Hello again! I don't want to write this story but I am sad to say that under the gloomy weather conditions I am forced to. There is also of course, the small matter of my employer swearing and brandishing a gun at me. I hope to keep you away from this misery to save you lying awake at night for weeks, remembering how boring this story was. Oh yes, this is a sequel to Harry Potter And His Adventure In His Own Street.

Harry Potter And How He Explored His House

After Harry had stepped inside his house, he walked up to the sofa and introduced himself. He went on for hours until his Aunt switched off the 'on' switch and his light extinguished.

He followed his Aunt to the kitchen, and, when he was in it, he simply couldn't get out again so his Uncle lifted up the carpet before he realised that lifting up a carpet wouldn't in any case help Harry, who was stuck under the floor.

Uncle Vernon dug Harry up from under the floor and then turned away to his coffee again. Harry explored the kitchen and tapped the walls to see if they weren't fake. They weren't.

He continued up the stairs but he couldn't really have continued because he hadn't been there in the first place so in reality I should say: he walked out of the kitchen and went up the stairs.

Once he was upstairs, he walked into a random's room. That was weird because there was no Random living in this house as far as I can tell. He walked into Dudley's room and found a playstation and all sorts of hi – tech machinery.

He then came up with the bright idea that these were stolen objects and he phoned the police.

" Yes, hello, is this the police?" asked Harry.

" Yes it is. Who are you?" came the reply.

" The customer," said Harry. At that moment Dudley burst into the room without bothering to open the door and had a headache. He then repeated this feat but his feet weren't about to repeat anything (too busy cleaning themselves I expect).

" What are you doing?" he asked. That was stupid because he could see what Harry was doing. Phoning the police. Dudley wrenched the phone out of his hands before realising that he had to wrench the phone out of Harry's hands, not his own.

" Sorry, wrong number," he said, and then said it again, but this time speaking towards the phone and not empty space, and hung up. Harry left the room and plonked to his own bedroom, surveying the empty space.

After he had come back from space to Earth he walked over to the window . . . without stopping. He fell onto the grass in the back garden and stood up, thinking what to do next, before he stumbled onto the grass.

He didn't have to stand up because saying someone stumbled onto some grass is not saying he fell over onto the grass. He carried on walking looking dazed, and bashed into the fence.

AN: Hello! I hope you disliked it and now would like to go away and be in peace, feeling so bored you can scarcely shut down the computer. Oh yes, before you do that, please review to make my life ever so miserable. Thank you.

PS: PUR – LEASE COME AND READ MY OTHER HARRY POTTER STORY. IT'S CALLED MALFOY'S SECRET AND IT IS A SENSIBLE STORY. IT IS THE STORY THAT I WAS HOPING TO GET THE BEST REVIEWS WITH AND EVERYTHING BUT I GOT NONE! PLEASE REVIEW THAT TOO!