3RD POV
Harry Potter is in his bedroom looking at the picture book that Rubeus Hagrid gave him at the end of his first year at Hogwarts; he looks at the picture of him as a baby with his parents, then turns the page to look at a picture of him with his closest friends, Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger and Lyra Lovegood. He then look at another picture of him and Lyra which he looked at fondly; he then hears his owl Hedwig chirping and hooting in her cage. Hooting to be let out.
"I can't let you out, Hedwig. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school. Besides, if Uncle Vernon-" Harry says.
"Harry Potter!"
Harry glances downstairs then looks at Hedwig before closing his book and going downstairs.
"Now you've done it."
In the kitchen, Petunia is working on a cake as Harry enters.
"He's in there, Vernon." Petunia says disgustedly.
Harry enters the living room, where Vernon is getting Dudley dressed up.
"I'm warning you. If you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go." Vernon threatened.
"But she's bored. If I could only let her out for... an hour or two." Harry said trying to negotiate.
"So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir."
"But I haven't had any messages from any of my friends. Not one. All summer." Harry said disappointed, he had expected at least one letter, not even Lyra had sent one. He was very sad about it, he wanted his friends from the magical world to contact him because he was so alone here.
"Who would want to be friends with you?" Dudley says as he bumps Harry harshly, something he didn't take into account that much because he was thinking about his friends, and he knows that Lyra Lovegood would yell at his aunt and uncle for how they treated him. Harry smiled at that.
"I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you a were a baby, given you the food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom, purely out of the goodness of our hearts." Vernon said.
"Not now, bumpkins. It's for when the Masons arrive." Petunia said as she talked to her son, Harry almost laughed at the nickname.
"Which should be any minute." Vernon says as he motions for his family to come into the living room. "Now, let's go over our schedule once again, shall we? Petunia, when the Masons arrive, you will be...?"
"In the lounge, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home." Petunia says sweetly.
"Good. And, Dudley, you will be...?" Vernon continued.
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley says with fake enthusiasm.
"Excellent." Vernon continues the three of them then turn to Harry with scornful looks "And you...?"
"I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending that I don't exist." Harry says with a scowl.
"Too right you will. With any luck, this could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, and you will not mess it up." Vernon says with a smirk.
Harry then goes upstairs as the doorbell rings. He is still sad his friends, he had gotten one letter all summer it was a photo taken of Lyra laying down on a hill, he figured Luna had taken it, but it had no context at all, and it made him worried, when the letter arrived it looked old and frayed. Lyra had looked to be in one of the happiest she had ever been. Harry would be lying if he said he didn't worry about the girl with what Luna said last year, he had every right to be.
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Different | h.p
Fanfic"I'm different some how, or at least that's what everybody tells me." She says blandly. "Now remind me, when did I ask?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Lyra Lovegood doesn't know who she wants to be. Lyra Black fell in love with the boy who lived...
