Vivian Wolfe & The Philosopher's Stone
HEY EVERYONE!
I will use the J.K. Rowling books but I added a little spice into the mixture!
OKAY! hope you like and enjoy my idea!
BTW... I am not awesome or great oor a legend at wizard logic soooo I'm not J.K. Rowling and unfortunately not the creator of the Harry Potter series.
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew; harry Potter on the front step, and Vivian Wolf, a six year old girl, five years later.
But Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls.
Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, or a beach ball...well not a pink one at least.
Now the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the fair, playing a computer game with his father and being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that two other companions lived in the house, too.