A dull and dismal day, you could find Harry Potter inside his room in the top story of his relatives' house on #4 Privet Drive, reading a textbook that was assigned for him to read for school over the summer, just like a normal child. Although, that's where the story takes a sudden twist: As many people know, Harry Potter is not an ordinary child-he is the boy who lived. Anyway, he was sitting by his desk, writing yet another essay for Professor Binns' class when a piercing scream floated up the stairs, down the hallway, and straight through his door. "HARRY!!!! GET DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!!!!" He recognized the woman's voice as his Aunt Petunia, one of the three foulest muggles that lived downstairs. Pity that he was related to all three-his cousin, Dudley, his Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon. He set his ink-loaded quill in the middle of the parchment and went downstairs. The feeling of dread washed over him. "Yes, Aunt Petunia?" he said. "Wash those dishes! Immediately! And don't forget to use the blue soap!" His aunt barked. "Yes, Aunt Petunia," He replied glumly, starting the water. As he started to scrub the pots and pans, Dudley and Uncle Vernon walked into the kitchen. "Fine day, isn't it, dear?" Uncle Vernon said sweetly to his wife, before kissing her on the cheek. "Oh yes, darling. Absolutely wonderful!" Aunt Petunia replied, changing her attitude completely than when she had spoken to Harry. "Oh, this is one of the best days I'm ever going to have!" Uncle Vernon said happily. "What's going on?" Harry asked innocently. "You mean he doesn't know, mummy?" Dudley chuckled. "Know what?" Harry asked. "Why, we're moving, of course!" Uncle Vernon laughed. "We've only been talking about it for a whole week!" Yeah, Harry thought, like I listen to anything you guys say. "Well, where are we moving to?" Harry questioned "You're not moving anywhere. We are moving to London." "Where am I supposed to go?" Harry asked, quite shocked at this new concept. "To the orphanage, of course! You're not going to be our problem anymore! Find someone else to take care of you!" Uncle Vernon replied. "Well, what if I don't want to go to the orphanage? What if I want to go somewhere else?" "Not our problem, like I said. The movers are coming at noon. If you want to go somewhere else, I suggest you find someone to take you in soon. But then again, who would ever want a child like you?" Uncle Vernon said as Harry turned off the water, finishing the dishes. "C'mon Petunia, Dudley. Let's go finish packing. They'll be here in an hour." Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia and Dudley all walked out of the room, leaving Harry alone to think about this great ordeal that had been dropped in his lap. "Oh, man," Harry said to himself. "What am I supposed to do now?"