It was a cold stromy night. Lighting flashed, alumanating the street of Privite Drive. As all the people, how live on the street, were sleeping. One person could not sleep. In fear that he will have a nightmare and wake uo his family. And that is not a good thing to do. ('Unlees you have a death wish.') This person is harry potter. he looked at the clock, it read 11:59. "one more minite till i'm 17 and can do magic." said harry to himself. at 12:00, harry's uncle vernon came in. he pulled harry from the bed and slam him into the wall. then he started to beat harry into a pulp. when he done he left harry half dead, then the pendit around his neck started to glow. Miles away in a castal ,a orb started to glow and played back what had happened. An old man, Albus Dumbuldor, got up and ran to the frount gates. He than disappered from the gates to # 4 Privite Drive, that was on fire. Firetrucks and ambulands were all around.

TBC