Somewhere in August, the wizardly world-wide famous Harry Potter, was sitting in his bedroom on the encounter of 4 Privet Drive. Harry lives with three Muggles which happen to be related to him. There's the beefy man with hardly any neck called Vernon who married a woman with double the amount of neck normal and gave in to a bony horse-like face to love. The two adults gave birth to a non-magical child, like themselves and chose the boring name Dudley to address him by. Petunia has a sister, not a Muggle though, in fact, she's anything but a Muggle. She is a Muggle-born witch who learnt her education from the school, Hogwarts, teaching young wizards and witches their appropriate education. Lily, Petunia's older sister, married a pure-blood wizard called James Potter and took the surname 'Potter' on her wedding day. Lily and James had a son, only two weeks old when his parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort. As we speak, Harry Potter is in his third year at Hogwarts. At eight-thirty in the morning, on a dull Wednesday, is when our story starts. Harry was sitting on his bed, staring at the photo of parents, happily dancing away somewhere in London. Harry forced himself out of his trance and put the photo down on his bedside table. He turned to his desk and flopped on his bed. A small mist of duck feathers came sprouting out of the pillow. Harry suddenly heard banging Pom his door. "Wake up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon, "You need to make our breakfast! We're starved!"
"Alright!" yelled Harry gruffly, pulling himself off of his bed. Harry waddled down the stairs and into the kitchen. He pulled the eggs from the fridge along with the bacon, two pans, flour, butter and a fork. When Harry had made breakfast and had placed it on the table, the Dursleys all dug in and breakfast had vanished within seconds. Harry gave off an astounded look as Uncle Vernon gave him the fat and slightly burnt ends of the bacon. Harry took them upstairs. When Harry had arrived upstairs, he handed Hedwig the fat and burnt ends and she gobbled them whole. "The Dursleys are acting really weird, today," said Harry to Hedwig, "don't you think so?" Hedwig nodded in answer. Harry opened the cage door and Hedwig instantly flew out, roaming around his room. Harry grinned as he watched her fly off and out of sight of the window, going to go hunt the day's meal. Once she had done so, Harry flopped on the bed, lost in boredom.
Later that evening, Hedwig had returned with two mice and five cockroaches, she flew back into her cage and began to nibble away at her founded food. Harry watched without any interest and just stared at the horrible scene of blood and guts. After a while of watching tearing flesh, he went downstairs to cook and (hopefully) eat supper. He went downstairs and to the kitchen. He began to cook supper and made sure that he made a separate plate for himself. He placed supper on the table and as the same as breakfast, the food vanished instantly. Harry took his plate of supper upstairs and sat on his bed, eating it very quickly as he was starving. When he had finished supper, he placed the plate at the door and slipped on his pyjamas.