Disclaimer: Anything you recognize is J.K Rowlings.
Introduction
Privet Drive was a perfectly normal street. It had identical, normal houses all the way down the street. That is, except for number 4. From the outside, it looked completely normal. Four people lived there, but you would probably only think there was three. Vernon, Petunia, and Dudley Dursley tried to be as normal as possible, but they could not be normal, because of Harry Potter, Dudley's Cousin.
Harry's parents were killed in a car crash, and Uncle Vernon said they were drunk. He also said that his dad was unemployed. Harry didn't believe this, mostly because he only remembered a lot of green light, and someone laughing. Harry didn't see how a car crash had anything to do with green light, or why his parents would be laughing while their car crashed.
One thing Harry never seemed to understand was why the Dursleys hated him so much. Harry was always as nice as he possibly could, but his Aunt and Uncle always would beat him and call him a freak, and he had no idea why. Harry thought that he sometimes did things that he had no idea how to explain. Once, he was being chased by Dudley and his cronies when he suddenly appeared on the roof of the nearest house. Dudley, of course, told Aunt Petunia, who stopped Harry's meals for a week.
Harry also had to do all the chores in the house, and barely got food. Harry was very thin as a result of this, and Dudley, who usually got Harry's food, was on his way to being as wide as he was tall, and required 2 chairs to sit on (Of course, one of them being Harry's chair).
Harry also had to make all of the meals, and if he was careful not to be caught, he could usually eat food from the kitchen when the Dursleys were not looking. Harry sometimes made more food than was needed for the Dursley's, and ate some in the kitchen. He was not able to pull this off very often, so he was still very thin. Harry of course, always had to make tons of food for Dudley (Not that he cared. Maybe, just maybe, if Dudley ate too much food he would get some strange disease as a result of being morbidly obese).
The worst thing though, was that he had to sleep in what was used as a closet for cleaning supplies before Harry lived there. Harry had just a tiny cot, and the room was filled with spiders. Harry also had to use all of Dudley's old clothes, which were huge on him.
Some good did come out of the Dursley's abominable treatment of Harry. He was an amazing cook (While his Aunt Petunia was not) and he learned to ignore anyone teasing or bullying.
For Dudley's eleventh birthday, he got to go to the zoo. Harry was not supposed to go, but since Mrs. Figg, who was supposed to watch him, broke her leg, the Dursley's had to bring Harry with them and Dudley's friends. Dudley waddled over to the snake exhibit.
"Make it move."
Uncle Vernon rapped the glass of the cage.
"Move!"
Dudley rapped the glass much harder.
"MOVE!"
Harry replied "He's asleep!"
Dudley retorted "He's boring."
Dudley and his parents retreated to another enclosure, leaving Harry with the snake.
Harry told the snake "Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you."
The snake looked up and blinks.
"Can you...hear me? It's just...I've never talked to a snake before.
Do you...I mean...do you talk to people often?"
The snake shook its head.
"You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there, do you miss your family?"
The snake turns its head in the direction of a sign which says, Bred in Captivity.
"I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either."
The now awake snake had attracted Dudley's attention. He waddled over to the cage ( having lost the ability to walk normally when he was 140lbs, and 6 years old), knocking Harry to the floor.
Dudley squealed with delight. "Mummy, dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!"
Dudley puts his hands on the glass wall. Harry, from the ground, glares at him. Suddenly, the glass disappeared. Dudley wretches forward.
"Whoa! Ahh! Ahh!"
Dudley falls into the snake enclosure, sputtering in a pool of water. The snake got out of the exhibit, stopping in front of Harry.
"Thankssssssss"
"Anytime."
The snake started off, slithering to the door.
A man near Uncle Vernon screamed "SNAKE!"
There was a lot of screaming as the snake headed for freedom. Dudley stood up to get out, but the glass went back over the enclosure. He was stuck. He pounded on the glass.
"Mum, mummy!"
"AHH!"
Dudley kept screaming "Mum, help! Help me!"
Petunia gasped "My darling boy! How did you get in there?!"
Harry grinned, but Uncle Vernon glared down at him, and his grin disappeared.
Aunt Petunia continued screaming "How did you get in there? Dudley, Oh Dudley!"
When the last of Dudley's friends was dropped of at their house, Uncle Vernon started ranting at Harry, his face bright purple, about how freakish he was (Harry didn't even do anything!), and how he lost all meals for a week. By the time he was done, they were already eating dinner.
Harry thought he had experienced the strangest event in his life, but a day later, a letter was addressed to a Mr. Harry J. Potter, 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, the Cupboard under the stairs…
A.N. All italicized sections in this story are from the tom felton and more website. I would put the link on this page, but fan fiction won't allow that. It is the first link to pop up on google if you search "Harry Potter and The Philosophers Stone Script." Just thought I should give them credit.