This chapter has pretty much nothing to do with the story, so I'll have the next one up in a few hours.
Matty Jackson and the Magic People's Rock
By George and Fred Weasley
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Has Absolutely Nothing to do With This Story
Once upon a time, in a place called Godric's Hollow, there was a small boy born into the world by the name of Harry Potter. He was the son of Lily and James Potter and was one of the greatest wizards of his time. He brought the Dark Lord to his knees when he was only an infant, while his parents were killed by a mere wave of his wand. Harry was untouched except for the thin, bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. While Harry's fame spread throughout the world, the boy knew nothing of it- as he was sent to live with his cruel aunt and uncle for eleven years.
Harry had messy black hair, knobby knees, long legs, and an often broken pair of glasses. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon often thought no better of him than the common garden fly, and his cousin Dudley often swatted him like one. His entire wizard heritage- kept a secret from him. His aunt and uncle had always told him that he had fallen victim to a car crash, and had been the only survivor. And Harry lived under the stairs for eleven painful years.
But soon Harry would encounter the truth. He would go on to do great things, such as retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone, discover the hidden Chamber of Secrets, rescue his godfather from the Dementors, emerge victorious from the Triwizard Cup Challenge, and possesses great abilities to play Qudditch. Even the greatest wizards revered Harry Potter. Harry was honored enough to have his own little trading card inside a Chocolate Frog's wrapper.
But, due to a ripple in the fabric of space-time continuum, Harry Potter, consequently, has absolutely no relevance in this story.
Matty Jackson and the Magic People's Rock
By George and Fred Weasley
Chapter 1- The Boy Who Has Absolutely Nothing to do With This Story
Once upon a time, in a place called Godric's Hollow, there was a small boy born into the world by the name of Harry Potter. He was the son of Lily and James Potter and was one of the greatest wizards of his time. He brought the Dark Lord to his knees when he was only an infant, while his parents were killed by a mere wave of his wand. Harry was untouched except for the thin, bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. While Harry's fame spread throughout the world, the boy knew nothing of it- as he was sent to live with his cruel aunt and uncle for eleven years.
Harry had messy black hair, knobby knees, long legs, and an often broken pair of glasses. His Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon often thought no better of him than the common garden fly, and his cousin Dudley often swatted him like one. His entire wizard heritage- kept a secret from him. His aunt and uncle had always told him that he had fallen victim to a car crash, and had been the only survivor. And Harry lived under the stairs for eleven painful years.
But soon Harry would encounter the truth. He would go on to do great things, such as retrieve the Sorcerer's Stone, discover the hidden Chamber of Secrets, rescue his godfather from the Dementors, emerge victorious from the Triwizard Cup Challenge, and possesses great abilities to play Qudditch. Even the greatest wizards revered Harry Potter. Harry was honored enough to have his own little trading card inside a Chocolate Frog's wrapper.
But, due to a ripple in the fabric of space-time continuum, Harry Potter, consequently, has absolutely no relevance in this story.