Disclaimer: I do not own...wait...yes, yes actually I do! I own Harry Potter!
It's mine all MINE! MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! –silence- cough ok I don't
but the plot of this story is MINE ALL MINE, MINE, MINE!!!!!!!!
Summary: Harry goes to spend the rest of his summer at the burrow with his best friends and finds himself falling for the his best friend's little sister and starts a discrete relationship when they get back to Hogwarts but when Voldemort returns to destroy Harry once and for all and can't get to him he tries to get to him through one little red-head.
Harry lay on his bed reminiscing over the events that had happened that day. It wasn't, as usual, very unpleasant. But today he thought he could feel particularly sorry for himself. He had to wake up to his obnoxious cousin, Dudley, barging into his room and awakening him form a very deep sleep. "Wake up! WAKE UP YOU USELESS BALL OF DUNG!" Dudley yelled. "Father wants to see you...you're in trouble now." He gave Harry a very disturbing and evil smile. Dudley tromped out of his room making the floor shake slightly. "GET DOWN HERE POTTER!!!" Harry winced at the sound of his Uncle's infuriated voice. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then sat up in his bed dreading the huge purple-faced monster that awaited him downstairs. "I SAID GET DOWN HERE BOY! "Harry got up out of his pain and started down the stairs. He walked into the living room to see his uncle with his hands on his massive waist. He looked very narrowly at Harry and said only one word. "Three" his expression hadn't changed a bit. "What?" Harry gave a confused look. "Three...three different people came up to me this morning asking me about strange owls lurking above MY roof...well?" Harry looked around as if searching for something to say that wouldn't get him into trouble, but it was useless. All he found was his Aunt looking very cross with her hands placed on her hips, and as for his cousin, he doubted he could get much help from him as he was busy polishing off his own plate and sneaking a few biscuits from his father's. "Well...I suppose Ron and Hermoine, you know my friends, have been trying to get a hold of me. And if you hadn't replaced those bars of my window I'm sure they would be on their way quickly and not disturb anyone."
"Don't sass me boy!" Vernon spat "If you don't send those 'friends' of yours an ow – a LETTER, telling them to stop sending those ruddy owls to MY home, you'll be sorry."
"And what will you do to me huh?" Harry asked, anger building up inside of him.
"You may think you are so special because you are a wiz – a FREAK I mean to say, that you can talk to me like that! I am still your guardian, unfortunately, and you still have to mind your manners. Though I wouldn't expect you to have any manners" he snorted a bit "I mean it's not like you parents had any class let alone discipline or respect." Vernon smirked a bit, knowing he was getting a rise out of his nephew. Harry had to say something to get back at him.
"It surprises me that a man with your waistline to have the nerve to talk about discipline." Harry was very pleased with himself. As for his uncle he was obviously not pleased with Harry because in a few seconds his hand was raised in the air and he hit him right across the face.
'What a day' Harry thought to himself as he ran his fingers over the bruise on his face. He had just sent Ron an owl and was now lying on his bed waiting for a reply. He got up to send one to Hermoine when he saw Pig pecking at his window. Harry smiled for the first time that day and opened his window (it had taken him about an hour to pry the bars apart) and greeted Pig. He took the letter off his ankle and read it.
Harry, Why didn't you tell me sooner you were being abused by your horrible uncle? Dad has promised me that he will come to fetch you tomorrow and be ready early he will be there around 7 am.
p.s. I owled Hermoine and she is coming to visit us and should be here a few days after you.
Harry read the letter over and over again. Finally, his summer was looking up.
Summary: Harry goes to spend the rest of his summer at the burrow with his best friends and finds himself falling for the his best friend's little sister and starts a discrete relationship when they get back to Hogwarts but when Voldemort returns to destroy Harry once and for all and can't get to him he tries to get to him through one little red-head.
Harry lay on his bed reminiscing over the events that had happened that day. It wasn't, as usual, very unpleasant. But today he thought he could feel particularly sorry for himself. He had to wake up to his obnoxious cousin, Dudley, barging into his room and awakening him form a very deep sleep. "Wake up! WAKE UP YOU USELESS BALL OF DUNG!" Dudley yelled. "Father wants to see you...you're in trouble now." He gave Harry a very disturbing and evil smile. Dudley tromped out of his room making the floor shake slightly. "GET DOWN HERE POTTER!!!" Harry winced at the sound of his Uncle's infuriated voice. He closed his eyes for a few moments and then sat up in his bed dreading the huge purple-faced monster that awaited him downstairs. "I SAID GET DOWN HERE BOY! "Harry got up out of his pain and started down the stairs. He walked into the living room to see his uncle with his hands on his massive waist. He looked very narrowly at Harry and said only one word. "Three" his expression hadn't changed a bit. "What?" Harry gave a confused look. "Three...three different people came up to me this morning asking me about strange owls lurking above MY roof...well?" Harry looked around as if searching for something to say that wouldn't get him into trouble, but it was useless. All he found was his Aunt looking very cross with her hands placed on her hips, and as for his cousin, he doubted he could get much help from him as he was busy polishing off his own plate and sneaking a few biscuits from his father's. "Well...I suppose Ron and Hermoine, you know my friends, have been trying to get a hold of me. And if you hadn't replaced those bars of my window I'm sure they would be on their way quickly and not disturb anyone."
"Don't sass me boy!" Vernon spat "If you don't send those 'friends' of yours an ow – a LETTER, telling them to stop sending those ruddy owls to MY home, you'll be sorry."
"And what will you do to me huh?" Harry asked, anger building up inside of him.
"You may think you are so special because you are a wiz – a FREAK I mean to say, that you can talk to me like that! I am still your guardian, unfortunately, and you still have to mind your manners. Though I wouldn't expect you to have any manners" he snorted a bit "I mean it's not like you parents had any class let alone discipline or respect." Vernon smirked a bit, knowing he was getting a rise out of his nephew. Harry had to say something to get back at him.
"It surprises me that a man with your waistline to have the nerve to talk about discipline." Harry was very pleased with himself. As for his uncle he was obviously not pleased with Harry because in a few seconds his hand was raised in the air and he hit him right across the face.
'What a day' Harry thought to himself as he ran his fingers over the bruise on his face. He had just sent Ron an owl and was now lying on his bed waiting for a reply. He got up to send one to Hermoine when he saw Pig pecking at his window. Harry smiled for the first time that day and opened his window (it had taken him about an hour to pry the bars apart) and greeted Pig. He took the letter off his ankle and read it.
Harry, Why didn't you tell me sooner you were being abused by your horrible uncle? Dad has promised me that he will come to fetch you tomorrow and be ready early he will be there around 7 am.
p.s. I owled Hermoine and she is coming to visit us and should be here a few days after you.
Harry read the letter over and over again. Finally, his summer was looking up.