Chapter 1
A/N: I don't own anything... J.K. Rowling, WB own Harry Potter and dada dada dada. You know the drill (duh!)
As Harry sat and looked out his foggy window, he thought about last year. How Sirius died, how he found out about the prophecy, how he found out about the 'headquarters'. There was way too much going on. Harry sighed as he got up from his brown plastic folding chair. He walked over to the calendar and saw that 2 weeks were still left until school started. He looked at the clock and it read 5:00 P.M. The Dursleys were out again to see Aunt Marge for the weekend.
Harry sat back down and took out some parchment and a quill. He started writing to Ron:
Dear Ron,
How's it goin'? Everything is ok . So are you going to Diagon Alley this week or next week? Do you think your parents will let me come over? Well remember in 4th year when your dad and you and your brothers came to the Dursleys? Speaking of your brothers, how's their 'shop'?-
'Click, Click' Harry turned to the door. He heard footsteps and he threw his quill and parchment into his trunk threw himself on his bed. Pretending to be asleep, Harry started to snore. Mr. Dursley walked in through the door and woke Harry with a start.
END OF CHAPTER
I'm sorry I didn't write a lot but, I'll get more. GTG ï