Harry sat on the windowsill of his bedroom of number Four Privet Drive. He ruffled his untidy black hair, and his hand swept over his black eyebrows, shading his seemingly bright green eyes. He was orphan at the age of one, when Lord Voldemort killed his parents, Lily and James Potter. Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper brought him from the rubble of his home, to his only other living relatives, the Dursleys.
"HARRY POTTER!" screamed Uncle Vernon, Harry's uncle, whom he had no blood relation to, "Get down here immediately!" The sudden sound among the once-silent room made Harry jump up and hit his head on the bottom of the open window.
"What?" asked Harry, walking into the sparkling clean kitchen, rubbing his swollen skull.
"I am taking Dudley to the hospital, because he seems drunk. You are to get the dinner table set for my parent's visit. I think that Petunia's good china is in the attic," ordered Uncle Vernon, "My parents will arrive at five o'clock tonight. Now, just in case we do not get an opportunity to have this discussion later, there is to be no funny business while my parents are here. Got me?"
"Yep, okay", replied Harry. Dudley came limping around the corner, drooling puke from his enormous neck.
"Come on Dudley, let's go. Take this bag, I don't want you puking in my new and shiny company car." said Vernon, handing Dudley a plastic shopping bag with many holes in the side. They made Harry smile gleefully, knowing, secretly that his Uncle Vernon's car was going to be Dudleyized.
When Harry could not hear the roar of his Uncle Vernon's car anymore, he set off for the attic. Harry trekked up the attic stairs and he finally got to the attic door. He creaked it open and instantly felt a ball of dust hit him. He burst into a sudden fit of sneezes.
"Jeez, this must be the dirtiest place in the house," thought Harry to himself. He suddenly noticed the window shades, obviously shading the view of the dirty attic from their amazingly clean neighbors. Harry began shifting through the boxes. There were boxes labeled in various ways.
Harry spotted titles such as, "Dudley's baby toys", "Uncle Vernon's old socks", which Harry knew his yellow socks, in which he gave to Dobby came from. In the corner of the attic a box labeled, "Aunt Petunia's Unusual Objects". He turned around, in the act of looking for Petunia's china, but it hit Harry, this was an unusual box and, unusual and Aunt Petunia never belonged in the same sentence. Harry looked so quickly back at the box that his neck cracked.
"Aunt Petunia and unusual never go together in the same sentence", thought Harry. Harry ripped the seemingly strong tape off the box and he opened the lid.