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HARRY POTTER AND THE TWISTED SUMMER

Prologue


It was 2:00 in the afternoon on a very windswept summer day. Most kids came home from the school year by now. All of them couldn't wait till the summer holidays, except for Harry Potter. Vivid Green Eyes under untidy black hair and a very noticeable lightning bolt scar. He was just getting home from the park when he heard talking and laughter in the kitchen. Uncle Vernon was not supposed to be home till later, I thought? Harry Thought.

"Dudders, Come into the kitchen and meet the new neighbors!" Aunt Petunia's voice carried through the house. "Aunt Petunia, It is only Harry. Dudley was at the park with his 'friends'." This was partly true. He had left the park to go home because of them. Dudley was the leader of a neighborhood gang. "He will probably be home in a couple of hours." He added. "Well come in to meet the nice new neighbors...Try not to embarrass us, and hold your tongue."

She added with a hiss so only he could hear when entering. "This is Mrs. McGonagoll. Her husband should be coming by in about 10 minutes." Harry did not hear her last words because of himself staring open-mouthed at his Transfiguration Teacher. It took him a minute to see she was in a muggle dress. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Potter. I can hope that you can help my husband and myself get used to Little Whinging....."

She was saying while staring at him with her usual piercing stare that the students were used to when they are in detention with Professor McGonagoll, She was indicating for him to play along. He shuddered. Aunt Petunia nudged him. "What was that for?" She asked. Harry Came up with a excuse that he usually comes up with that he usually saves for the Hogwarts Staff. "Well, her stare reminds me of one of my favorite teachers at my school."

'Minerva' Smiled at him praisingly for his fast excuse and the excuse itself. Minerva and Petunia talked for an hour till there was a 'Knock', 'Knock' at the door. Now who could that be? Harry Thought wonderingly. Minerva said "Harry, could you please answer that? I believe that is my husband."

Harry stood up from the kitchen table thinking nothing could be as weird as his Transfiguration Teacher showing up at his house. Boy was he wrong. When he opened the door and looked at who was at his door, he was repeating in his head This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me. This is not happening to me.

Minerva McGonagoll stood behind him and put her hand on his shoulder. "This is my husband, Albus McGonagoll." Albus Dumbledore was on his front porch.

Please R/R for me. This is my first Fanfiction.