"Up! Up, up! Get up!" screeched Petunia Dursley as she rapped on her young nephew's cupboard door. "No time to waste! I don't want anything wrong on Duddykins' birthday!"
"All right! I'm up!" grumbled Harry Potter, an 11 year old boy. He remembered what Aunt Petunia said about Dudley's birthday, and cringed. I'm going to have to stay with that nutter , ! , He reflected about the last times he was forced to be imprisoned with her. She always gives him stale crackers and cold tea and converses with him about her cats!
His aunt broke him out of his reverie when she yelled, "Come along! I need you to watch the bacon!"
Harry stumbled out of his bed (If you could call it that) and burst through the doorway. As he staggered across the hall, he looked up and saw Vernon Dursley at the untarnished dining room table.
"Boy, you need a haircut" barked his Uncle, as he lurched into the kitchen.
Harry didn't reply. He got this remark every other day from his Uncle. He walked across the spotless tile floor towards the stove and turned the bacon. It sizzled at his touch, and it reminded him of his dream.
He heard crying, not knowing if it was himself or not. Everything was black. There was a flash of lime green light and he heard a high pitched maniac laugh, then he awoke to the sound of his Aunt's voice, as he did every morning.
Harry snapped back to reality and brought the bacon over to the kitchen table, and everyone relished the yummy breakfeast, except for Harry, whom only got 1 slice of bacon and nothing else but a glass of milk."Aunt Petunia, what time am I going to 's?" questioned Harry, rather bored and trying to make small talk.
Apparently, no one was in the mood, so Aunt Petunia replied as she made her way to join her husband in the lounge, "In about 20 minutes. Now hush, the news is on."
Harry strode towards his cupboard and changed into clothes and tried to tame his wild raven hair. Afterwards, Aunt Petunia called for him and told him to leave, because Dudley's friend, Piers Polkiss arrived. He travelled to the house where Mrs. Figg lived, and knocked on the door. Inside, there was with a person Harry had never seen before.
The man sat up, and ran his hand through the little hair he has, which is bright red. Suddenly, he declared, "My name is Arthur Weasley, and you must be Harry Potter!"