p style="text-align: left;"Authors Note: I don't know how to properly use this site. First, really short fanfiction. Yeah, it's not that good. I mean, it's alright but it could be better. It's okie dokie though. How does this site work. I'll figure it out. Somehow, I suppose./p
p style="text-align: center;"IN WHICH STRANGERS BRING UNNECESSARY TROUBLES TO ONE HARRY POTTER/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Ten year old Harry liked to consider himself a fairly normal child. Maybe not the happiest but he was not, by far, a special or exceptional person of emany sort/em. So, he wondered why people randomly walked up to him in the streets and started thanking him profusely for something he hasem supposedly/em done. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Harry sighed, it wasn't as if dwelling on these things would help his current predicament. Trapped in the cupboards without food for another few days because another stranger had angered his uncle who's face had grown unusually plum after the stranger had seemingly pulled flowers out of thin air. It was really rather hilarious at the time, though./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The child wished those strangers would stop landing him in the cupboard for weeks on end, but they didn't know about his torturous home so it wasn't really their fault. Harry wished they had a bit more common sense though. More than a few of them thought cars were aem living/em thing. However, there was no use dwelling on it. After all, he had breakfast to cook and a driveway to clean. Hopefully, next year would be better, but Harry didn't count on it. After all, it's not like he was emmagic/em, right?/span/p
p style="text-align: center;"IN WHICH STRANGERS BRING UNNECESSARY TROUBLES TO ONE HARRY POTTER/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Ten year old Harry liked to consider himself a fairly normal child. Maybe not the happiest but he was not, by far, a special or exceptional person of emany sort/em. So, he wondered why people randomly walked up to him in the streets and started thanking him profusely for something he hasem supposedly/em done. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" /p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;" Harry sighed, it wasn't as if dwelling on these things would help his current predicament. Trapped in the cupboards without food for another few days because another stranger had angered his uncle who's face had grown unusually plum after the stranger had seemingly pulled flowers out of thin air. It was really rather hilarious at the time, though./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 14.666666666666666px; font-family: Arial; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The child wished those strangers would stop landing him in the cupboard for weeks on end, but they didn't know about his torturous home so it wasn't really their fault. Harry wished they had a bit more common sense though. More than a few of them thought cars were aem living/em thing. However, there was no use dwelling on it. After all, he had breakfast to cook and a driveway to clean. Hopefully, next year would be better, but Harry didn't count on it. After all, it's not like he was emmagic/em, right?/span/p