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The characters used in this are not mine, but those of J.K Rowling author
of Harry Potter, Warner Brothers and Bloomsbury *who hold copyrights*.
Characters which have not appeared in Harry Potter books are those people
who I have created .
So if I re-create something it will not be used against me *SO SUE ME* as
this is entirely fictional and not part of HP books.
CHAPTER ONE
It seemed like any other day at number four Privet Drive, the garden had just been freshly mowed and weeds eradicated. It was quite and no one seemed to stir, not even the owl, which perched in its cage hid its face underneath its wing to the world. A boy was sleeping on a bed, but this was no ordinary boy, this was Harry Potter 'the boy who lived'.
Harry was soon to be entering his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He didn't know if he really wanted to go back, having to face all those people and especially his friends. Early on before the summer holidays Harry had faced one of his most horrifying and hardest challenges yet. He once again faced Voldemort, but this time he was more powerful and had his Deatheaters this time behind him. During this time he lost his godfather, Sirius Black. This was the last straw for Harry as only three years ago did he find out that this man was his godfather, as Sirius had spent 12 years in Azkaban for the death of Lily and James Potter, from where he escaped. Although he did not committ this crime he was not cleared and had to hide from the ministry.
Letters lay on an old desk in one corner from various friends at Hogwarts, including those of his two best friends Ron and Hermione. These letters lay unanswered and the pile was slowly building up higher each day as they wrote in vain hoping someday they might receive an answer. Books cluttered the floor and parchments with unfinished essays lay strewn across the floor.
A loud knocking on the door made Harry stir.
"Get up Boy, get up, you can't expect to lie there all day do you? We have work for you" a voice shouted through the cat flap on his bedroom door.
This voice belonged to none other than his Uncle Vernon. Harry lived with his Aunt Petunia, his mothers sister, her husband Uncle Vernon and their son Dudley Dursley. They disliked Harry very much and even more so when they discovered that he was to attend Hogwarts. Aunt Petunia referred to these people as 'freaks', as this was what she had called her sister.
Harry slowly rose from his bed, picking up his glasses and headed down the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had already a long list of work for him to do before the day was out.
"We are heading out for the day, as Dudley Poo's received a special award for his boxing. I want this place spick and span for when we return, do you understand?" Aunt Petunia said to Harry in a manner as though he was a piece of dirt.
"Yes Aunt Petunia" was Harry's reply.
The three Dursley's left the house and left Harry completely alone, where he headed back to his room to find a tawny owl perched on the window sill of his room. He recognised it immediately as one of Hogwarts owls. He took the letters from the owl and it soared off. Leaving them lying on his desk, he returned to the tasks Aunt Petunia had left him.
CHAPTER ONE
It seemed like any other day at number four Privet Drive, the garden had just been freshly mowed and weeds eradicated. It was quite and no one seemed to stir, not even the owl, which perched in its cage hid its face underneath its wing to the world. A boy was sleeping on a bed, but this was no ordinary boy, this was Harry Potter 'the boy who lived'.
Harry was soon to be entering his 6th year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. He didn't know if he really wanted to go back, having to face all those people and especially his friends. Early on before the summer holidays Harry had faced one of his most horrifying and hardest challenges yet. He once again faced Voldemort, but this time he was more powerful and had his Deatheaters this time behind him. During this time he lost his godfather, Sirius Black. This was the last straw for Harry as only three years ago did he find out that this man was his godfather, as Sirius had spent 12 years in Azkaban for the death of Lily and James Potter, from where he escaped. Although he did not committ this crime he was not cleared and had to hide from the ministry.
Letters lay on an old desk in one corner from various friends at Hogwarts, including those of his two best friends Ron and Hermione. These letters lay unanswered and the pile was slowly building up higher each day as they wrote in vain hoping someday they might receive an answer. Books cluttered the floor and parchments with unfinished essays lay strewn across the floor.
A loud knocking on the door made Harry stir.
"Get up Boy, get up, you can't expect to lie there all day do you? We have work for you" a voice shouted through the cat flap on his bedroom door.
This voice belonged to none other than his Uncle Vernon. Harry lived with his Aunt Petunia, his mothers sister, her husband Uncle Vernon and their son Dudley Dursley. They disliked Harry very much and even more so when they discovered that he was to attend Hogwarts. Aunt Petunia referred to these people as 'freaks', as this was what she had called her sister.
Harry slowly rose from his bed, picking up his glasses and headed down the kitchen. Aunt Petunia had already a long list of work for him to do before the day was out.
"We are heading out for the day, as Dudley Poo's received a special award for his boxing. I want this place spick and span for when we return, do you understand?" Aunt Petunia said to Harry in a manner as though he was a piece of dirt.
"Yes Aunt Petunia" was Harry's reply.
The three Dursley's left the house and left Harry completely alone, where he headed back to his room to find a tawny owl perched on the window sill of his room. He recognised it immediately as one of Hogwarts owls. He took the letters from the owl and it soared off. Leaving them lying on his desk, he returned to the tasks Aunt Petunia had left him.