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Chapter One: The Invitation
The sun shone high above Surrey on a warm summer's day. A tall think boy, with jet black hair and thin-rimmed glasses was staring out of the upstairs window of number four, Privet Drive. A beautiful snowy owl, with a piece of parchment tied to her leg, flew swiftly into the open window and landed on a perch inside the bedroom. He hooted gleefully as the boy removed the parchment form his leg. Before he could read it, he heard heavy footsteps, thudding up the stairs and shaking the whole house as they did so. "Harry!" boomed an unfriendly voice, coming from a large man with a moustache. "Yes uncle Vernon?" replied the boy quietly. Vernon Dursley burst open the bedroom door, his whole face turning pink with anger. "You've been writing to your friends again haven't you?" shouted Vernon, practically spitting the word 'friends' as though it was a disgusting swear word. Any ordinary uncle would be pleased that their orphaned nephew was making friends but Vernon Dursley was not any ordinary uncle and nor was Harry an ordinary boy. Harry Potter is a wizard, about to attend a sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had inherited such peculiar powers from his parents. The only remembrance of Lily and James Potter was the thin, lightening-shaped scar which lay on Harry's forehead, marking him of an unforgettable curse. A curse which killed his parents and many before him but could not destroy Harry. Lord Voldermort, the darkest wizard of all time, had fallen as Harry rebound the curse and had hid away for many years. "I-I'm sorry uncle Vernon," stuttered Harry, still shocked as his uncles sudden appearance. "Can you even imagine what the neighbours must think when the see an owl swooping into our house?" cried out Vernon Dursley, his chin wobbling. "But Arabella Figg would understand because she's one of.ours so she wouldn't-" Harry's defensive reply was cut short but Vernon clamping his hands over Harry's mouth. "Never mention one of your lot under this roof!" whispered Vernon, stepping back and allowing Harry to breathe. Despite his nephew being a wizard. Vernon Dursley refused to speak a word concerning Harry's powers. He, his wife Petunia and their over-weight child Dudley despised the thought of anything other than ordinary having anything to do with them. "Sorry," mumbled Harry. Vernon shook his head disapprovingly at Harry and then left Harry alone. Feeling excited, Harry reached for the piece of parchment tied to Hedwig, his owls, leg. Harry was hoping to have received a letter form one of his two best friends: Ron or Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Would you like to stay over at the burrow before we go back to school? Mum said you and Hermione could sleep over and get your school things with Mum. Send Hedwig back with your reply. Ron
Harry, in a frenzy of happiness, scribbled a reply on the back, accepting Ron's invitation. He poured Hedwig some water and decided to let her rest before another trip. Harry had agreed with his uncle's permission but he didn't think it was exactly the right time to question Uncle Vernon about staying with a wizarding family. Harry absolutely adored everything about Ron's house, the Burrow, and Ron's family. Ron's two twin brothers, Fed and George are pranksters and they pulled the best trick in their last year of Hogwarts before escaping. Mrs. Weasley wasn't at all pleased but she eventually got over it. Ginny, Ron's little sister, had an embarrassing crush on Harry when she first met him but in her fourth year, she had a few boyfriends. Thinking of this, Harry blushed at the thought of Cho Chang. He had liked Cho since his third year and even shared his first kiss with her in his fifth. Harry felt slightly confused about Cho and his feelings. Cho's boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, had died before Harry's very eyes during an attack which took place in The Triwizard Tournament. Without another thought, Harry pulled his trunk form under his untidy bed and began to pack his belongings.
Chapter One: The Invitation
The sun shone high above Surrey on a warm summer's day. A tall think boy, with jet black hair and thin-rimmed glasses was staring out of the upstairs window of number four, Privet Drive. A beautiful snowy owl, with a piece of parchment tied to her leg, flew swiftly into the open window and landed on a perch inside the bedroom. He hooted gleefully as the boy removed the parchment form his leg. Before he could read it, he heard heavy footsteps, thudding up the stairs and shaking the whole house as they did so. "Harry!" boomed an unfriendly voice, coming from a large man with a moustache. "Yes uncle Vernon?" replied the boy quietly. Vernon Dursley burst open the bedroom door, his whole face turning pink with anger. "You've been writing to your friends again haven't you?" shouted Vernon, practically spitting the word 'friends' as though it was a disgusting swear word. Any ordinary uncle would be pleased that their orphaned nephew was making friends but Vernon Dursley was not any ordinary uncle and nor was Harry an ordinary boy. Harry Potter is a wizard, about to attend a sixth year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry had inherited such peculiar powers from his parents. The only remembrance of Lily and James Potter was the thin, lightening-shaped scar which lay on Harry's forehead, marking him of an unforgettable curse. A curse which killed his parents and many before him but could not destroy Harry. Lord Voldermort, the darkest wizard of all time, had fallen as Harry rebound the curse and had hid away for many years. "I-I'm sorry uncle Vernon," stuttered Harry, still shocked as his uncles sudden appearance. "Can you even imagine what the neighbours must think when the see an owl swooping into our house?" cried out Vernon Dursley, his chin wobbling. "But Arabella Figg would understand because she's one of.ours so she wouldn't-" Harry's defensive reply was cut short but Vernon clamping his hands over Harry's mouth. "Never mention one of your lot under this roof!" whispered Vernon, stepping back and allowing Harry to breathe. Despite his nephew being a wizard. Vernon Dursley refused to speak a word concerning Harry's powers. He, his wife Petunia and their over-weight child Dudley despised the thought of anything other than ordinary having anything to do with them. "Sorry," mumbled Harry. Vernon shook his head disapprovingly at Harry and then left Harry alone. Feeling excited, Harry reached for the piece of parchment tied to Hedwig, his owls, leg. Harry was hoping to have received a letter form one of his two best friends: Ron or Hermione.
Dear Harry,
Would you like to stay over at the burrow before we go back to school? Mum said you and Hermione could sleep over and get your school things with Mum. Send Hedwig back with your reply. Ron
Harry, in a frenzy of happiness, scribbled a reply on the back, accepting Ron's invitation. He poured Hedwig some water and decided to let her rest before another trip. Harry had agreed with his uncle's permission but he didn't think it was exactly the right time to question Uncle Vernon about staying with a wizarding family. Harry absolutely adored everything about Ron's house, the Burrow, and Ron's family. Ron's two twin brothers, Fed and George are pranksters and they pulled the best trick in their last year of Hogwarts before escaping. Mrs. Weasley wasn't at all pleased but she eventually got over it. Ginny, Ron's little sister, had an embarrassing crush on Harry when she first met him but in her fourth year, she had a few boyfriends. Thinking of this, Harry blushed at the thought of Cho Chang. He had liked Cho since his third year and even shared his first kiss with her in his fifth. Harry felt slightly confused about Cho and his feelings. Cho's boyfriend, Cedric Diggory, had died before Harry's very eyes during an attack which took place in The Triwizard Tournament. Without another thought, Harry pulled his trunk form under his untidy bed and began to pack his belongings.