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Chapter 1

Privet drive was quiet and still that night. The night a wizard would place a babe on the doorstep of one of the many look a-like houses, number four to be exact. Number Four was home to the Dursley family who wanted nothing more than to be normal.

The family consisted of a father, a mother and one son. The father worked at a local drill company and was thought to be a very good and providing man, his name was Vernon Dursley. Vernon had sickly yellow hair that sat limply on his over sized head. He was many pounds overweight, though if you asked him, he was perfect. His watery blue eyes held an arrogance that put off many of the people he worked with.

The mother, Petunia Dursley, was nearly the complete opposite of her husband. She was tall and too skinny for what is healthy, she thought that any female who had even an ounce of fat on her was no better than a common street walker. Her dark hair was straight and fell to her shoulders in an unremarkable way, making her look plainer than most women. Eyes a dull green seemed to hold a distain for any whom she thought to be beneath her, which was everyone. As far as she was concerned no one was better than her, no one was ever better than her or her family.

Dudley Dursley was their son, a boy who, even at the age of one, was a very spoiled and rather heavy child. If he didn't get whatever he wanted the minute he wanted it, he would kick and scream until he did. Dudley looked like he would grow to be a carbon copy of his father, not that his parents minded. In fact they were quite proud of that.

Little did they know that their lives were about to be interrupted by the most unlikely of things.

Privet drive was quite and still, until an old man appeared at the end of the drive. The sound of clicking echoed through the street as the lights started going out one by one; when all the lights were out, the old man put a silver lighter back into one of the many pockets of his odd looking cloths. The old man smiled when he saw a very stiff looking cat on the wall across the street from the house he was interested in. If any had looked out their windows they would have seen a very strange sight. The cat had changed into a very stern looking woman.

The odd pair talked for a few minutes until the sound of a motorcycle could be heard coming from a distance towards them. A giant man landed his flying motorcycle on the street in front of the old man and stern woman, in his arms was a small blue bundle that made no noise even as it squirmed.

"Here he is professors," the giant man said, his voice loud and gravely.

"Do hush up, Hagrid. Are you trying to wake the muggles?" the stern woman said to the giant man.

"Sorry, professor McGonagall," The big man said, handing the blue bundle to the old man.

"Now now Minerva, not even Hagrid could wake the muggles from their dreams. I made sure of that." The old man said, walking towards Number 4 privet drive, the blue bundle quite and still in his arms.

"Albus," she said nervously, coming up behind the man. "You can't really be leaving the boy here, are you?"

The old man looked gravely up at the woman. "It is the only place for him Minerva. They are his only family."

"But they are the most silly people, I was watching them all day. Why, I saw their own little boy kicking his mother up the street yelling for sweets." McGonagall protested, "Not to mention they are not equipped to tell the boy about his parents, let alone what he is!"

Dumbledore sighed unhappily, "Be that as it may Minerva, there truly is no other place for him. All shall be explained in a letter I shall leave with him, for him to read when he is older."

McGonagall grumbled under her breath even as she watched the older man place the sleeping babe into a newly created basket on the front step of the dark house. After all was done the three strange people left, disappearing with a loud crack and the sound of a motorcycle starting.

Years later

The family of Privet Drive was excited. They were going on a vacation that Vernon Dursley's job was paying for since he got a recent promotion. They where even happier about the fact that they had found someone who would take the boy who had been left on their doorstep for the entire summer for free.

The boy had grown into a rather small and silent child. He was just barely over four feet tall and had a very delicate build. His black hair had grown out to just past his shoulders and his jewel green eyes shone with a silent curiosity. He never spoke unless asked a direct question; even then his voice was soft and whispery. A thin scar on his head was the only thing that marked his milky skin. The boys name was Harry Potter and he was soon to turn 10.

Though his relatives never beat him, they didn't particularly like him either. He was given as little food as possible so they wouldn't raise suspicions, he did some of the house work, mostly the gardening, cleaning and cooking. The Dursleys made the cupboard under the stairs his room, since their own son had a tantrum when they tried to make the smallest room into a bedroom.

The family piled into the car, Harry in the back behind Vernon, as close to the door as possible. Dudley was bouncing in the seat next to him, yelling about the fact that they had to take Harry to the train station before they could get on with their own vacation. Petunia was in the front seat, doing all she could to calm her screaming child while Vernon drove to the station, glaring at the boy who was seated behind him.

"You will not cause trouble this summer boy. You got that!"

Harry nodded at his uncle and went back to watching the scenery, barely hiding his excitement at the thought of having a full summer without his relatives. He just hoped the place he was going was nice. 'I hope this professor is nice,' he thought even as they pulled up to the train station. 'I can't wait to see where I will be staying.' Harry sighed sadly as the car sped away seconds after he shut the door and made his way into the train station.

Harry smiled at the people he passed as he made his way to the train that would be taking him out to the country side that held a professor who always opened his home to children during the summer. He was quick to board the train and find an empty compartment and sit down with a book he had hidden. He knew it was going to be a long ride and saw no point in being bored out of his mind while he waited. An hour later Harry squeaked when he was torn from his book at the jerking of the train beginning its journey.

'And so my summer begins.'