Hey, Quirks here. I'd like to thank my 5 reviewers, and I hope you like my story and keep reading. Sorry, I didn't have spell check, but now I do, so hopefully it will be better. I won't say more, or it will ruin the story.
Disclaimer: In the first chapter.
Here it goes:
Chapter Two: Friendship continued
"What did you do to make Dudley so mad?" Harry asked as he and Amy sat down. "I wouldn't give him my cookie and I called him a pig," Amy replied, blushing. Harry smiled and said, "I've always wanted to do that!" Amy giggled and laid down on the hill were they were.
AN I just wanted to do this little bit. I hope you like it. Now the story will continue with them going to Hogwarts. (Yes, Amy is a muggleborn).
One morning as the Dursleys and Harry were eating their breakfast the click of the mail slot and the flop of letters on the doormat was heard.
"Get the mail, Dudley," Uncle Vernon said.
"Make Harry get it," Dudley whined.
"Get the mail, Harry," Vernon ordered. Harry grudgingly obliged, knowing it was better to oblige than to start a fight this early.
Harry walked to the front door and picked up the stack of letters, lazily flicking through them. 'Bill, bill, postcard, letter for Aunt Petunia, letter for me, bi…. wait a sec… a letter for ME!' Harry thought, looking at the strange letter he had received.
"Hurry up, boy!" Vernon shouted, sounding aggravated. Harry jerked out of his thoughts, mind racing, wondering what to do. 'Okay, the Dursleys won't let me have a letter, I know that. But then….. Of Course! I'll hide it and then read it in the clubhouse later.' Relieved at figuring out a plan of action, Harry quickly hid the letter easily in one of his large pockets, and headed back to the kitchen
"Here's the post, Uncle Vernon," Harry murmured, handing Vernon the post.
"About time," Vernon admonished, sneering. Harry rolled his eyes, inwardly smirking at the fact that next to Amy's glare, Uncle Vernon looked like a cheery five-year old.
"May I be excused, Aunt Petunia?" Harry asked politely. "Fine," Petunia answered, sniffing in disdain, "But make sure you get your chores done." "Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry assured her, "I will."
Hurrying out the back door, Harry took off in a run for the clubhouse, where he would be able to think in silence.
Finally Harry reached the clubhouse. The clubhouse was actually a tree house Amy's dad had built a few years back. Harry srambled up the ladder and was surprised to se someone else already in the clubhouse. Amy was sitting on a blanket in the corner, staring at something on her lap.
"Harry!" Becca cried in surprise as she looked up at him, "What are you doing here?" "Nothi….. Well, actually, I got a letter today, and I came up hereto look at it." "Oh, the Dursleys let you keep a letter?" Becca asked, shocked.
"Not really," Harry answered, "I hid it and waited till I could get here to read it." "Well," Becca told him, "Let's se the letter."
Harry sat down beside Becca and took the letter out from his pocket. He opened it up, as Becca looked at the envelope in shock.
The letter read:
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Headmaster: Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock, Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of al necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later than July 31.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
"Harry!" Becca squealed, "You got in to!" "What?" Harry exclaimed, confused. "I got into Hogwarts to!" Becca answered, "This is really cool."
"Yeah, but the Dursleys will never let me go! And how on earth will I be able to get to wherever they sell these supplies, let alone pay for them! This is a mess, Becca," Harry shouted anxiously.
"Calm down, Harry!" Becca said calmly, "Someone is coming to take me to get my supplies next week, you can just come along. As for the money, you know my parents will help you if you need anything, and you WILL accept it, right," Becca said, giving Harry a look as though daring him to disagree.
"I know," Harry replied, sighing, "You'd never let me miss this. But what on earth do they mean by 'We await your owl'?" "Oh, that means you need to send your reply with the owl that brought your letter."
Harry gave Becca a strange look, wondering if she truly HAD gone crazy. "Don't give me that look, Harry Potter," Becca warned, "I'm guessing that you didn't se the owl. Well, we'll just tell the person who comes to take us shopping that you plan to come."
"Becca, you are so overbearing, it's not even funny," Harry teased. "Hey, not my fault," Becca replied, "It's in the genes." Harry snorted and smirked at his best friend.
"But what about the Dursleys!" Harry suddenly said, alarmed. "Don't worry," Becca reassured him, "I'll take care of them." Harry leaned back, reassured and content, and murmured, "You know, this explains al those 'freakish things' that happen around us." "That it does," Becca sighed happily, "That it does."
I know, I know. I haven't update in FOREVER. Plus, it's really short. I'm sorry, but I wanted to give you something, plus, I had to write an easy for school. That took up al my computer time. SORRY! I'll try to update more often. See ya,
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