Harry woke up bright and early to his run-down alarm clock ringing in his ears annoyingly. He felt around for the 'off' button, his eyes still closed. The first bit of morning sun rise was creeping down the streets, and streamed through his window, illuminating particles of dust that floated about the small room. Hedwing chirped hapilly at her master as Harry sat up from his bed tiredly andshovedon his glasses. Yawning, he walked over to the cage and reached his hand in, stroking the beutiful owl. Hedwing closed her eyes in joy and stretched one leg back.
"G' mornin Hedwing." Harry said with a sleepy smile.
She clicked her beak happily. Harry walked over toward his dresser, pulled open a drawer and retrieved a dead mouse.
"Breakfast is served. Try not to eat it in one bite. It's the last one, and who knows how many more days It'll be 'til I can find more."
She gratefully tore up her morning meal.
Harry turned to look at his clock. It read 8:00 in big, red numbers. Like his beloved owl, Harry felt grateful as well this Saturday morning. Not because he was chowing down on a dead rodent (Like he would ever dream of doing that), but because on week ends he was allowed more time to sleep in. Usually he was forced to wake at around 4 AM.
Harry pulled on a fresh black tee shirt and the ripped, grass stained jeans he wore the day before. He was about to leave his room to start breakfast for the Dursley's when he herd A soft crunch, coming from the bottom of his tennis shoe.
"Oh shit, what the fuck did I break this time?" he said to himself.
Puzzled, Harry removed his foot from the spot to see an elegant parchment envelope with familiar handwriting on the front. A wave of hope splashing over him, he hastily tore open the envelope.
Dear Harry,
How's it going, mate? I'm missing you so much. How come you never write? Anyway, Hermione is here for the Summer as usual. Same old same old, nothing new going on. We wish you could be here. Mum and dad says that Hermione and I can come down there in October. Can't wait to see you.
We miss you too much,
Ron.
Harry sighed. He longed to see his friends again. He longed to write back. But he knew he couldn't. Suddenly there was a loud, violent knock at the door, startling Harry out of his day dreams.
"Open up boy!" Yelled uncle Vernon pounding his fists harder than ever on the wood.
Harry quickly pulled up his mattress and slid the envelope under.
He opened the door to his uncle who was purple in the face.
"Where is breakfast!" He snapped.
"Sorry." Harry murmured, trying to hold back the annoyance in his voice.
"Get your ass into that kitchen right now you ungrateful little rat!"
-
August passed by in a flash. September flew by, full of pain and misery. October made Harry long for his friends who never came to visit. November started to cool down. And by December, a new blanket of snow had joyfully fallen on Private Drive. Harry's horse like aunt handed him a five dollar bill. He was surprised to see bony hands clutching the money with hate instead of hoofs.
"Pick up some bread and milk. Be back in fifteen minutes." she said coldly.
"Um, this isn't enough to pay for the bus."
"Don't be stupid, who says you're going by bus?" she grunted.
"Well than there's no way I can walk there and make it home by-"
"Shut up and go before I change it to five minutes! If you're not back by then you get three extra hours worth fucking chores, got that!"
"Yes."
Harry cursed under his breath, wishing he could zap the living day lights out of his aunt right about now with his handy-dandy wand as he walked out the front door.
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Harry looked down at his watch. He had been out for 12 minutes and he had just entered the run-down gas station. He was greeted by the warmth of the store, for it was freezing cold outside, turning Harry's face raw and red. The aroma of Star bucks coffee made his stomach growl. It was impossible to get there and back in 15 minutes. So in other words, he was fucking screwed. There was no point in rushing, because he'd never make it there in time anyway, so he slowly walked down the isles, grabbing what his stupid aunt needed. At the counter while he paid for his goods, something caught his eye. It was the cashier. A pretty girl, who looked just about the same age as Harry. She was dressed in all black, with a white scarf around her neck. She looked up at him and smiled, her bright blue eyes like an ocean of crystals. Her eyes were heavily done with black eyeliner, and her luscious lips were a shade of bright cherry red, very noticeable on her very pale face. A few strands of long, shiny black hair tumbled over her face as she shyly smiled at him.
