Harry Potter Fanfic 1
Four Privet Drive looks like all the other homes on the street, but it is very different.
Inside, upstairs a boy named Harry Potter is crying like the baby he is. The boy is also different because he is a wizard. He lives with his uncle, aunt and cousin. Their names are Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley Dursley. The Dursleys have never been fond of Harry. This situation is this way because Harry's parents were killed by a dark wizard. His name is a name most other wizards fear to speak; Lord Voldemort .
Just the year before Harry had come face to face with Voldemort for the fifth time and survived. This was saying a lot about Harry because there weren't many who faced Voldemort and lived to tell you about it. And Harry was just so sad now because he knew that it was all his fault that Sirius died. Sirius was Harry's godfather, his dad's best friend and an escaped prisoner from Azkaban. So all summer long Harry had locked himself away up in his bedroom mourning the death of his long gone friend.
Harry received much comfort from friends but he only yelled at them. His friend Ron had sent a letter and Harry didn't send him a reply but tore up the letter. Later when Ron tried calling Harry hung up and he got the idea and tried to contact Harry no more. Hermione had not even tried to call or write Harry which made him even angrier. Subconsciously he thought that maybe it was good because he didn't feel like talking but he just got even more infuriated. Dudley had been provoking Harry to commit suicide and he had been so close so many times. Somehow though Harry managed to get by day by day.