Note from Author: This story spin off is my idea and all the characters belong to their rightful owners. Sorry if some of the characters seem out of persona, but sometimes you have to do that to get the story right.

Harry Potter

School Romance

Chapter 1

It was a beautiful summer morning as Harry woke to the banging of his aunt's fist on his bedroom door. As he rolled over he heard her yell, "Get up now!" Harry let out a moan as he sat up. He quickly grabbed his glasses and began to get dressed.

Over the summer, Harry had become accustomed once again to his aunt waking him up with her shrill voice. He slowly opened the door and proceeded down the stairs. As he entered the kitchen, the smell of bacon and hashbrownes filled his nose. To Harry's surprise, Uncle Vernon was smiling at him. This truly confused Harry as he sat down.

"Good morning, Harry," said Vernon, looking at him from the paper. "Sleep well?"

"Yeah," said Harry as Aunt Petunia put a large plate in front of him. "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"No reason," said Vernon as he drank his coffee. "Eat up. Your too skinny."

Harry looked from his uncle to his aunt and back to his uncle. Without another word, he started eating. As he ate his breakfast, his cousin Dudley came into the room. Dudley stared at his skinny cousin and then sat down in an empty chair with a thud. Before Dudley could utter a word, his mother placed a large plate of food before him.

"Your mother is going to take you shopping this afternoon, Dudley," said Vernon. "You'll be going with them too, Harry."

Harry and Dudley both looked sharply at Uncle Vernon and then at each other. "Yes, sir," said Harry, turning back to his breakfast.

"Why does he get to come with us?" squawked Dudley. "Can't he just stay here?"

Uncle Vernon looked at Dudley with a very stern look. For the first time, Vernon actually used a very stern voice with his spoiled son. "Don't argue with me, Dudley," said his father. "He's going and that's that."

Dudley looked at his father with a look of absolute horror on his face. His father had never spoken to him like that before. With this new turn of events Dudley actually didn't start screaming or throwing a fit. He just sat there eating his breakfast.

"Well I better get busy," said Vernon putting down the paper. "I have to get to work."

"You have a wonderful time, dear," said Petunia, kissing him on the cheek. "Harry, I want you to do the dishes once you're done eating. Dudleykins, I want you to go clean your room."

"What! Clean my room? Why should I?" spat Dudley.

"You will do as your mother and I tell you," roared Vernon leaving the room.

Dudley, now turnip red, followed his father out of the room. The two stormed up the stairs, their yelling continued until a door slammed and then another door slammed shut. After a couple minutes, Harry and Petunia, both, let out a long and slow breath.

It confused Harry that his aunt and uncle were being so nice to him and so strict with their own son whom they have pampered since he was born. Harry didn't pursue the matter for fear that it may all be some cruel joke or something. Once done with his breakfast, he quickly did the dishes and then went in search of his aunt.

He found her sitting in the living room reading one of her gossip magazines. As he entered the room, she looked up and stared at him.

"Yes," she said. "Are you done already with the dishes?"

"Yes, ma'am," Harry said politely. "What else would you like me to do?"

Harry thought that since she was going to be nice, he would be nice and help around the house. Aunt Petunia's eyes grew wider. She set down the magazine and looked at him.

"What do you mean, dear?" she asked.

That's a first, thought Harry, she actually said dear instead of something rude. I'll just be nice and help out today.

"Is there something else you need done that I can help with?" asked Harry.

Petunia smiled and said, "No, there's nothing else you can help with. Why don't you go get ready to go shopping."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," said Harry, quickly leaving the room.

Harry quietly climbed the stairs and went in his room. As he entered his room, a snowy white owl flew silently into the room and perched itself on the back of his chair. In her beak was a piece of parchment paper and a package attached to her leg.

"Good morning, Hedwig," said Harry, taking the letter from her. "From Hermione I see."

Hedwig gently nipped his hand affectionately as he untied the parcel from her and place it on the desk. Harry opened the drawer and pulled out an owl treat. As she hopped back into her cage, he held it out for her. Once she took it, he sat down on the bed and opened the letter.

Dear Harry,

How is your summer going? I got your letter. My parents want to meet your aunt and uncle. When would be a good time for us to visit? Or should we just drop by? Please write me back as soon as you can. Happy Birthday! I hope you enjoy your present and don't let your aunt and uncle ruin your day.

Love,

Hermione

Harry set aside the letter and opened the package. Inside the box were several chocolate covered frogs, a bag of Bertie Bots Every Flavored Beans, a couple cauldron cakes, and a black leather book. Ignoring the sweets, Harry's hand went straight to the book. The book was covered in smooth black leather and on the front was a gold design of a snitch.

