The potato.
This is a story about a potato.
But not just any potato, THE POTATO.
The potato that would soon enough, be of grate importance to the plotline, and by grate I mean cheese grater.
Now, on with the story.
Also I do not own Harry Potter, J.K Rowling does.
One fine morning, the Dursleys were having tea.
This tea was in fact, not tea but blood.
Then a small child by the name of Hairy Pothead appeared on their doorstep.
This small child, or chili as the Huggles called them, would soon also be of great importance to the plotline.
Ten years later this small chili was enrolled in Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, when this was going to happen, Mister Dursley screamed "WITCHCRAFT! SACRIFICE THEM TO THE GREAT LORD OF ALL THINGS GRAVY!"
But it was impossible to sacrifice a Huggle-born chili to the great lord of all things gravy. Why? Because Hairy Pothead was the great lord of all things gravy.
So, after he had arrived to the school, met his friends, Hermoine Ginger and Ron Weasel, and after the sorting, Hairy, Hermoine, and Ron were all put in Griffinclaw, instead of Huffhuffpuff, Slytherdor, or Ravenpuff. Hairy Pothead started his first class, potions, with professor Drape.
Cliffhanger! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
The next chapter will be uploaded soon.
In a few minutes.
Byeeeeee.