Harry suddenly felt his face heat up and he started to feel a lump in his throat.
"That'll be $4.50" she said, holding out a graceful hand which had, short, black painted nails.
Harry stumbled over the counter as he searched his pockets for loot , nearly dropping a quarter he discovered which slipped out of his sweaty hands.
He handed the beautiful girl the crumpled dollar bill.
She handed him back the change, their hands touching for a minute which made the hairs on the back of Harry's neck stand up.
Their eyes met, and to Harry's surprise, she started to talk to him.
"Hey, are you new here? I don't think I've seen you around."
"Um, er, no. N-n-no-no I just-"
Oh great Harry thought I can't say I don't get out much because she'll think I'm a lazy bum.
"I just don't come here much.That's all. I usually shop at that store by...uhh..-"
He pointed in a random direction.
"Over there." he blushed a furious shade of red.
YOU DUMB FUCK, HARRY! he thought to himself.
"Oh, okay." the young lady replied with a shy little laugh.
Harry didn't want this conversation to end, so he quickly scanned the room to save himself. It was no use. His eyes went right down to where her breasts were.
Bingo! There was her name tag! Thank god for Hary's perverted instincts.
"So... uhhhh, you're name is Angelina?"
Duh! he thought It says it on the fucking name tag, idiot!
"Er, yeah. Angelina Taylors" Angelina said. "But you can call me Ange. And you are?"
"H-harry Potter." stuttered Harry.
"Mmm, Harry. It's very nice to meet you." she replied in a sexy voice, making Harry feel redder than ever.
Oh shit, not another fucking boner. Not now! he thought to himslef.
Angelina turned around to look at the clock on the far end of the store.
"Oh shoot, break time." she said, collecting a black and white striped AC/DC bag and a guitar case.
Harry's heart lept.
"You play?"
"Oh, yes."
"So do I!"
"Cool, ever heard of Underground Ink?"
"Um, no, I don't think so."
"Oh, well It's this great place where punk bands and stuff hang out. It's full of real kick ass music lovers. You should visit sometime, you just take a left down the Street 7'11 is on, turn left, and you'll see this huge pipe. Just meet me there if you can. I'm going to have a performance 7:00 on Friday."
"Oh, awesome! I'll be sure to make it!" Harry was overjoyed.
She smiled again.
"Cool. Well, I gotta go. See ya Harry. " She ran her fingers through Harry's jet black hair in a sexy way, and winked.
"Bye." Harry said in a zombie like voice admiring her body as she, walked out the from store.
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Harry clicked on the radio, tuning it until the staticy fuzz formed into beautiful punk rock music. Sitting in my room last night Staring at the mirror I couldn't find a reason why I couldn't be near her
'Cause you are the one that started To make me feel this way And every night I'm thinking About the words you'd say
Pictures going through my mind When we're together All these long and sleepless nights Will I ever get better
Harry recognized yet another one of his favorite Green Day songs. He was in awe to hear it, for it came out in 1989.
He listened to the words carefully. He could SO relate to what the song was saying. For every day after Harry had met Angelina, he couldn't get his mind off her. He wanted to see her pretty face again, and hear her voice again. And touch her hand again. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to just be with her. Harry couldn't belive he could have feelings for some girl he had just met at a gas station. He didn't think that was good or healthy.
That night he just sat there, staring up at the ceiling, which he couldn't see because he was in pitch black dark, listening to the radio, thoughts of Ange flooding his thoughts
'Cause you are the one that started To make me feel this way And every night I'm thinking About the words you'd say 'Cause you are THE ONE THAT I WANT
Now you know how I feel This love is forever You make my life seem so unreal Will I ever get better?
He sighed deeply, taking off his glasses and placing them on the drawer beside his rickety bed. He had never longed for someone this much.
This is just probably lust. he thought to himself.
Or was it?
And in the background, the radio chimed it's tunes into the pure darkness, fading away into Harry's dreams.
'Cause you are the one that started To make me feel this way And every night I'm thinking About the words you'd say
'Cause you are THE ONE THAT I WANT.
'Cause you are THE ONE THAT I WANT.
'Cause you are THE ONE THAT I WANT.
'Cause you are the one that I waaaaaaant!