Ron: I have a feeling were going to get slapped with a *lot* of commas....
Hermione: Yeah. ‘Laid awake’ can be used as one description pretty easily.
Harry: And its ‘midst’.
Draco: Unless your sleeping in the middle of a fog storm.
Harry: Do they really think the Dursleys would let me keep a school calendar?
In two weeks he would be off to Hogwarts for a year of learning.
Hermione: The sheer fact that he’s not there as this is going on tells us it isn’t a whole year...
This would be Harry’s fifth year at Hogwarts and would be taking the O.W.L’s.
Harry: ...I tell you. This thing flows with all the rhythmn of a text book
Hermione: Anyone who reads our fan fiction probably *knows* this stuff already
He already got all of his summer homework done, the worst of it was the five scroll essay in potions.
Hermione: Making something bad sound worse by really stupid exxageration is not the greatest writing
technique...
Ron: Comma...
The Dursleys, the dreaded muggles that he lived with, were away on a business trip to Germany for his
uncles company, Grunnings that made drills.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: They act like we’re honestly going to read this before reading the books. Yeah, we *know* the
company is Grunnings and makes drills. We *know* the Dursleys suck.
They would be gone for the rest of the summer holidays.
Hermione: ...inexplicable at best
Harry: They wont even leave me alone for an afternoon
he had the best week of his life, in number four Privet Drive, after they had gone.
Harry: We *know* where I live...
Ron: Comma...
Draco: Jesus, we could do this MST with a tape recorder
But as the days wore on he was growing restless from having no one to talk to
Harry: I have an owl...
Draco: Owls arent the best conversationlists, Potter
Harry: I meant to send letters with, smart ass
They had left with little food and no money to buy more, so he had to save the little food he had.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: Once again- owl.
All he had was cans of soup, molded bread, molded cheese and sour milk
Hermione: Ew....
Harry: OWL. I. Have. An. Owl.
He had hoped that Ron, his best friend from school, would invite him to his house, but his family had went
to Romania to see his brother Charlie, who studied dragons.
Ron: Comma. And we *know* by brother studies dragons in romania
Harry: ...thats my line
Ron would only be home in time to catch the train back to Hogwarts.
Ron: We all know how slow instaneous Muggle transportation is
Hermione decided to go with Victor Krum, the seeker on the Bulgarian Qudditch team,
Ron: Comma...
Harry: We know hes the seeker of their Quidditch team.
Draco: Stop that, damnit!
to his house in Bulgaria. In each of her letters to Harry it sounded like she was having a great time.
Ron: ....
Harry: ....
Draco: Oh, what? No bad running gags for this one?
While she was out shopping, she had bought herself an owl that looked a lot like Hedwig, Harry’s owl.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: We know who Hedgwig is
Draco: AAAAAAH! *Eyes suddenly roll back in his head, and he collapses*
Harry: If they know I have an owl, why do they think Im starving
It was snow white, and also an female, which she named snow.
Ron: Comma...
Hermione: I already have a pet, and were only allowed one at Howarts
Harry: ‘Snow’... ugh
In her last letter, it looked like it was written when she was upset, she told Harry that Ron wrote an angry
letter about her going to Krum’s house for the summer.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: Ooo, jealous Ron writing a letter after he and Krum already patched things up. What a plot device
that is.
After Harry read the letter he became extremely angry
Hermione: The angers just radiating off him
Harry got out of be and looked out of his bedroom window, over the vast darkness of the early mourning
sky but it was unusually dark today because of the storms that had been raging through the past week.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: Darkness can’t really be vast.
He had not been able to go outside and was very bored being stuck inside for a week.
Harry: Yeah. You know. After all, what could a wizard do to entertain himself?
He went over to the wardrobe and got dressed in the baggy clothes that his aunt and uncle had given him
after his fat cousin had grown out of them.
Ron: Com-... well, there *should* be a comma
Harry: I actually have a lot of clothes. Dudley jumps sizes like hes on a trampoline. With reinforced steel
cables, of course
He then headed down the dark stairwell and stepped into the kitchen to cook a can of tomato soup. He ate
the soup quietly at the large table that sat near the back door.
Draco: *Stirs on floor, and holds out hand* See that? Chills. From all the power and emotion
Heavy thunder sparked,
Ron: Comma...
Hermione: Lightning sparks. Thunder booms.
then followed by a heavy downfall of rain to start the eighth straight day of storms.
Hermione: Yeah. That would be ‘was’ followed, unless the ‘sparking thunder’ came after the rain did
Harry knew the lights would soon go out, so he got up and headed to the far, right, cabinet and grabbed the
large flash light
Ron: Several, unnecesary commas...
Harry: You know, the power doesnt always go out when storms come
. He then headed toward the living room, which had ugly pictures of his fat cousin all around it, and sat
down in the chair in front of the television.
Harry: Im all for Dudley bashing, but this is useless pandering...
He turned it on and flipped around the channels and then saw a news report of a family, that lived a few
miles away from privet drive, dying suddenly from causes unknown to the police.
Hermione: Hey hey! Its an unbelievable timing news report, coming to you from channel Bad Fiction!
They showed a shot of the house and it had the dark mark over the roof of the small house.
Draco: Yeah. You see, they report the deaths, but not the strange, hovering symbol *Clambers into seat*
Hermione: Im fairly sure the Ministry would have reached the site by now
He thought that if Fudge, the Minister of Magic, still didn’t believe Dumbledore then he would have to be
very stupid.
Ron: Comma...
Harry: And everyone knows that Fudge is the Minister of magic
Draco: .....*collapses again*
Ron: *Snickers*
Just then the lights flickered and went out.
Hermione: Oooh. Cliffy. *Sighs*
Harry: *Prods Draco* Final thoughts?
Ron: I say we dip his hand in some warm water...
Harry: Deal.
Hermione: .....*sighs*