𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕥 | 𝐎𝐜 [Harry Potter] ² ✔️

The Summer

It had been a summer away from Hogwarts, and I already wanted to go back. I had written to Harry, Hermione, and Ron, but Harry hasn't been responding. Hermione and Ron however had. I believe Harry hasn't been writing because of his family since Ron nor Hermione have heard from him either. We had been continuously writing to each other since the minute we got off the train.

Hagrid and Dumbledore have also written to me from time to time as well to check and see how I was doing.

I had a great summer. Po had managed to spend to convince Mom that she should to watch over me for half the summer to teach me how to play the violin (although she also snuck in a few guitar lessons knowing I wanted to learn), so I was able to spend most of my summer staying on the island beach. Bluebelle enjoyed herself the most. She appeared to like the heat more than the cold and stayed outside most of the time.

Mom even surprised me by taking Po and me with her to New York City for three days, where Po and I explored the entire city.

Unfortunately, after two months together, mom had to leave to visit the Ne Orleans and refused to bring me along. So for the rest of the summer, I spent my time at the Weasley's Burrow, as always. It was so much fun. Hermione had even come to visit for a few weeks when I arrived, so we could all hang out together.

I had spent so much time with the Weasleys over the years, that everything seemed ordinary. I would wake up at eight o'clock so I could get breakfast where Ginny usually told me about how Harry was in her dreams before it was all gone, and then I would help Mrs. Weasley clean up, and after that, I would hang out with Ron until Ginny or one of the twins pulled me away.

Once Mr. Weasley got home, I would be asked a series of questions about muggle life (Since I was mostly raised by a muggle household standard). Then I would have some alone time in my room to read or write to Hermione and Harry, who still hasn't responded much to all of our annoyance, before having dinner and hanging out with the entire family before we fell asleep.

So it came to a shock to me, when I woke up this morning and walked downstairs to see Harry Potter, sitting in my seat at the table. "Harry?!?"

Harry turns to look at me with my messy bun that has almost come undone in my sleep, glasses, and pajamas with a smile. "Ella!"

"Harry? Happy Birthday."

He gets out of his seat and tackles me in a hug, "It is so great to see you. When did you wear glasses?"

I roll my eyes, this summer when I went to the doctor, he told me that I needed glasses. I hate them. Naturally, I am getting someone else's opinion.

"Don't worry, I won't be bringing them to school," Harry nods with a smile that immediately wipes off his face when I hit him, "You never answered my letters."

Harry frowns, "They were stolen by a house elf named Dobby."

"Likely story," I smirk, knowing that with Harry it is probably true, I turn to see Mrs. Weasley coming in with my favorite, boomberry muffins. I smile before taking a set next to Fred and grabbing a muffin from the bowl. "Morning, Ella, dear."