Disclaimer: I don't own anything! This is JK's characters and story I've just twisted it to something that I had to write down … U've heard it all B4
A/N: O.K. I noticed that I fully screwed up da end of da last chapter. Sorry. I hav changed it. Remember, I rote it at 1am. Remind me 2 nvr rite a story late again.
Thanx, 2 my reviewers, but now I really shood get into da story.
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Summery: Hermione visits Harry and as a Birthday gift allows him to stay with her until Hogwarts starts. What is going to happen while Harry and Hermione are together? H/Hr
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Story: Event-filled Summer
Chapter 3: Getting Ready
Harry said goodbye to Hermione and watched her until she was out of sight. He was thinking of everything she had told him. She invited him to stay with her for the remainder of the summer. Dumbledore had said that as soon as it was Harry's birthday, Harry could leave. So on his birthday, Hermione was coming back and Harry would stay with her for the rest of the summer. 'This is awesome!'
He wanted to tell Mrs Figg, but she was out so he went up to his room and waited until she got back. While he was waiting, an owl that Harry hadn't seen before fluttered into his bedroom. He took the letter off the owl, which simply stayed perched on his bed, and read. It was from Ron.
Harry,
I've been working at Fred and George's joke shop. They've given me the worst jobs! But also pay me more than Mum gives me, so I'm not complaining.
Oh, you'd never guess who I've been talking to. Loony Luna Lovegood! She lives near me. She isn't that crazy when you actually talk to her and get to know her. She's really nice and smart. (By smart I mean Hermione smart, she just doesn't show it.)
As you probably noticed, I didn't send this with Pig. This is our new family owl and I was testing his capability to send letters and find people. Did he do well? We haven't named him yet. Can you think of anything? (A/N: can any of u think of a good name 4 an owl?) Fred and George have been making so much money from the shop that they bought it for us. Errol was just getting to old and tired.
Anyway, enough of my ramblings. How have you been? I hear Hermione is doing well. I invited her over a while ago, but she said she had plans. She wouldn't tell me what, though. Do you know what plans she is talking about? You can come over too if you want. I probably won't be home that often, but you could help me in the shop. Fred and George are always complaining about how they could use some extra help.
I'm gonna get back to work. I'll see you over the holidays though, right?
C-ya mate,
Ron
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Harry looked out the window and saw Mrs Figg walking down the street. He ran out of his room, down the stairs and out the door. He couldn't wait to talk to her.
"Hello Mrs Figg. Would you like me to carry those bags for you?" Harry asked noticing the bags she was carrying.
"Yes, thank-you Harry," she replied and handed him the bags. They were heavy, but nothing Harry couldn't handle.
When they got to Mrs Figg's house, she invited Harry inside, and they sat down and started talking.
"Well Harry, what brings you to see me?" Mrs Figg questioned.
"Umm … I had a friends come over today-"
"-Oh good. I don't like you being alone with the Dursleys." Mrs Figg interrupted. "Oh, sorry. Please go on," She added once she realized she cut off Harry.
"Right. Anyway, she came over today and asked me if I wanted to spend the rest of the summer with her and her parents. I said yes," Harry told her.
"She?" Mrs Figg questioned again.
"Yeah, Hermione Granger. She is my best friend at school."
"Is that all she is?" Mrs Figg raised her eyebrows.
Harry blushed a bit at this comment. "Yeah …… she's just a friend."
"Hmm," Mrs Figg seemed to be deep in thought. 'What is there to think about?'
"Yeah, I said yes so I'll be leaving on my birthday," Mrs Figg jumped at this comment and seemed to have snapped out of her thoughts.
"On your birthday! That's in two days? But you need to get ready. Well, you must come with me tomorrow. We will make you look nice for Hermione. How long will you be staying?" Mrs Figg seemed rather happy with the fact Harry would have something to do over the holidays.
"Err … I don't know. A while I guess. We didn't discuss that. Most likely the rest of the holidays," Harry said.
"Great. You can come over tomorrow and we can make you look nice for Hermione. Is that all? I'm rather busy at the moment…" Mrs Figg started saying as she got up from the couch.
