Chapter 1-The begining
There he was, a small skinny boy, with untidy black hair, glasses, and green eyes. He was out in the scortching sun of July walking around the park by Mongolia Cresent. That day had been by far the hottest day of the summer, nobody was outside exept for him. He was out because he couldn't stand his uncle nagging him constantly about Hedwig and the other owls that delivered him his mail."Prosperetous!" he would say "Using those animals to deliver their mail." Or other things like "You better stop those things from coming into my house, what if one of the neighbors saw them coming in and going out. What would they say? Keep it under control or I'm going to have to lock it in the cupboard with the rest of your stuff!" Harry was just tired and needed a rest from all of it. So here he was walking and thinking about everything that had happened the year before, about Sirius, his godfather dying about Voldemort returning out into the open again, and about his best friends Ron Weasley and Herminoe Granger. They had written to him to tell him he would be joining them in three days. He couldn't wait until Friday when Mr. Weasley would come and pick him up.
It was getting late, so he decided he would return to the Dursley's house. He came to a halt outside Number Four. He noticed all the lights were turned off. He rang the doorbell, but nobody answered. He rang again and again but nothing, he wondered where the Dursley's had gone, they never left without telling him. "Oh well " he thought. He looked for open windows or if the back door was open but nothing; he waited and waited. Then around midnight when he couldn't wait anymore he got an idea. He would try to break a window or something. He went around Privet Drive looking for a rock that would be good enough for the job. He looked around for about 15 minutes, then when he was about to give up he found one big and pointy, it was just perfect, it was outside Number 12. He picked it up and carried it over to Number 4 it was when he got to the front window and was about to throw the rock when he heard a screech. He turned around immediatley and saw a barn owl come out of nowhere. He left a letter on the front step. He read the front of the envelope and it said:
TO: Mr. Harry J. Potter
Number 4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging, Surrey
it had a Ministry of Magic stamp on the front, he opened it and read:
Mr. Harry J. Potter
If you would please report to the Ministry of Magic
immediately enclosed is some floo powder please try
to get here as quickly as possible.
Sincerely,
Mafalda Hopirk
IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE