Harry was nearly 11 and his life was soon bound to change.
Harry potter had never once in his life truly fit in. Never had any friends, was never allowed to pursue his interests and it was all because of the overweight imbecile who was sitting on the couch. It seemed that 'duddydum's' main aspiration in life was to terrorise harry in every way possible. It was that morning that Harry had his very own Dudley free day at the zoo. This was mainly because Aunt Petunia found it better when he was not seen and definitely not heard, but to be truthful he really didn't mind. As he was walking around the zoo he couldn't help chuckle at the ridiculous sight of a gorilla that had a remarkable face like that of his uncle. He quickly checked around to make sure his supposed 'family' wasn't around and was absolutely relieved to see the area 'idiot free'. This caused another chuckle and Harry found himself doing something that was very rare in his dismal life. 'It's a strange feeling having fun' he thought. Slowly walking into the reptile world after carefully checking the area to be free of the evil Dursleys, he immediately was drawn to a large green python that was almost compelling him to draw closer. He crouched down and examined the beautiful specimen in front of him, 'Hello little sssnake' he whispered. He almost didn't notice the continuous sound of smashing behind him, looking behind him and wondering why the fleeing pompous arses were sprinting towards the exits. 'Meh'. Hearing a high pitched noise he couldn't help but turn around and now he understood. With wide eyes and an even bigger pulse he could see the last of the sliding doors retract and open the enclosure to the public. Harry didn't know what was scaring him more, the large python slithering in his direction or the fact that it was speaking English. Surprising himself he nodded and thought ' Yep definitely the giant fricken snake ' and with that thought he was off and away.
Harry was always glad when school was over but there was no escaping Dudley's gang. It was the gang leader in general that Harry really feared, so Harry spent most of his time at the old vandalised park down the street. Still it always didn't take long before the Harry Hunters turned up. He knew he couldn't run so he always just sat there with his shoulders slumped and his head down, trying his hardest to become invisible, wishing for another miracle, but not today. "Well look who it is, wonder what the punishment we've got in the bag today folks?" he barked to his cronies. 'I think a knuckle sandwich is on the menu today big D" said the hulking bag of fat called Malcolm. Harry knew he was done today when they closed in. Crawling into a ball and praying for no major injury, feeling the slaps and kicks as he kept the tears from running down his face. After the beating the swaggered away looking for some other weaker target. Harry could do nothing weep and wonder what type of coward he was, how antisocial and average he was. How he was insignificant, worthless and pathetic.
He cried himself to sleep that night. But that night he woke again hearing the screams and flashing lights that always plagued his dreams. Hearing the taping noise around his cupboard opening, crawling to the edge to creep a look and what he saw was truly amazing. A pure black owl carrying a beautiful coloured letter around its leg. He slowly crept towards it and snatched the letter away.
It read
MR H. Potter
The Cupboard under the stairs
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surry.