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CHAPTER ONE: SURVIVED

A long ways from ordinary, a boy with extraordinary magical powers was calmly asleep under his rather rough blue blanket. The boy's name was indeed Harry Potter, also known as the boy who lived. He was a young wizard. Harry woke up with his scar hurting as usual. He sat there rubbing his head for about a minute then flew his blanket off of him. He crouched down reaching under his bed for something in particular. He pulled out from under the floor boards, a book labeled, 'Quidditch Through the Ages'.

Harry was extremely fond of Quidditch. It being the most dangerous and fabulous game any witch or wizard could possible play. It was a game much like football and basketball, but played in the air on broomsticks. There were three kinds of balls, the bludgers, the quaffle and the golden snitch. All in all, there were six chasers, four beaters, one keeper and one seeker. Harry was the seeker for the Gryffindor team at Hogwarts. He simply loved Quidditch, it was his obsession. He flipped threw the pages looking at all of the moving people flying on their brooms. They were smiling and waving at him. Harry had the smallest room in the house. His clock read 2:59. He had a calendar on his wall, telling him that today he would be leaving to go live with the Weasley's until school started again. Ronald Weasley was his best friend and his second had to be Hermione Granger.

He had all of his birthday cards out on his dresser from Ron, Hermione and Hagrid. As usual Harry received nothing more than a penny for his birthday from his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. They had to be the worst relatives Harry had ever had, along with his bratty cousin Dudley.

Then again, Harry didn't really have a big family. His parents had died when he was a year old and was left to his only known relatives, the Dursley's. 'God I hate them' Harry thought. 'How did I ever come to belong to suchfamily members as these?'But, until a few years back, Harry hadn't known he had a godfather. He was the best friend Harry could ever ask for, and the best father-like person Harry had. Harry still couldn't believe, couldn't understand why his godfather had to die. He was the best friend he had ever had and he lost him, that night (that stupid night) Harry decided to go off and find the secret that would decipher whether it was Voldemort, or Harry that would die. If only Harry had not gone, Sirius would still be alive. He wouldn't have gone trying to save Harry's life and Harry could be talking to him right now. He missed him greatly and would never, ever let the one who killed him, get away.

Harry crept off of his bed so as to not wake the Dursley's and collected his cards from the table and shoved them into his bag. He took all of his goodies from under the floorboard and put them in his bag as well. He looked over at his snowy white owl named Hedwig. She was quietly resting her eyes. Harry had all of his bags and Hedwig's cage and Hedwig all packed up ready to leave. He lay down on his rather hard bed and closed his eyes.

He woke again at 7:00 because Aunt Petunia was screaming upstairs that the Weasley's would be there any minute. "Hurry up and get down here with your things" she yelled at the top of her lungs. Harry hurriedly got dressed and carried his bags and Hedwig downstairs by the door.

Harry went into the living room and sat on a small chair. Dudley was watching television and Aunt Petunia was in the kitchen making breakfast. Dudley had lost a bit of weight, but his uniform for Smeltings had only just fit him. 'Stupid lumpybrat. How can anyone be that ungrateful? Honestly, if I had a quarter of the things he did I'd be jumping for joy' Harry thought to himself again. Uncle Vernon sat in front of the television as well, but as usual was reading the newspaper. He liked to pretend he was doing something when he had company coming over. But for the Dursley's, this was not company they wanted to be involved with. They absolutely hated anything abnormal and in their eyes, Harry was as abnormal as it gets. "How are these people arriving this time? Hopefully not through the fireplace again" Uncle Vernon asked in a rude tone not even glancing over at Harry.

"Well, they said they had borrowed cars from their dad's work, so I guess they'll be arriving in a vehicle" Harry said actually questioning whether they would be driving normal cars. "What's the matter with them? They can't even afford to buy a car themselves? Pathetic" Uncle Vernon spat. Harry gave him a dirty look, which fortunately he didn't see. 'Oh, thats rich coming from that fat old lump. How can he even judge those who are clearly better people than him?' thought Harry to himself. Harry absolutely hated him. He couldn't wait for the sound of a car pulling up in the driveway telling him that he could leave this horrid place.

Harry sat there straining his ears waiting for a sound, any sound. He sat there listening to Uncle Vernon flip the pages of his newspaper. 'Ding dong'. Harry and Uncle Vernon jumped up. They hadn't even heard the car pull up. Harry had done it. He had survived the summer with the Dursley's…

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