| Waiting & Wondering |
| It was summer, and it was stormy out. Harry Potter sat by his window, staring out, counting down the days until he could return to Hogwarts. It was the day before his birthday, and unlike a few of the years before, he was looking forward to it, even though the Dursely’s (his aunt and uncle) never did anything to make his birthdays memorable. Harry Potter was looking forward to his birthday because he was awaiting his now summerly visit to the Weasly’s. He’d received letters from his friends and Sirius all summer, which helped take a bit off his usual summer low. Hermione even sent him a quidditch book called "A Fly through Quidditch" by Aisling Airhead, but it was the letters from Sirius that he truly enjoyed. Sirius was Harry’s godfather, a convicted murderer and unregistered Animagus. Only he, Ron, Hermione, and Albus Dumbledore, Hogwarts’ headmaster, new that Sirius was innocent. Even though all this was on the young wizards mind, something else nagged at the back of his mind, it had been there, lurking, waiting till the time when Harry would stop forcing himself not to think about it. The year before, Harry had come face to face, for the fifth time, with Lord Voldemort. The only difference about this encounter was that this time, the Dark Lord had been returned to full power, this time, he could touch Harry. Harry shuddered while he thought about this, but his mind was suddenly brought back from where it had gone by a wet, gray lump of feathers hitting him head on in the face. "Errol!" Harry gasped. He picked up the now unconscious owl, and untied the letter attached to its leg, and read it. Dear Harry, Dad’s got a raise in work! But that’s not why I’m writing to you. Mum says that you can come and stay for the rest of the summer, and Hermione’s coming to. I’m not sure why, but mum had to write to Dumbledore to ask if you could come. We’ll come and pick you up tomorrow, and tell your Aunt and Uncle to unblock the fireplace— Harry recalled what had happened last time, and then to add to the chaos, Dudley had eaten one of Fred and George’s Ton-Tongue Toffees, resulting in total havoc— Were coming to get you tomorrow whether they like it or not. Mom’s sent a letter. See you at 2:00. Happy Birthday! Ron P.S. Fred and George got me new dress robes! Wonder where they got the money? Harry smiled. Then he turned off the light and went to bed. He couldn’t wait. |