Just Another Sixth Year Fic.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Except for my cat, my guinea pig, my computer… wait a second! My parents bought those things for me! I really do own nothing! (Cries uncontrollably) Just read this stupid Fic. Where I own nothing… AGAIN!
Chapter 2: Wow, I wish I could speak whale! (JK, it's called The Eye Appointment.)
(A/N just so you know, this may be one of the biggest funny chapters. Actually, the one after this one will be it…. I hope!)
Harry Potter sat on his bed. His grief beyond tears. (A/N I really don't want 2 get into to this, so fast-forward to Aunt Petunia calling him. (Whatever sounds a fast-forwarding tape makes)
Petunia: Harry, come down stairs! I need to take you to the optometrist! Remember?
He groaned. How could he forget? Yesterday (July 28th) Petunia told him that she made and appointment for him to get contacts. Part of it was because she was being nice because of Harry's "friends." Another thing was that it was less expensive than getting glasses fixed all the time. With a sigh, Harry went downstairs with his shoes on. The boy-who-lived plumped himself in the car.
Something told him that there were more reasons that Petunia wanted him to have contacts. He thought he was going to the optometrist to get contacts cause Petunia wanted him to look more like his mom.
(A/n yet again, I am not I really don't want to get into to this so fast forward to their house.)
Dudley: mom I need some… (Looks at Harry) Why ain't ya wearing glasses?
Petunia: they are less expensive than getting new glasses, a case, and a wash for them!
Harry: (rolls eyes) I'm going to my room.
With that he went up stairs.
(Imagine that sponge bob guy saying this) 2 hours later
Harry: (In Bathroom o'course!) K, the Doc (A/N Doc, Doc, Doc, and Doc! Lol!) Said I needed to take these out after 3 hours on the first day, so let's try.
Harry is trying to take out his contacts (A/N he is 'bout to go to sleep.) and is not doing very well. He finally gets them both out after 'bout 15 minutes and goes to bed.
Petunia was shocked when she started thinking about Harry. He seems so…so…different, unreachable. She tried to talk to him, but he wouldn't say anything. His face was pale with red blotches and black spaces under his eyes. He never got meals, not that she minded that, and his eyes—how much they changed. No longer bright, sparkling green like his mother's but clouded. They looked almost gray.
She shook those thoughts out of her and went to sleep.
A tapping was heard at a raven-haired boys window from a snow-white owl. That was the first time he woke up in the middle of the night…well, almost. Harry woke up a few times in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, but he normally didn't remember the dream. He did know why they were coming, though. And according to Dudley's complaining, he still talked and moaned when he slept. Apparently Dumbledore's dreamless sleep potions couldn't completely clear his conscience to get a peaceful sleep.
Harry groggily got up and opened the window and looked at the clock. It read 4:00 AM. Today was officially the 29th, two days before his birthday. Hedwig gave him a note and flew into her cage. He opened the letter and read it:
Dear PJH,
Hey! How are ya? Listen the Club is picking you up tomorrow to go to the hideout at 0900 hours. We will take the bus there and something back.
See you then!
WR
Harry smiled, he was happy to leave the Dursley's; no matter how nice they were now. He sent a letter back to WR (Ron o'course!) and tried to make it sound as cheery as possible.
Dear WR,
Can't wait for the hideout, no matter who owns it! Any new discoveries made? If so, can't wait to find out! I guess I need to get my shirts packed!
Until next time,
PJH
He tied the note to Hedwig and watched her fly out of the sky. Knowing he wouldn't get back to sleep, the-boy-who-lived started to pack.
Hello DER! Like it? PLEEEEEEASE SAY YES! R&R PWETTY PWETTY PLEASE?
Th-th-th-th-that's all folks! (No, I ain't some Looney Tunes freak!) Next chapter will be funny… like I said last time, I hope!
