Harry Potter and the Final Battle
Chapter 1
It was nearing midnight and Harry Potter was sitting on his bed at Number 4 Privet Drive. He longed to be out in the wizarding world where he could play Quidditch, practice spells, and deliver mail by owl without people shooting awkward questions at him. But most of all he missed his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They had been his first friends because Dudley and his group of friends would not let anybody else be his friend. His snowy owl, Hedwig, was asleep in her cage, with her head under her wing. He crossed over to the other side of his small room and talked to her.
"If only my friends could come to get me out of here" he told Hedwig, the only living creature at Privet Drive who truly understood him, other then his battly old neighbor, Ms. Figg who Harry had only recently found out that she was a squib.
Hedwig shifted slightly and her amber eyes gazed steadily at Harry. He gazed back. He then caught hold of himself. For a moment, he had gone into a kind of trance, like Professor Trelawney had done during her prediction back in his third year. Harry thought that because he was at Privet Drive, no harm could come to him, little did he know that harm was on its way.