harry potter // tuesday and marcel;

[elizabethhher]

harry james potter

harry heard his uncle vernon walk around the house, talking loudly as he was getting ready for work. harry assumed that dudley was in the kitchen, eating all of the food that he could shovel into his mouth. sighing, harry waited until uncle vernon took dudley to his fancy posh school so he could escape out of his room. he knew that his aunt petunia would more than likely yell at him, but she wouldn't do anything, as she'd be too scared to come near him. waiting until the other two males left, harry searched around his room for some pen and paper. after searching for some time, he found an old balled up piece of paper and a pen that was almost out of ink. in his scraggly hand-writing, harry scribbled on the paper 'hi hermione, how are you doing? -harry' he then opened up hedwig's cage and gave her the paper to hold. she took it gracefully, then sat on harry's arm, waiting until he let her out. his horrible uncle and cousin had left already, so he was able to creep out of his cramped room and to the front door, unnoticed to his aunt petunia. quickly, he threw open the front door, which hedwig flew out of in an instant. his aunt petunia heard him open the door and started to run over to where he was. harry, who didn't feel like being yelled at this day, ran back into his cramped little room and laid down on his bed, hoping that school could start sooner so that he would be back into the wizarding world instead of this one.

[toast,]

hermione jean granger

Hermione sat up in her clean white bed and brought her knees to her chest. She couldn't stop thinking about Voldemort and Harry. oh Harry. He was clumsy, but very intelligent. Harry was the boy who lived, wasn't he? But he couldn't live forever. Hermione let out a puff of air and her bottom lip stretched out. She heard creaking up her old, wooden stairs and perked up. Her mom swung open the door. "Hermione, you look terrible," Her mother whined. Her mom liked everything to be clean and neat. So did Hermione, but she was still sitting in her unmade bed, and had been that way all morning. When she realized it was just her mom, she relaxed her back and shoulders, rolling her eyes at her mothers comment. "Oh, thanks mom," Hermione wiped under her wet eyes, and swung her legs over her bed without making a sound. As she stood, the crumpled sheets moved made sounds as if it were paper. Her mom smiled and tucked a strand of dry hair behind Hermione's ear. She folded her lips as her mothers soft touch left her nerves, and she grew tired again. "Well, I was just saying I'm off to work," Her mother glanced at her watch, then at the door. "You'll be home alone for a while, alright?" Hermione nodded, but she was already walking out the door, making clinking sounds with her red heels at each step. Hermione walked towards the bathroom, but then she heard something. It were as if pebbles here being thrown at her door. She turned around, making more strands of hair escape her messy bun. It was Hedwig. She walked slowly over to the snowy white bird as it landed on the head of her bed, the feathers wet with beads of water. Hermione ripped the note from is beak and read it silently, mouthing the words. She smiled. It was Harry. He was thinking of her too. She grabbed a black, inky pen and wrote below it::
I'm alright, thinking about he who shall not be named-
She scribbled that part out. No, she can't mention him to Harry. She started over.
I'm alright, just thinking about you and Ron. Are you alright? She took a deep breath, and stuffed the letter in Hedwig's beak, sending him off the Harry's room.