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My Perfect Day

Harry's eyes were set firmly on his teacher as he tried desperately to ignore the faces his cousin was making at him. Dudley was always trying to annoy Harry, that or get him in trouble for something he did't do, and unfortunately he was pretty good at it. Harry really liked his new teacher, Mrs. Kline, she did't always believe Dudley's lies about him.

"Okay kiddo's,' The ginger haired, year three teacher began. "Today we are going to write a narrative essay." Groans of annoyance scattered across the room at the announcment. Mrs. Kline simply chuckled, then saying, "I'm sure once you get stared you will enjoy it. The topic is, "My Perfect Day". You will be writing about what you would consider your perfect day. So let's get out those writers notebooks and get started. Remember I want well developed introduction and conclusion."

Harry pulled out his open notebook as instructed and opened it to the next blank page. Putting pencil to paper he began to write.

My Perfect Day

By: Harry James Potter

My perfect day would be if my parents were still alive. My mum would wake me up with a hug and ask me what I wanted for breakfast. My dad would remind me that I had football practice that afternoon, wish me good luck on my math test and tell me he loved me before going off to work. My mum would take me to school and even walk me to my class. She would talk to the other mums for a few minuets before giving me a hug and telling me to have a good day. After school she would pick me up and even bring me a snack knowing how hungry I am after school.

On the drive home we would talk about my day and I would tell her that I thought I did really well on my math test. Once home she would help me with my homework and then I would get changed for practice. When my dad arrived home, he would change out of his work clothes and we would all go to practice together. My dad would watch me do my best and cheer me on when I made a wicked move.

When practice was over we would go home and mum would make me my favorite dinner, grilled cheese! Then, after dinner, we would play a board game or maybe watch the telly until my bed time. My parents would tuck me in. My mum would tell me she loved me and my dad would say that he was proud of me. I would go to sleep happy, knowing I was a very lucky boy to have two wonderful parents that loved me so very much.

The End

At the end of the day Mrs. Kline told the class to leave their notebooks on top of their desks and promised to grade them that evening. When Harry returned to school the next day he found his note book still on his desk open to the last page he had written on. At the top of the page in red pen was a large A+ as well as a note, "This sounds like a wonderful day, Harry. Very well written, you did a fantastic job! With a huge grin Harry closed his notebook and slipped it back into his desk.

Harry knew his perfect day would never be a reality, at least not with his own parents but one day when he had his own family, he would make sure to have that perfect day, every day.

A/N: A little something I thought of while working in a third grade classroom.