Okay: disclaimer, this isn't mine. I'm doing this as *revision* for my English Language GCSE. (Definitely doesn't count ahah). This is an intro (some is copied from the first book because I'm shit at setting a story haha), and is very short, sorry. The next... episode? No, chapter, (duh) is longer. Cool. Byeeee *awkward wave*
Chapter 1
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, we're proud to say they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They recently introduced a new member of the family, a gorgeous bouncing boy who went by the name of Dudley - but Duddykins by his adoring mother. Petunia Dursley was an extremely no-nonsense type of woman, with a long scrawny neck and eyes that seemed to be constantly searching for gossip about the neighbours. Vernon Dursley was a purplish man, with very little neck and an extremely large body.
On the morning of the 1st of November, 1981, Vernon Dursley was watching the news channel with distaste.
''...and finally, bird watchers everywhere have reported that the nations owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally..." Vernon sighed, not really listening. He only pretended to watch the news as it made him appear intelligent, which he most certainly was not. However, as the news turned to the weather, he headed something that caught his attention.
"...telling me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they've had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps they've been celebrating bonfire night early - it's not till next week folks!"
Vernon's blood went cold. He recalled a conversation he had heard the day before, some funny men chattering excitably as he was going to get his daily doughnuts from the bakery. "...The Potters, that's what I heard..." "Yes their son Harry.."
"PETUNIA" Dursley bellowed. His scrawny wife came into the room, makeup and hair impeccable and a gingham apron over her rather ugly dress. Vernon remembered his wife's rather touchy attitude when it came to her sister.
"Uh, nothing really, but have you heard from your sister lately?'' He asked, slight agitation in his voice.
"No. I haven't spoken to that freak in a long time. Her freaky husband and that even freakier boy - Harry, I think his disgustingly common name was - can stay right away.'' She snapped.
''Hear hear'' Vernon replied, his face going a slightly worrying shade of purple. Petunia left to get the milk and a few seconds later, a shriek wracked the house. Vernon, in all his intelligence, stood and furrowed his eyebrows. That didn't sound like his son, Dudley, he thought stupidly. A few seconds later, his wife came into the living room and her face was pale, but eyes angry and confused. In her arms was a bundle of sheets, with a tuft of black hair poking out. A letter was balanced on top. Petunia ungraciously dumped the bundle on the floor and started opening the letter. As she read, her pale complexion started getting redder and redder, until she looked at the bundle with anger and disgust in her eyes. Vernon peered closer at the bundle on the floor, and startled with surprise when he saw that it was a little boy, younger than his own son. With a shaky hand, Petunia passed the letter over. Vernon looked at the letter he was given for a very long time. Partly because he could barely read, but when he worked out what it said he stood very still, anger coursing through his veins.
"So that's..."
"Harry. The freak."
"And your sister..."
"Lily... She's, dead. Her and that disgusting Potter."
"We can't keep him. We have to look after our own boy. He might... contaminate him"
Petunia paused, her veins popping out of her long neck.
"Unfortunately, that isn't an option. If we keep him, we get protection ourselves, and the letter says that the people that killed my sister might find out that we are... Unfortunately... Related, so we need this protection. Though, there is a fund set up for us which is for that brat, but we are giving up so much already I think this should be instead used for.. You know, coping with the stress of looking after such a freak''
Looking at the sum his wife was showing him, Vernon nodded, an evil glint in his small blue eyes.
''Yes, that will do nicely. Of course, he will earn what we give him through work around the house. And to stop Dudley feeling left out, we have to make sure this freak knows his place. Just below maggots, I'd say."
So over the next few weeks, Harry Potter suddenly no longer had the love and warmth of his family around him, but all the hate and anger the one year old was experiencing for the first time in his life. Needless to say, for the first few weeks, all he could do was cry pitifully for his warm and kind mother that ever came. The Dursleys quickly came to the solution of shoving Harry into the cupboard under the stairs, which shut out the freaks cries for his parents and they could concentrate on their 'precious Duddykins'
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