This is my first story so please people be nice. This is my first time using fanfiction so I'm still getting use to things. Any messages sent to me will have to wait when I get use to this website. With that being said I hope you guys enjoy.
"Blah"-talking
'Blah'-thinking
Privet Drive was a normal neighborhood with its fancy business cars and sophisticated people with proper clean homes. Anything out of place and the neighboring women will gossip and spread rumors faster than their perfect drying nail polish. One particular house, number 4, house the biggest, snobbish and rudest people of all Privet Drive. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley love everything normal; and anything abnormal was quick to be ignored and unwanted. The Dursleys, however, had a secret.
Ten year old Harry Potter has lived with the Dursley for ten miserable years. His parents died in a drunk car accident and he was placed with the only living relatives to take him in. Harry was the Dursley worse nightmare. Anything abnormal happening and Harry is quick to be blamed.
Harry has dreamed for a way to escape the hell that is the Dursley, but he never dreamed that it would actually happen.
That's it! I can't believe I wrote my first chapter. I'm quite proud of myself. Updates will probably be random but I hope not. I am in college so school work come first, we'll see.
Love,
Sybil Hudson