Disclaimer: The books are not mine, the characters are not mine, we all know that JK Rowling is the one who
brought Harry Potter to life and we thank her VERY much for it. So basically, its NOT mine LOL.
Authors Note: Hello everyone, this is my first Fan Fic, I do have one in the making and more ideas for future
writing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it, reviews of any sort are always welcome. I'd also like to thank
my friends (Justin, Mokina, Ezzy and anyone else I'm missing! ) for reading and re-reading my material, for all their
feedback and for being such great people, BIG HUGS!!
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Harry stripped his drenched shirt from his sticky body and tossed it into the corner of his room. He had never experienced such an intense wave of heat before. Harry was sure that if he had to endure another day like this one, he would go mad.
"Boy, get down here. I want a word with you." Came a hollow voice from below.
Harry sighed deeply. He really didn't have the energy to carry himself down the stairs.
"Come on you lazy brute, I don't have all day!"
Harry slowly made his way down and faced his Uncles puffy face.
"Yes Uncle Vernon?"
"Consider yourself lucky boy. Petunia and I were having a discussion." He brushed his mustache with his stubby fat fingers and glanced at Aunt Petunia's long face for support.
"Were going to the lake, its too hot here." She finished for him.
"Yeah okay, have fun, I'll be a good boy." Harry answered; ready to turn himself around and trot back to his room.
"Oh no you don't!" Vernon bellowed. "I don't trust you here in my home, alone, for that many days…. I can just imagine it, oh yes I can see it… all those crazy folks coming to my home, sitting on my furniture. Mrs. Figg will never be watching you again, she's one of your lot and with your behavior nobody wants to look after you!" Vernon puffed and took a deep breath as Aunt Petunia's hand rested on his shoulder.
Harry clenched his fist as Uncle Vernon's face turned a pitch red.
"So… you have to… come with us."
Harry's eyes widened with astonishment and a wide grin spread across his face. He was going to go camping; he was going to go camping for the very first time.
Dudley, who had been eavesdropping from the entrance to the room, fell to the floor in rage and tears.
"NOOOO PLEASE, YOU CANT, NOT HIM!"
The drive to the lake was long and painful. Dudley would repeatedly ask how far away from the lake they were and each time he wasn't pleased with the answer, Harry would get a sharp punch in the stomach or shoulder from Dudley. By the time they had arrived to the lake, Harry felt quite bruised from the constant beatings and was more then relieved to jump out of the cramped car and take in the fresh air. He couldn't wait to let his feet take him mindlessly to new places.
"Boy, your helping me set up the camp trailer, you're to help Petunia clean the trailer up. Set up your own tent a fair distance away from our trailer, but close enough so that I could keep an eye on you. Be back to your tent before Dudley gets back to the trailer…. And remember boy, no funny stuff!" Uncle Vernon barked.
Harry frowned, but he knew better than to argue. He would finish his work and then he would be free. He nodded and set to work as Dudley plugged a small TV to the electrical outlet near the trailer and plumped down on the hot dry grass.
It had taken Harry nearly four hours to complete his tasks. The sun was beginning to set as Harry finished eating his hotdog.
'Tomorrow will be a good day' Harry thought smiling to himself.
He quickly brushed his teeth, threw on his pajama pants and settled himself into the sleeping bag within his tent.