"Yeah, that was all…but…um…why do I have to look nice for Hermione?" Harry was rather confused with this.
Mrs Figg smiled, "You need to look nice for anyone. First impressions count. You will be meeting her family for the first time I'm assuming. Trust me when I say, it will make you and her very happy." Mrs Figg seemed to just confuse Harry even more with this comment (A/N: She confused me 2 … wait im da riter. I shouldnt b confused … hmm I'll have to think about that) but he ignored it and left her to do whatever was keeping her so busy.
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The next day, just as Mrs Figg requested, Harry went over to her house. She told him they were going shopping. 'Just what does she mean by shopping?'
The Mall (shopping centre) wasn't that far, so Harry and Mrs Figg walked. Harry still marvelled at the size, even though he had been there several times this summer (A/N: I finaly noticed y its caled summer holidays. In Britain its Summer in July, not Winter … lol, I no, im an idiot, u dont hav 2 tel me). As they walked in, Harry realized he had no idea why he was brought here.
"Umm, Mrs Figg, why did you bring me here?" Harry questioned.
"To make you look good for Hermione and her parents. First impression count, no matter how many people tell you they don't," Mrs Figg replied, not turning to look at him, and continued walking.
"Oh, right," Harry didn't know what else to say.
Harry let Mrs Figg drag him from store to store never complaining out loud, but inwardly wishing he hadn't agreed to this. 'She is acting like a little kid in a candy store. Man, this is annoying. I wish she would decide what to do already. This is boring!'
As if in answer to his prayers Mrs Figg suddenly stopped.
"Here we are, Harry. First stop," Mrs Figg said, interrupting his thoughts.
"Huh? Sorry, spaced out. Where?" Harry asked dumbly.
"Look up."
Harry looked up. They were at a hairdresser. 'What are we doing here? My hair can't be tamed. This is so pointless. Why did I agree to this?'
"In you go, Harry. Get a nice haircut. Let's hope they can fix your hair," Mrs Figg said, running her hand through his messy hair.
Mrs Figg steered him inside and a few minutes later a young lady came up (A/N: Wish service realy was that good. I had 2 wait 20minutes B4 I evn had sum1 cum up 2 me. Slackers!) to serve them. She took Harry to a chair in the far corner. Mrs Figg followed cautiously while Harry sat down.
"Hello dear. Now what would you like done?"
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(A/N: I decided it wood b 2 boring 2 xplain in detail everything Harry had 2 put up with. Evn though it wood make my chap longa, I still didnt c da point of boring myself riting it. Sorry if u wished 2 read about Harry's time at the Mall)
After about 3hours (A/N: Poor Harry. I wood die in a shopin centre 4 3hrs) of walking around in and out of different stores, Mrs Figg decided that Harry had everything he needed to make a good impression, so they could leave.
Harry looked amazing. (A/N: sigh I think im turning in2 1 of those crazed 'Harry is soooooo hot' fans. NOT GOOD, lol) He'd gotten a haircut (A/N: Na da) and had light brown, almost blonde, tips added in. It looked really good in his black (A/N: is it blak?) hair. He had also gone to the optometrist and found out the lenses in his glasses were too strong, so he got new lenses and some contacts. Mrs Figg said she didn't like his eyes being 'hidden' behind glasses. They also got him some new clothes. He got a pair of black cargos, a pair of ¾ length pants and a pair of khaki pants. He also got a few shirts: a dragon tattoo one, a Hawaiian one and a plain black one too. To top it off he bought a pair of Adidas runners.
As Harry and Mrs Figg were walking out, Harry noticed some of the girl they passed shooting him looks. 'Either Mrs Figg was right and I look good, or I've got something on me and I look like a clown'
One girl, who was standing at the door, probably waiting for someone, was watching Harry as he was walking out. Harry noticed this and just before he passed by, he winked and smiled at her. The girl blushed and turned away from Harry, realizing she had been staring. 'Looks like Mrs Figg was right then.'
A/N: O.K. finished this chap. Any good? Remember all you gota do is press 1 buton and type a few words. Not that hard. But then you could be one of those slack people like me who cant b stuffed reviewing. 4 those who can b stuffed tell me wat u though of it.
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