Harry's POV
It was summer and we had summer break, of course. I stilled lived with my stupid uncles. I wanted to get away from them. I wish I had an another family to live with. Like 10000 miles from here.
I was on my room when I heard my cousin say something about a letter that was to me and they all talked about something like that or more whispered. I opened my door slowly and tried to listen to what they were saying.
I got into my room quickly when I had listened a minute. They were talking about a family that were close to my father, they had sent a letter to my uncles. And I think it was about that they wanted to take care of me. I was happy and sad at the same time. I knew that I couldn't because of my uncles, they wanted the money. I was so sad and they shouldn't say anything to my about this. I was just lucky that I had heard them whisper in the kitchen.
The next day
When I woke up had I forgot the incident that happened last day til I walked downstairs. A police were at the door and talked to my uncles, when I came they stopped talking and the police took me from them. I was in the police car and the police man said to me that people had called them and they had said that it was jail bars on a widow and that my uncles didn't treat my right. And they asked if it was so and I said yes.
I was free from them. This was the best day ever. I asked them were they were taking me, they said that they had found a family that had been close friends to my father. The policeman said that the family lived in Derry Maine. It was long from there my uncles lived.
But I was a wizard and I didn't know if they were wizards or witches, and I couldn't see my friends anymore. I was happy and sad again.
Bill's POV
My parents said to me and my brother that a old friends son were going to live with us for a long time. And he was coming today, I didn't know how I was going to react to it. I hoped that he shouldn't sleep I my room.
Two hours later
I heard people walk into our house, my parents yelled for me and George to come down and meet our new friend. When I came down I saw two policemen and a boy with glasses. He looked older than me and I got little bit nervous. My mom said that I should show my room to him and we got upstairs.
- What's your name? I asked.
- Harry Potter. What's your name?
- Bill. How old are you?
- Mh, 16.
- Oh, I'm 13.
We got down to the kitchen were my parents were. Harry asked them were he could sleep and my dad said that he could sleep on the couch. But just for the first night.
A/N
I have no idea on how I can continue this trash story... if someone who reads this have an idea. Please write a comment, you can even decide witch character from it that should like Harry or something...