A/N - Yeah, I know, this chapter is small, but I'm bad with introductions, so... live with it.
Chapter 1 - Harry Potter -- An ordinary...wizard.
Harry Potter was just like any other kid. He was the typical, do the chores, walk the dog, battle an evil wizard who's single ambition was to kill him...yep, normal. But at the time, he was coping with a much more difficult battle -- cooking bacon.
But not just any bacon. Harry knew that if he didn't cook it correctly, he would be locked in his bedroom for the last half of his summer break, without food, and without anyone to talk to, not that he talked to his evil aunt & uncle -- the Dursley's -- or there god awful step son anyways.
After he finished the bacon, he scooped a few pieces on his cousin Dudley's, his uncle Vernon's, and his aunt Petunia's plates. Harry was to finish cooking, serve the Dursley's, re-paint the fence, and of course, play Dudley's favorite game -- Harry Hunting. And after all of this was finished, he was allowed a glass of water and a stale cheese sandwich. Sounds appetizing, doesn't it?
"Off to paint the fence...again," he said, having served the Dursley's.
"Yes yes, Potter, hurry up!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Suuuuure..." he said, sarcastically, as he closed the front door behind him.
Hours later, he came back in, to see Dudley & His friend Piers Polkiss, a skinny, rat-faced, brown haired young man who goes to Dudley's school. They were in the mood for a little Harry Huntin', and as soon as Harry got up the stairs, the decided to POUNCE!
Dudley on one side, Piers on the other, the attempted to sandwich him, Harry ducked, causing the two idiots to crash into each other. However, Dudley, who was literally the size of a baby whale, came crashing onto Harry, and Piers onto Dudley. Harry let out a shrill cry, and tried to get away.
However, Dudley took his time getting up, making Harry scream. He staggered up, and then the game re-begun. Harry, who was light and fast, ran up the stairs, and then slid down the stair rail, trying to confuse them.
But, he made a wrong decision. At that very moment, Aunt Petunia walked by, taking a tray of chips, dip, and tuna sandwiches to the family room. Harry came down the stair rail, and before he could stop, he sent the tray smashing into Aunt Petunias
face.
"POTTER!" She yelled, beneath the tray, "WAIT 'TILL YOUR UNCLE HEARS OF THIS!"
"Potter, your not going back to that...that school," Uncle Vernon began, later that night, as they sat in Harry's bedroom. "After that stunt you pulled with my dear wife, I'll --"
"But --" Harry began, but was interrupted.
"NEVER!" Vernon replied, and slammed Harry's door behind him as he exited.
Harry locked the door, and plotted his escape... "AHA!" he said aloud. "Sirius!"
Harry jumped from his bed, onto the floor, and pulled up a loose floorboard. The space beneath it was rather large, and he had the most of his old school books & supplies in it. He pulled out a quill, and some parchment, and waited for the Dursley's to fall asleep.
Before beginning to write, he let Hedwig out, to stretch her wings, and find her dinner. She swooped out the window, swaying wend in Harry's face, witch felt good on the hot summer day. He began to write...
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Dear "Snuffles", I need your help, the Dursley's are saying that I can't come back to Hogwarts, I need you to come and threaten them for me, consider it an early birthday gift. -Harry
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Harry gave the letter to Hedgwig, and sent her to find Sirius. He picked up one of his old Defense Against the Dark arts boooks, from his third year, and began to read the pages that he never had. Slowly, how ever, he drifted off into a deep sleep, and had an interesting dream...
Chapter 1 - Harry Potter -- An ordinary...wizard.
Harry Potter was just like any other kid. He was the typical, do the chores, walk the dog, battle an evil wizard who's single ambition was to kill him...yep, normal. But at the time, he was coping with a much more difficult battle -- cooking bacon.
But not just any bacon. Harry knew that if he didn't cook it correctly, he would be locked in his bedroom for the last half of his summer break, without food, and without anyone to talk to, not that he talked to his evil aunt & uncle -- the Dursley's -- or there god awful step son anyways.
After he finished the bacon, he scooped a few pieces on his cousin Dudley's, his uncle Vernon's, and his aunt Petunia's plates. Harry was to finish cooking, serve the Dursley's, re-paint the fence, and of course, play Dudley's favorite game -- Harry Hunting. And after all of this was finished, he was allowed a glass of water and a stale cheese sandwich. Sounds appetizing, doesn't it?
"Off to paint the fence...again," he said, having served the Dursley's.
"Yes yes, Potter, hurry up!" Shouted Uncle Vernon.
"Suuuuure..." he said, sarcastically, as he closed the front door behind him.
Hours later, he came back in, to see Dudley & His friend Piers Polkiss, a skinny, rat-faced, brown haired young man who goes to Dudley's school. They were in the mood for a little Harry Huntin', and as soon as Harry got up the stairs, the decided to POUNCE!
Dudley on one side, Piers on the other, the attempted to sandwich him, Harry ducked, causing the two idiots to crash into each other. However, Dudley, who was literally the size of a baby whale, came crashing onto Harry, and Piers onto Dudley. Harry let out a shrill cry, and tried to get away.
However, Dudley took his time getting up, making Harry scream. He staggered up, and then the game re-begun. Harry, who was light and fast, ran up the stairs, and then slid down the stair rail, trying to confuse them.
But, he made a wrong decision. At that very moment, Aunt Petunia walked by, taking a tray of chips, dip, and tuna sandwiches to the family room. Harry came down the stair rail, and before he could stop, he sent the tray smashing into Aunt Petunias
face.
"POTTER!" She yelled, beneath the tray, "WAIT 'TILL YOUR UNCLE HEARS OF THIS!"
"Potter, your not going back to that...that school," Uncle Vernon began, later that night, as they sat in Harry's bedroom. "After that stunt you pulled with my dear wife, I'll --"
"But --" Harry began, but was interrupted.
"NEVER!" Vernon replied, and slammed Harry's door behind him as he exited.
Harry locked the door, and plotted his escape... "AHA!" he said aloud. "Sirius!"
Harry jumped from his bed, onto the floor, and pulled up a loose floorboard. The space beneath it was rather large, and he had the most of his old school books & supplies in it. He pulled out a quill, and some parchment, and waited for the Dursley's to fall asleep.
Before beginning to write, he let Hedwig out, to stretch her wings, and find her dinner. She swooped out the window, swaying wend in Harry's face, witch felt good on the hot summer day. He began to write...
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Dear "Snuffles", I need your help, the Dursley's are saying that I can't come back to Hogwarts, I need you to come and threaten them for me, consider it an early birthday gift. -Harry
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Harry gave the letter to Hedgwig, and sent her to find Sirius. He picked up one of his old Defense Against the Dark arts boooks, from his third year, and began to read the pages that he never had. Slowly, how ever, he drifted off into a deep sleep, and had an interesting dream...