cundiff11
Ok. i have atempted a harry potter story on my own before but id din't let anyone read it so i don't know if this will be good. I don't have a title yet, but will think of one, or it will come to me.
Harry potter was laying in his bed. He looked at his alarm clock that read 7:00 P.M. Tommorow was his birthday. He couldn't wait, because he would be able to use magic, and the next day, would probably be going to The Burrow. He stood up, and gave his snowy white owl hedwig, an owl treat. She hooted happily. He looked at the mirror hanging from his closet. He was a small, thin boy with messy black hair, green eyes, glasses, and baggy clothes. He realized he had not eaten dinner, so he headed downstairs.
He went over to the fridge, and got a yogurt then sat down on the table. "Who said you could have that?" snapped his uncle. "Sorry, can i have this?" He said, with the slightest bit of sarcasim in his voice. He scowled, which meant yes. He knew he would say yes because his uncle Vernon knew tommorow Harry would turn 17, which meant he could do magic. He was very afraid of magic. He threw the yogurt in the rubbish been, then headed upstairs.
He opened his door, and saw a miny owl zooming around the room, that he recognized as Pigwidgeon, his best friends, rons owl. He snatched him, then picked up the letter that was laying on his bed. He put the owl on his knee, and gave him some water and some owl treats.
He opened up the letter and saw the untidy scrawl of Ron's writing.
Harry,
hope your having a good summer. I thought I would send this letter because tommorow, were coming to pick you up. We will probably apparate there, but, who knows. We will pick you up at around 10:00 PM. Don't bother sending a reply, because i know you want to.
Ron
P.S. Hermione came last week. Shes been studying TONS of spells, which gets annoying, but found some good ones.
Deciding it was time for a celebration, he picked some cookies from under his loose floorboard. As he was doing so, he heard another letter land on his bed. He picked up the letter. He recognized dumbledores thin, slanted writing.
Tell me if you think this was good. I don't know if it is, it won't hurt my felligns.
Harry potter was laying in his bed. He looked at his alarm clock that read 7:00 P.M. Tommorow was his birthday. He couldn't wait, because he would be able to use magic, and the next day, would probably be going to The Burrow. He stood up, and gave his snowy white owl hedwig, an owl treat. She hooted happily. He looked at the mirror hanging from his closet. He was a small, thin boy with messy black hair, green eyes, glasses, and baggy clothes. He realized he had not eaten dinner, so he headed downstairs.
He went over to the fridge, and got a yogurt then sat down on the table. "Who said you could have that?" snapped his uncle. "Sorry, can i have this?" He said, with the slightest bit of sarcasim in his voice. He scowled, which meant yes. He knew he would say yes because his uncle Vernon knew tommorow Harry would turn 17, which meant he could do magic. He was very afraid of magic. He threw the yogurt in the rubbish been, then headed upstairs.
He opened his door, and saw a miny owl zooming around the room, that he recognized as Pigwidgeon, his best friends, rons owl. He snatched him, then picked up the letter that was laying on his bed. He put the owl on his knee, and gave him some water and some owl treats.
He opened up the letter and saw the untidy scrawl of Ron's writing.
Harry,
hope your having a good summer. I thought I would send this letter because tommorow, were coming to pick you up. We will probably apparate there, but, who knows. We will pick you up at around 10:00 PM. Don't bother sending a reply, because i know you want to.
Ron
P.S. Hermione came last week. Shes been studying TONS of spells, which gets annoying, but found some good ones.
Deciding it was time for a celebration, he picked some cookies from under his loose floorboard. As he was doing so, he heard another letter land on his bed. He picked up the letter. He recognized dumbledores thin, slanted writing.
Tell me if you think this was good. I don't know if it is, it won't hurt my felligns.