Sat in the garden of 4 Privet Drive, there was a boy, about 10 years old.
You're probably thinking, 'What's so strange about that? Kids often go in their gardens.' Well, what if I were to tell you it was the middle of winter? What if I were to tell you that this waif of a child had a strange glint in his eye, something cold. Unfeeling. Would you be worried then?
He stands, head tilted to one side. He hears the screeches of his Aunt ("Come make dinner, boy!") and walks towards the door. Once inside, he begins to prepare a meal, one so large in quality it could feed a family of 6. You notice how, when he lifts the knife to cut some onions, light floods into his eyes. If only for a second, he feels something. Maybe it is an answer to a question?
This boy's name is Harry Potter.
He has decided what he wants.
And he is willing to do anything to get it.
- Hello everyone! This is a prologue sort of thing to a story, so if you want me to keep writing it please let me know.
By the time I post this, I will probably have written a few more chapters ready to post. This is because there is a 12 hour waiting period after signing up until you can post. It is currently 10:45pm, and I have to wait until like 4:30am, so I plan to write until then.
Sleep is for the weak.
But yeah, I'll round this up for now. People often skip authors notes anyway...
Catch you later! Bubbles xxx
Edit: Due to... Unforseen circumstances... It is the next day. I'm posting this now, and I'll post the first proper chapter later.