WHO WOULD EVER THOUGHT??
By, yours Truley.... ME!
Nothing in this story I own. Everything owns to J.K Rowling and maybe the WB.
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The day that boy, the boy that lived arrived on Vernon's and my doorstep, I was shock. My sisters's son. just lying there, peacefully asleep. That innocent little boy, with a lighnting bolt on his forehead, only meant one thing..... Voldemort. He looked so much liked his mother, but he had his dad's eyes and hair.
After the first year when Harry came to live with us, Vernon hated it. He didn't treat him like he did with Dudley. But I wanted him too. I wanted him to play those cute feeding games as he did with Dudley. but he didn't he didn't treat any of my type with respect. But of course he didn't know that he was my kind, he didn't know that I am Harry's kind.
After a couple of years had past, Harry now 5 was the very cute little boy, playing with the cars that Dudley didn't like. Always playing happily with the toys not knowing that, he was a legend in the other world. I always wished that Dudley was more like Harry. A boy that was always happy, trying to see good in bad sitiuations.
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ok, I stopped here, just Review to tell me if I should contiune. Please pretty please!
P.S. It is like a story of Mrs. Dursley's life when Harry was there. I know totally like that lady would never say that. But I like it so, nah.
~*Hermioninny*~
By, yours Truley.... ME!
Nothing in this story I own. Everything owns to J.K Rowling and maybe the WB.
_____________________________________________________________________
The day that boy, the boy that lived arrived on Vernon's and my doorstep, I was shock. My sisters's son. just lying there, peacefully asleep. That innocent little boy, with a lighnting bolt on his forehead, only meant one thing..... Voldemort. He looked so much liked his mother, but he had his dad's eyes and hair.
After the first year when Harry came to live with us, Vernon hated it. He didn't treat him like he did with Dudley. But I wanted him too. I wanted him to play those cute feeding games as he did with Dudley. but he didn't he didn't treat any of my type with respect. But of course he didn't know that he was my kind, he didn't know that I am Harry's kind.
After a couple of years had past, Harry now 5 was the very cute little boy, playing with the cars that Dudley didn't like. Always playing happily with the toys not knowing that, he was a legend in the other world. I always wished that Dudley was more like Harry. A boy that was always happy, trying to see good in bad sitiuations.
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ok, I stopped here, just Review to tell me if I should contiune. Please pretty please!
P.S. It is like a story of Mrs. Dursley's life when Harry was there. I know totally like that lady would never say that. But I like it so, nah.
~*Hermioninny*~