Trading Spaces
Introduction:
*Bang**Bang**Bang* Someone was jumping on the stairs. A thin 11-year-old awoke to dust falling on his head. The boy lived in a cupboard, particularly the cupboard under the stairs at Number 4 Privet Drive. Another 11-year-old boy lived here too. He was far bigger and enjoyed jumping on the stairs.
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"Harry, dear!" called Aunt Petunia from the kitchen. The jumping stopped and a large dark-haired boy with glasses ran towards the voice. Dudley cautiously watched these events from the peephole in his cupboard. Once Harry had passed and Dudley needn't fear being squashed, the latter crept out of his cupboard.
Dudley sat down at the kitchen table, right as his father Vernon came in. "Harry, m'boy, there's a letter for you here!" Vernon handed his nephew a fat looking letter embossed with gold lettering. I bet it's a letter from the school saying they won't accept his fat arse back next year! thought Dudley savagely. Sadly though, the letter was quite the opposite.
Harry happily opened the letter as he shoveled eggs into his mouth. In fact, as soon as he'd read the letter, egg started to dribble form his wide mouth. Dudley sat watching Harry, his own Stomach growling.
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2 months later, Harry sat in the Great Hall at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He was in a long line of first years, standing with some boys he'd met on the train. The leader, Draco, was thin with bleach-blonde hair, and the other two were large and dumb-looking, possibly even more than Harry. Professor McGonagall was calling names. "Parsons, Micheal." Micheal was sorted into Hufflepuff. "Potter, Harry." A murmur rose into the air. "The Harry Potter?" said many. Harry made his way to the three-legged stool, avoiding stares and wondering why people were whispering. McGonagall sat the ragged old hat on top of Harry's jet black hair. It contemplated for a moment before calling out, "Slytherin!"
Harry went to sit at the Slytherin table, jamming himself in next to his new friends. Draco quickly started up a conversation about owls, but Harry payed no attention. There was a lonely looking red-haired boy at the Gryffindor table. The boy had dirt on his face and hand-me-down robes. Disgusting, thought Harry and he quickly turned back to the Slytherins.