Chapter One: A Bad Friday
On number 4 Privit Drive, a tired and skinny boy was walking up the drive and into the front door. This you boys name was Harry Potter. He was seven years old, rather small for his age and had black, mess hair, electric greens and a particular scar on his forehead.
Harry wasn't walking into the house of his parents; however, he was walking into the house of his aunt and uncle, Vernon and Petunia Dursley. His own parents had died in what he thought was a car crash when he was a baby, leaving him with his Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin. Little did he know that he was the wizarding worlds savior, how stopped a Dark Lord at the small age of one, but that's a different story for a different time.
At the moment however, Harry felt like he wouldn't be saving anyone anytime soon. All day he had felt terrible. He felt as if someone had stuck him in a sauna, making him far too warm. Not only that but his throat was extremely scratchy, and he felt tired and achy all over.
'Thank goodness its Friday,' thought the young Potter, 'Maybe I'll get over this cold by Monday.'
No sooner had he entered the door, however, did a horse-faced, ugly woman with an apron on come bustling into the hall.
"FINALLY!" Aunt Petunia screeched, "Where have you been! Go and start up a snack for Dudders! He is still under the weather."
"Yes, Aunt Petunia," said Harry softly. Dudley, Harry's cousin, had come down with a cold a week ago and was completely fine now, but of course Dudley had to milk it for all it was worth.
Hurrying up the steps with the soup, Harry could hear the sound of a TV on and the sounds of a fake battle. Dudley was playing his new video games.
Harry came into the room seeing the same sight he had seen for the past week. Dudley was sitting in his large computer chair playing a game on his new gaming station.
There was a reason the chair had to be large. Dudley was easily four Harry's. He was by far the biggest boy in his and Harry's class. When he came in Dudley turned briefly from his game.
"Oh its you. Just put that there and get out, I'm busy."
After placing the soup on an unread pile of books, Harry departed to get dinner ready for the rest of the family. As he cooked the food, he started to feel worse. The smell of the meat sauce for the spaghetti was making him nauseous and it took all his will power not to throw it out. He knew if he did he would have to face his uncle's anger, something he tried very hard to avoid.
His uncle, Vernon, was a large, beefy man, with no neck. He was as round as he was tall and had a nasty temper when it came to Harry, and because of that fact, Harry tried his best to avoid him at all cost.
Soon, the food was done, and Harry left it to cool on the counter. Knowing that he wouldn't be invited to eat anyways, he decided to go ahead and retire to his cupboard, where he slept.
When he got there, he changed into Dudley's old PJ'S, and tried to fall into a blissful sleep.