DUNE

DISCLAIMER – Harry Potter is, the property of J. K. Rowling (not me thank god!). Therefore I'm not responsible for anything I say!

NOTE – I am incredibly well read and enjoy books from all genres. However, upon reading Harry Potter I was extremely disappointed. With all the hype it received I expected something more. The characters were undeveloped, the plot weak and cookie cutter, the writing style was childish and uninspired, and in general I thought the books were enormously overrated. Now I'm not one to say that just because it's not "Great Expectations" its not a good book (well maybe I am…). For I thought Harry Potter was amusing and a nice, quick read. But what upsets me is that a nice, quick read is the best selling book in history! This fan fiction is not a fan fiction but detractor fiction, hopefully after reading this you will see the light.

Harry Potter was looking at himself in full Hogwarts attire in his wizgambozzieusmzapisraie mirror, when Snowy began to crow, then stopped suddenly.

"What's the matter Snowy, cat got your tongue." He said as he laughed at his own unfunny joke.

He glanced at his watchismgaz and realized that it was almost morning. "Dang", Harry thought, "I'm supposed to be at 9 and 3/4 by noon and I'm not even packed." He began to scramble around throwing things this way and that. Naturally, he came upon some current event that will eventually shape this story and create what little plot there is.

"Harry!" Cried an abnormally large blob of flesh, "Come down immediately!"

Harry flounced down the stairs in his Hogwarts robe, concealing his wand within. Just as he reached the bottom of the staircase his Uncle made a clumsy swipe at Harry. Harry, of course, foolishly tried to make a skillful dodge by jumping off of the stairs and over a glass coffee table. This didn't work.

The glass table shattered sending shards everywhere. All of the Durley's dived for cover behind a nearby sofa while Harry fled out the front door onto the street. By this time dawn was breaking and Harry began to walk toward his neighbor's house, which was a non-muggle. Harry, being a rash, hotheaded teenager, barged through his neighbor's door, grabbed some floo powder and rushed into the fireplace before the owner of this fireplace could stop him.

"Ron's house!" Harry yelled in his stuck up arrogant type of way.

There's the prologue to my Harry Potter story. Please review and let me know what you think. Also every chapter is going to have a seemingly random title, who ever can guess what the relationship between these headings and the Harry Potter books is will get a prize.

-Levenbreech Vor