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First Chapter (Sort of)

When Halyn Potter woke up this morning, she didn't feel normal. Most mornings she opened her eyes and immediately felt a sense of dread, waiting for the harsh sound of Petunia's high voice yelling at her to 'get up and make breakfast for my preciouses Dudikins', but this morning she woke up to that feeling of tense, nervous excitement. She usually experienced this during the climax of a particularly good story. As much as she would have liked to lie on her floor, (the Dursley's had long ago decided that a bed was much too good for a freak like her), and contemplate this feeling, Halyn could hear Petunias' footsteps coming down the stairs. If she didn't hurry, Petunia's shrill voice would wake Vernon, and Vernon did not like mornings. An unhappy Vernon meant no food for a week. Reluctantly, Halyn slid off the warm lump of clothes she used as a mattress and threw on something she picked from the pile without looking. She sniffed it. It seemed okay. Right before Petunia rapped on the door, Halyn pushed it open, hair tangled, clothes inside out and completely (not) ready for the day.

Hey Guys! (And Girls), just wanted to see if you like the story to see if I should continue. Please tell me your opinion. Flames will be used to fuel my ideas.