Hi readers, you're doing well if you've got this far! This is my first fanfic, so it may be a bit rough round the edges, otherwise, enjoy!
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ALL SUMMER LONG (Kid Rock)
Set in the summer between first and second years.
After catching a Bus from Kings Cross to Little Whinging, Harry walked slowly towards Privet Drive, towards the house where he had spent the ten years immediately preceding Hogwarts…
As he neared the house, he found himself walking slower and slower, until eventually he reached the front door. Tentatively, he knocked on the dark wooden panelled door that led to his private Hell. When there was no answer, he knocked again, louder, but almost immediately the door opened.
"Oh. It's you. Come in then." Classic Dudley, with his own monosyllabic yet resentful tone. Harry entered the house, pausing to see that it was still the same as ever. Unseen by Vernon and Petunia, he made his way up to Dudley's second bedroom, lugging his trunk behind him.
Once settled in his room, he started pacing around the room, alternating that and starting his Potions essay for Snape; exactly what he'd be doing All Summer Long. Well, that is what he would have been doing All Summer Long if it wasn't for the fact that George and Fred had turned up a couple of weeks later in the turquoise Ford Escort.
Please Review, Anne.
Thanks for reading! I promise chapters will get longer, there just wasn't much to write about this one; damn and blast my shuffle!
