Summer Glow Up

Awakening

Harry Potter, "The Boy Who Lived". "If this can even be considered living", mused Harry to himself. The room was silent, devoid of any auditory input except the slight creak emanated with every spin from the excuse of a fan.

Harry fiddled with a plain stone, which he had convinced himself to be of magnificent beauty. This was far from the truth though, days of isolation in a "home" which sentenced him to a status of an outcast merely due to his mortal birth, had taken its effect.

His days were mundane with very little for entertainment, unless you could call vivid memories of the dull crack emanating from Cedric's body as he was splattered with mud, a pleasant one. Harry sighed, and took a mental note to ignore those thoughts, his not so rare coping mechanism. Maybe the thrill of finally being able to run away from his problems, compensated for his inability to run away from the prophecy, to run away from Voldemort.

His thoughts eventually wandered off to a certain brown haired witch, his features instantly gracing a pleasant expression. "She had been the one to believe him, while the entire Wizarding World had doubted him", Harry smiled at this realization. As thoughts of them practicing the summoning charm quickly raced through his mind, he couldn't help but realize how beautiful she had gotten. His cheeks turning scarlett as he remembered her appearance at the Yule Ball.

The comforting warmth of her hugs, "I can't live without it", Harry gawked at the realization. Hermione was in fact very fanciable, the only person he could trust with his heart. The prospect of a messy haired boy with chestnut brown eyes, filled him up with excitement.

 "That's it, I need Hermione!", Harry shouted. He couldn't help but feel that this was what his father would have wanted, Harry recalled Sirius talking about how the Potter's always had a thing for bright witches. And now that he thought about it, Sirius had been awfully happy with Harry's choice to confide in Hermione. 

"That Granger girl is already growing on me!", Harry remembered Sirius's remark. He must have thought that we were dating! Harry smiled at that thought.

"BOY, what was that? Scream again, and I will have your mouth taped shut. SOME people need sleep over here", Vernon Dursley screamed his face turning a shade of purple.

Harry simply stared at Vernon Dursley with what he imagined to be quite a dumbfounded look  as the door slammed shut. Harry's hopes, shut as fast as the worked up door. "I am in Privett Drive, am I not.." Harry thought to himself.

 The apparent lack of letters and communication with Hermione worsened his dilemma, "How was I supposed to make Hermione, mine?", Harry worried to himself.

Harry looked down to the rock in his hand, before muffling another shout of excitement.

(My first fan fiction ever, hope you liked the first chapter :D)