Changed a few things, if your new to the story welcome! I hope you enjoy.


Two soft hazel eyes drowsily opened and stared uncomprehendingly at the ceiling a frown flicked into place on the girls face .
Bits of dust fell on her face as heavy stomping feet collided with the stairs
She sighed and sat up and leaned her hand on her fist and stared at the door patiently.

"Are you up girl?" Growled a man.

'Yes uncle Vernon."

And thus began the worst and best day of young Holly Euphemia Potter.

To most who looked at Holly would stop and eye her contemplatively , wondering just why the girls relatives insisted she was a delinquent.

Holly was slender for her age with pale skin and bright hazel eyes that sparkled with life and framed by thick dark lashes.
Wild locks of fiery red hair stuck up a bit on the wild side, faint freckles crossed her cheeks and part of the bridge of her nose, a curiously shaped scar rested above her left brow, and finally were the broken and crooked glasses.
All in all Holly was a pretty child who, to the members of Privet drive number 4 was a freak.

And thus we end with this, The Dursleys were normal thank you very much.