In the little ordinary town of Little Whinning, Surry was an ordinary house that looked like any other and had the same features of every other house in the neighborhood. In fact the family that lived in Number 4 Private Drive was a seemingly innocent family hiding a not so normal secret.

This house was holding a young boy seemingly prisoner. He was locked up in his room on the second floor of the house in the other boys spare room. As a matter of fact other than the door being locked there was not a single hint of another being living in the house.

The boys name was Harry Potter. He had raven black hair that went down to his shoulders with green streaks running through his hair. Harry stood 5"9 inches and weighed only 130 pounds. He had a razor then lightning bolt scar that ran along his forehead. Harry himself was a thin boy but to be underwieght was just awful. He was never full and always hungry. So far...thought Harry, My summer sucks.Harry was standing by the window when his uncle screamed bloody murder from downstairs. what the hell happened? Harry thought to himself.

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU..YOU FREAKS!" shrieked his uncle Vernon. Harry sighed in anoyance. When was his uncle ever going to learn that you can't threaten a wizard

"I am so sorry sir. I-I'm really not sure how this happened." A softly gentle voice said melodically. "I was with my-"

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?" screamed Uncle Vernon in rage. The young man seemed ,t least to Harry from the silence, a little taken back by the fat muggles rage and hostility.

Another voice cut into the confusion down below and said warningly, "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and you dare threaten my freind and lover?" it hissed vehemently

"As in THE Aragorn?" said his cousin Duddly greedly " As in Aragorn Elendil?"

"Who else would I be?" The other voice said.

"Then that means...this is legolas greenleaf"