The story may seem to mirror the first book but as the story goes on it becomes more different from the book. So don't give up yet and read this. And if you read it please be sure to review.
Disclaimer: I don't own the character, JKR does.
Survived
You know how whispers pass across the oceans quickly but on this special occasion it passed exceptionally fast. The boy had survived; he had survived from he-who-must-not-be-named.
The Dursleys were a quiet family and they preferred to stay that way.
On Monday morning in the kitchen the ordinary sort of things were happening. Mrs Dursley was leaning over the cooker, cooking bacon. While Dudley Dursley was trying to jump out of his chair; jumping out of his chair was not possible for little Dudley because he was a "bit" over weight. Mr Dursley, who worked in a drill factory, was thinking of nothing but telling off others at work.
"I'm off, Petunia," said Mr Dursley picking up his briefcase and setting off to work.
Just as he was pulling out of the drive, he noticed a weird tabby cat sitting on the wall reading a sign. It was not possible for a cat to read was it? He thought to himself as he drove on.
Getting stuck in traffic was one thing but getting stuck in traffic with hooligans outside was another thing. Mr Dursley sat in the car banging the steering wheel in rage.
"Did you hear about Harry Potter?" asked a man with a squeaky voice. Mr Dursley's ears pricked up he had a bad thought very bad indeed. He had heard the name Harry before but just didn't know where he had heard it.
As he drove into his office the thought of the name Harry had somehow evaporated from his mind all he was once again thinking of was work. Owls swooped past the office windows in tens or fives at a time. Owls weren't usually seen, not even at night so seeing them now was very unusual. But some way or another Mr Dursley had an owl free day telling of five people getting a huge deal for drills and eating lunch. When the sun began to set Mr Dursley set off home.
Mr Dursley took the route he knew very well and turned into Privet Drive. That was when he saw the tabby cat sitting on the wall was still there as if waiting for someone or something. Mr Dursley opened the front door and stepped inside.
Dudley was still wake when Mr Dursley got home. He put Dudley into bed and went to talk to Mrs Dursley.
"Petunia I'm home," he shouted in a sort of sing song voice. Mrs Dursley came and sat next to Mr Dursley.
"Petunia dear I want to ask you something," Mr Dursley said in a voice he thought was kind.
"Go ahead dear ask away," she replied.
"You know your sister's lot do they have a son do you think?" Veron asked now eager to get an answer.
"Yes Veron yes I think so," answered Petunia.
"So what was his name dear?" asked Mr Dursley eagerly.
"I don't know something like Howard or Harry or something why are you asking dear?" replied petunia with a hint of concern in her voice.
"It's nothing dear it's just that today there were some hooligans in town and I thought it was something to do with your sister's lot you know," answered Veron.
"Oh know I don't think so dear I'm going to bed you coming dear?" replied Petunia and went of to bed without waiting for an answer.
On the news the most amazing things were going on.
"Owls have been seen swooping into town," read the news reader with not even a slight bit of excitement in his voice. Mr Dursley walked to bed and got in. As he lie beside Mrs Dursley not being able to sleep all the street lamps suddenly went out.
"Hello Professor McGonagall," said an elderly man in flowing robes and a silver beard.
"Hello Dumbledore. How did you know it was me?" replied a tabby cat now changing into a strict looking woman with thin lips.
"Your markings McGonagall," said Dumbledore in an almost mocking voice.
"So how is the boy getting here?" asked McGonagall.
"Hagrid is bringing him," replied Dumbledore casually.
"Hagrid I don't think you can trust him," said Professor McGonagall.
"Oh I'll trust him with my life and here he comes now," said Dumbledore casually pointing at a motor bike zooming towards them. Hagrid was a giant of a man. Four times taller than normal people and had dark shaggy hair.
"Hello Dumbledore, here he is a good little guy he is. He fell asleep as we were flying," said Hagrid holding out a baby wrapped in towels. Dumbledore picked up the baby and put a note amongst the folds of the towels and put the baby on the door step of number four privet drive.
"Good luck Harry Potter," Dumbledore whispered to the baby.