AN: Some people might say that I have only put this up here because I haven't updated Lost and I don't want Little Lily Granger to be mad at me. Well, those people are only somewhat right. I also thought it would be funny. Some might argue that this will slow down my updates of Lost. To those people I say, "How can you slow down an absolute standstill in production?" And no, I don't plan on going and periodically deleting chapters off Lost, so we're good.
Ps. I don't own Harry Potter. I do, however, own two pieces of paper saying that on the 21st, I will own two copies of book seven. WOOT!
Prologue
"We'll be there, Harry," said Ron.
"What?"
"At your aunt and uncle's house," said Ron. And then we'll go with you, wherever you're going."
-Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, p. 607, UK edition
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive were very unhappy. As if it wasn't bad enough that their abnormal nephew, Harry, had dared to show his face at their house after the incident with Professor Dumbledore the previous year, he had had the nerve to bring two of his freaky friends to number four and insisted that they were staying until his birthday. Needless to say, the Dursleys were not too keen on this idea, but after being informed that Harry's two friends were considered of age and therefore were legally allowed to do magic outside of school, they reluctantly agreed that they could stay until the end of July.
Very reluctantly.
Luckily for the Dursleys, the trio mostly kept out of their way. They could usually be found up in their nephew's room, talking in hushed voices, planning something. From what Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had heard, it sounded like they were planning some sort of overly-elaborate scavenger hunt. A very secret scavenger hunt.
All in all, the Dursleys were quite glad when the opportunity came for them to leave the house. Coming back to find out the three magically inclined young hooligans had blown up their house was a small price to pay for a few days away from the freaks. One of Mr. Dursley's co-workers had invited the family to come camping for the weekend. Under normal circumstances, Mr. and Mrs. Dursley would never have forced their son, Dudley, to go for a whole weekend without television, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
So on Friday evening, the Dursleys packed up their car and left, hoping that their house would still be their when they returned on Monday afternoon.
Suckers.
Yeah, it's short, but it's just to set up the story. I should have the first chapter up soon. Actual soon, not procrastinator soon. But don't quote me on that, I might end up working this summer. So guess what time it is!
If you guessed 'time to review', then you are correct!
Go on, you know you want to.
The button is right there.
It looks oh so inviting.
It's practically begging you to click it.
Ok, I'll stop now.