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It was a cold night on number twelve private drive. Harry potter was lying in his bed reading a People magazine, skimming the randomly assorted articles throughout the meticulously placed pages. When he glanced at a picture of a male model posing for the shot.
"Hmm this is interesting"
He thought to himself as he took in the sight of this chiseled male model. He then flipped the page to read some more articles when another quite chiseled male model caught his eye.
"What is this weird but yet welcoming felling welling up inside my chest?"
He said to himself as a warmth welled up inside of his chest. He sat up, closed the book and placed it on the shelf above his bed. He reached up, pulled the string attached to the light, and clicked it off.
The next morning, he awoke to the sound of his cousin Dudley jumping up and down on the stair case. He got up and opened the door to his cupboard, only to have it slammed in his face. He opened it back up and stepped out.
As he stepped outside, he caught a glimpse of his cousin running into the kitchen.
He followed his cousin to his destination, when he heard the familiar noise of mail slipping in the slot on the door.
So, he turned around and walked to the door to collect the mail, which had surely been delivered. There was always mail!
When he got to the door, he picked up said mail and looked through it. Then proceeded to walk to his original destination, the kitchen.
When he got outside the kitchen, he found what appeared to be a letter addressed to him.
He opened the kitchen door, and walked over to his uncle Vernon and then handed him everything but the envelope with his name on it.
With the envelope in hand, he walked to the side of the table opposite of his cousin and cracked open it open.
When he did this Dudley heard the noise of the letter opening, and examined Harry to see what he was doing. When he noticed that Harry had a letter he instantly assumed that he had kept it from his mother and father because of some ridiculous reason, so he quickly got up and scurried his fat little bottom over to harry and snatched the letter from him.
"Whats this?"
He asked Harry as he darted to his father Vernon.
"Father Harry was hiding this from you!"
He told his father handing him the envelope. Vernon gently took the letter from Dudley's hand and examined it.
"Whats this? A letter?"
He asked as he flipped it over to see a watermark that read Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
"Its mine give it back!"
Harry demanded. Thinking that maybe just this once they would actually do as he asked, but unfortunately Vernon did no such thing.
Instead, after seeing where the letter had come from, Vernon jumped up out of his chair and quickly moved over to the brightly lit fireplace and threw the letter into it, watching it burn.
"If you get any letters Harry, you are to give it to me or Petunia! You understand me boy?"
He said looking at Harry who had sat back down, staring at the fireplace in disbelief as his letter burned. How could his uncle do that to him?
"Yes uncle Vernon."
Harry responded. He never got letters! Why did his uncle treat him this way?! It didn't make any sense..