry threw the letter to the bottom of his bed where it sealed itself, until you wish to open it again. Harry jumped off his bed to wake Ron up, who was sleep talking about chess. Harry shook Ron quite rapidly, 'what's the matter' Ron said sounding half asleep. Harry sat down next to Ron, 'I've had my first valentine' Harry got up and walked over to get the letter and gave t to Ron.
'Your music to my ears, You're.'
'Who sent that?' Ron said 'I don't know' they started to go through all the people they thought would fancy him. 'How about Ginny' 'Na, she went off me ages ago' 'Cho' 'Hates me' 'Hermione' 'She wouldn't, be-sides we are just friends so their isn't anything there' 'I don't know she's been looking at you differently recently' 'no she hasn't your just making that up.' at that moment fifty to sixty owl swooped in and dropped letters on Harry's bed and one foe Ron off his mum. 'Who would send you all them' 'No idea' They read or even listened to the letters sent to Harry, some asking him to meet them, others asking to be their valentine, but there was one that was left in Harry's mind, he thought he'd seen that owl before but didn't know what to do.
Harry woke early on Valentine's day, when an owl swooped in and dropped a red lettered envelope on his bed, at first he though it was a howler until he picked it up, and it was addressed to himself but the colour of the writing was purple like none other he'd seen before, Harry opened the letter to find out it sang
'Your music to my ears, Your words are sweet as chocolate, Your hair as soft as cotton candy, Will you be my valentine.?'
Harry threw the letter to the bottom of his bed where it sealed itself, until you wish to open it again. Harry jumped off his bed to wake Ron up, who was sleep talking about chess. Harry shook Ron quite rapidly, 'what's the matter' Ron said sounding half asleep. Harry sat down next to Ron, 'I've had my first valentine' Harry got up and walked over to get the letter and gave t to Ron.
'Your music to my ears, You're.'
'Who sent that?' Ron said 'I don't know' they started to go through all the people they thought would fancy him. 'How about Ginny' 'Na, she went off me ages ago' 'Cho' 'Hates me' 'Hermione' 'She wouldn't, be-sides we are just friends so their isn't anything there' 'I don't know she's been looking at you differently recently' 'no she hasn't your just making that up.' at that moment fifty to sixty owl swooped in and dropped letters on Harry's bed and one foe Ron off his mum. 'Who would send you all them' 'No idea' They read or even listened to the letters sent to Harry, some asking him to meet them, others asking to be their valentine, but there was one that was left in Harry's mind, he thought he'd seen that owl before but didn't know what to do.