"Wow," said Harry running his hand over the cover.

The book gave a sudden shudder in his hands. Harry narrowed his eyes and looked at the book. Hermione was known to give books filled with way too much knowledge than he would ever use. Carefully, he opened the book. To his surprise the pages were blank. On the very first lined page was another note from Hermione.

Dear Harry,

I hope you like this journal. The cover is dragon skin and I thought you might like the gold snitch on the front. Watch it cause it moves. I hope you noticed, when you spoke, the journal give a shudder. It took me a while to find someone to put a spell on it so that only you can open it. I finally went to Professor Lupin and he helped me. Well enjoy.

Love,

Hermione

Harry smiled as he pulled out a quill, a bottle of ink, and a piece of parchment. He quickly moved to his desk and began to write a letter in response to Hermione.

Hermione,

Thank you for the journal and sweets, I really like the journal. The spell should keep people from reading it. Can't wait to see everyone at school. Last year already. Can you believe it? In response to your parents wanting to meet my aunt and uncle, I don't know if that's really a good idea. If you want to chance it, come by on Sunday. They might get along since your parents are muggles. They don't like magic folks. Call before you come so that they can be ready for you. 555-5555

Harry

Harry quickly folded the letter and walked over to Hedwig. She looked at him with her large amber eyes as she climbed onto his arm.

"Take this to Hermione," Harry said as she took the note from him. "Please be careful."

With a single nod, she was off. Barely moving her wings as she soared through the sky. Once she was out of sight, Harry returned his attention to the many sweets that lay on the bed. He decided to give a chocolate frog to his cousin, Dudley, to see his reaction. Quickly, he stuffed one in his pocket and sneaked out of his room.

"Hey, Dudley," said Harry as he watched his cousin move things to the sides of the room with his feet.

"What do you want, twig?" hissed Dudley. "Well?"

"I wanted to know if you wanted some chocolate?" Harry asked pulling the chocolate frog from his pocket. "I promise it's not poisoned or jinxed."

"What is it?" asked Dudley looking at him suspiciously.

"It's called a chocolate frog," said Harry holding it out. "Watch out when you open it. It'll try and jump away from you."

Dudley's eyes widened at those words. "You got another one?" he asked.

"Yeah," said Harry showing him the one in his hand. "Want me to show you how to do it?"

Dudley nodded and Harry opened the package. There sitting on his palm was a chocolate frog. His cousin's eyes widened as the candy creature began to move. Harry quickly closed his hand around the frog and it stopped moving. As Harry opened his hand, the frog hardened and ceased to move.

"See," said Harry, taking a bite. "It's only an enchantment."

For a moment, Harry thought his cousin was going to throw the chocolate at him and start yelling. But instead he opened the package and did just as his skinny cousin had. He closed his eyes as he took a bite from the candy.

"That's good," said Dudley. "Got any more?"

"No but I might buy you some when I go to school," said Harry, knowing that he'd buy only one of a couple things for his pig like cousin.

Tap. Tap. The two young men looked at the window, there stood a tawny barn owl with a letter in its beak, and a parcel attached to its leg. Harry jumped over the clutter on the floor and opened the window. The owl stuck out its leg as Harry took the letter from its mouth. Once the parcel was untied from the owl's leg, the bird took off to the air and disappeared into the sky.

"Who's it from?" asked Dudley curiously.

Harry looked at the letter and then the parcel. "The letters from Hagrid and the parcel is from Ron," he said.

"Is there chocolate in it?" asked Dudley.

"I don't know," said Harry. "If there is I'll share."

Dudley face lit up as Harry returned to his room. Once in his room, Harry closed the door and sat on the bed. As he opened the parcel, he heard his aunt yelling for him and Dudley. Harry quickly slipped on his sneakers and went down stairs. There standing at the front door was Aunt Petunia with her sweater and purse in hand.

"Time to go shopping boys," she said. "Hurry up and get in the car."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," said Harry opening the door for her.

Without a word, Petunia walked outside with Dudley right behind her. Harry quickly closed the door and followed them down the path to the car. Once in the car, Petunia turned the radio to her favorite gossip channel. No one said a word as they drove down the road.

"Not a word is to be said inside," said Petunia as they climbed out of the car. "I mean it or else that person will be eating very little for a while."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," said Harry.

Harry knew that Dudley would have to say a word sooner or later. Either telling his mother he wanted something or protesting something she picked out for him. As they entered the store, their ears were met by the wails of small children.

"Harry, we're going to get you some cloths first," Petunia said as they entered the men's department.