This is just the intro… that's why its short.
It was a sunny Tuesday morning, not like Harry Potter would know, considering that his home was currently in the musty cupboard under the stairs at 5 Privet Drive. Last summer, Harry had been "privileged" enough to live in the Dursley's smallest bedroom, but after an interesting incident at the beginning of the year in which the Dursley's son, Dudley's, tongue had grown to over 5 feet, Harry had been banished to the cupboard again. He was feeling unusually depressed, which was easy to understand considering he wouldn't be able to go back to school for 7 more long weeks. Harry knew that he needed to do something to keep his thoughts away from Hogwarts. While his mind was still flooded with thoughts about his best friends Hermione and Ron and his god-father Sirius, he opened his glasses case. As he reached in the case for his glasses, his hands felt something odd. When his mind retunred to him for a moment, he noticed that his glasses were missing, and in their place was... POT!!!!