This is a product of history class. I want to thank my history teacher for not finding out that I was writing in the middle of class. I want to thank my betas Amy and Jner. They are awesome and I don't know what my story would be like without them. I want to thank all the people who haven't reviewed yet BUT THEY WILL (hint hint hint…) because reviews are a huge part in this process and all of them mean a lot to me.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, but I really REALLY wish I did!
It was a normal summer morning on Privet Drive. The sun was shining, the birds were chirping, and Dudley Dursley was throwing a fit. By looking at the happy people going about their business on Privet Drive, one would not think they knew anything about Dudley and his temper. However, upon closer inspection, one found that they all wore earplugs.
"But I didn't want a book!" screamed Dudley at the top of his lungs and he threw the book into the fireplace. Happy 4th Birthday buttons, cards, and wrapping paper littered the floor.
"But Duddy darling, it's a comic book … ALL little boys like comic books," said Aunt Petunia timidly as she ducked behind a chair
"I DON'T! All I got were 19 presents this year! Four of them were stupid books!!! Last year I had twenty-two!"
"Well D-Diddy-Dums, some of these gifts are a lot bigger than last year's and more expensive."
"I DON'T CARE!" Dudley bellowed. "This is the worst birthday of my life." And the crocodile tears came poring out of Dudley's eyes.
"Oh don't cry little Duddy darling," said Aunt Petunia as she rushed over. "If you stop crying and go put your shoes on, we'll go and get you … your first TV! How do you like that?"
The crocodile tears stopped immediately and a smile started to spread across Dudley's pudgy face. As Dudley ran upstairs to look for a pair of shoes that he hadn't thrown out the window, Harry got up from the chair he had been hiding behind and tried to sneak to his cupboard.
"You! Boy!" Too late. "When we all go out, behave yourself, especially at the store. I want no funny business. Understand, boy?" Vernon practically spat out that last question.
"Excuse me, Uncle Vernon," Harry said so timidly it came out as a whisper, "am I coming, too?"
"Idiot boy! I suppose you really are that stupid. Do you think I enjoy talking to you? Mrs. Figg has caught the chicken pox and is quarantined. I personally wouldn't have cared but she said she couldn't be bothered to talk to anyone longer than five minuets at the moment and hung up."
"I understand, Uncle Vernon."
"Then get out of my sight boy. And try to make your self look decent. DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR HAIR!!"
Uncle Vernon screamed after Harry as he ran for his cupboard. He was very excited. The Dursleys never let him go out with them. Harry wondered what it would be like.
The Dursley's and Harry stood out side Jackson & Sons, the only electrical store with in a twenty mile radius of the Dursley's house.
"No funny business, boy!" mumbled Uncle Vernon, and they went in. It was a dark shop that smelled oddly of mildew and spider webs hung in the corner.
"Vernon, look!" There's the vicar!" whispered Aunt Petunia, rather loudly, into Uncle Vernon's ear. In a single second, Harry found himself in the corner.
"And stay there ‘till we come for you, boy!"
This wasn't too bad, Harry thought. If he tilted his head a little more and squinted, he could almost see the TV. Just a bit more….
"BOO!"A tiny girl had jumped out at him from behind a big brown box. Her curly red hair was put up into pigtails and it bounced when she moved. Her creamy white skin was dotted with freckles and she had a big smile on her face.
"I scurred you!" she said proudly.
"Yes, you did." Harry humored her. "What's your name?"
"Nice to meet you, my name is Harry."
"Hair" Ginny repeated.
"No, not ‘Hair.' Harry"
"Hair," Ginny repeated. She giggled then reached up and pulled a lock of Harry's hair, right by his forehead. She started to giggle but suddenly stopped.
"Hair," she said, pointing at him.
"Hair," she repeated, looking like she was about to cry. At that moment, a tall boy with fierce red hair and freckles scooped Ginny up.
"There you are Ginny! Mum's gone mad with worry." The boy didn't even acknowledge Harry's presence, he just started to walk away with Ginny. Ginny, however, was still pointing at Harry.
"Come on Ginny, let's find Mum."
"But Chawie …Hair."
All of a sudden, beefy Uncle Vernon stepped in front of Harry, blocking his view of Ginny.
"Come on, boy." Uncle Vernon spat out.
As Harry walked out, he could not stop thinking about the little red head who found his hair so interesting.