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Harry Potter and the sorcerer's stone

Chapter 1 The Boy who lived

At number four Privet Drive the Dursley family was fascinated to say that they were the perfected family in the community, thank you very much. They were the last people to think that something strange or mysterious was about to happen them. Mr. Dursley the Vice President of a division in the company called Grunnings witch made drills. He was a big, stocky man with hardly any neck, with which he had a large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was a slim blonde lady who had twice the amount of neck for it came in use since she spent all her time cleaning and looking over the garden fences to spy on neighbors and ongoing Strangers.

The Dursleys had a small plump baby boy named Dudley. They thought him to be a king as to the other children anywhere. The Dursleys had everything they could have wanted except for the secret with which they never wanted to know since someone might figure it out.

They didn't even want to think about what could happen if they found out they were connected in any way to the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursleys sister. They hadn't even talked let alone met in several years. When they found out that she had had a son with that James Potter they didn't want Dudley being anywhere around that type of rift raft. So they didn't stay in touch. When Mr. Dursley went to pick up the paper from the drive way on a bright, sunny Tuesday he noticed a black tabby cat with long piercing whiskers to go with the enlarged, and strangely human like ears.

He went inside the white, brick, three bedroom house to kiss Mrs. Dursley good bye for the day so he could go to work. Dudley had just learned his first word 'no'. "Bye little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley. He got into his Mercedes and backed out of the slightly cracked concrete driveway when he saw the black tabby cat and didn't think twice about it until he thought he saw the cat reading a map and wearing glasses. So he glanced over to the cat and noticed that the glasses and the map were gone and the gleaming dark green eyes looking right at him. When he reached grunnings he forgot about the black cat and started to complain to his fellow workers, which in this case was his favorite thing to do at work since most of the people worked under him.

Mr. Dursley went to a small food court across the street on his lunch break to eat from a family owned doughnut shop when he noticed a group of very strangely dressed people wearing emerald-green cloaks. "What kind of people are they," exclaimed Vernon Dursley, the costumes you see younger people wear. Yet some of the people weren't young at all! He saw that a couple of them had to be older then him. Although he never saw the owls passing he listened to the weather reports on the radio while doing the big order of drill sale he was supposed to do that Tuesday afternoon he heard that showers of owls have been passing around the areas of Britain. When he walked out of the Grunnings front door he saw the same group of people.

He walked over to them to tell them to leave when he over heard them say that the Potters had won the war for them. The name he tried to forget all these years was just mentioned in front of his office building. "This must be some kind of joke," he thought, "surely the last name Potter was common, it must be." Then he heard them say "their son Harry was the only one who lived. The whole house was blown up." "This just can't be," muttered Vernon. "What did you say kind sir," asked one of the older men. "Nothing, sorry I spoke," yelled Vernon. He walked off with his mind racing with questions about the Potters. He really didn't even know the name of their son. He sped home in his car to ask Petunia Dursley these questions. When he drove to the far corner of privet drive he noticed the

cat still hasn't moved from the place it was at. He got out of the car at his house while looking at the cat who was staring right back at him. He quickly went into the house where he was greeted by Petunia. He rushed right to the point.

"Have you heard from the potters, or at least about them lately," asked Vernon.

She answered "No I haven't heard from them for a while why?"

"Oh I just have been seeing some funny things around town and some people were talking about a Harry potter," answered Vernon.

"Well you don't think its their son do you," asked Petunia

"No, sorry I brought it up since I know we both get a little touchy when they come up," complied Vernon.

Later that night a tall old slender man with a white and silver colored beard was walking over the black tabby looking cat

"hello professor McGonagall, whispered the old man.

Then something strange happened. The cat was growing even changing. The cat grew hands and legs of that of a human being. A couple a seconds later it was a fully cloaked older looking lady.

"Hello Albus Dumbledore," whispered professor McGonagall. "Do you have the boy?"

"No Hagrid is bringing him," complied Dumbledore.

"where is he now," questioned McGonagall.

Just then Hagrid had appeared from what looked like nowhere right beside them. He pulled out what looked like a bundle of blankets but also held a baby boy in it.

"Have him in here sir", said Hagrid.

"Set him down by the front door please Hagrid," whispered Dumbledore.

Hagrid walked up to the door while sobbing and set him down along with a .

"There there Hagrid. It isn't goodbye after all," comforted Dumbledore, "If all goes as planned he wont be the only one from this place that comes with him too."

Then out they all just disappeared unseen. The street was once again quiet.

Chapter 2 The Letters from No One

The boy Harry potter was awoken up one morning around ten years later by his Aunt Petunia when began to bang on his bedroom door on the second floor of the house next to Dudley's room. He woke up like every morning since he could remember and got dressed to go down and cook them all breakfast. Dudley greeted him nicely as they both went downstairs to cook the Vernon and petunia breakfast. He took out the bacon, eggs, coffee mix, and milk to cook while Dudley heated the stove. Vernon and petunia began yelling orders on how to make the food.

After breakfast they were given a few minutes go do something on their own time so they went into the front garden area to talk. They had grown to be good friends and cousins in the past years since all they really had time to do was talk to other. They didn't know why they were treated so badly but they always thought it was just their personalities. When the mailman came to the house to give them the mail Harry said he would take it. There were a couple of the usual monthly bills and then there were two very unusual packages of parchment addressed to them both.

They each had one. They opened them right then and there since they had never had mail before. They both said the same things. We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected to go to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The list of all the items needed for the term is in the enclosed note.

"What's this," asked Dudley.

"I think we should ask your parents, don't you," added Harry.

"lets go" said Dudley.

So they went inside the dursleys' house to ask them what it was. What they weren't expecting was Vernon to lock them both up after seeing the note instead of telling them. Harry had learned to adapt to this behavior of his Uncle Vernon but something about this just didn't add up. He was thinking of all the times he and Dudley had had strange things happen to them during theirs lives at the house. The times they were sent to bed and with the doors locked they just seemed to open with a twist of the doorknob without anyone touching it. Or when the next-door neighbors dog had ended up on the roof of the two-story house after chasing down Dudley.

With all these strange events happening. Then a letter from a school that teaches magic came to them. It all seemed to be a joke or a strange dream. Not to mention the local events of owls and meteor showers, and the strangers in cloaks So without food or trips out of the room they fell asleep in their separate rooms left to their dreams of strange green light and crude laughter and sorrow.

With the next morning being Harry's birthday he woke up and wished that the night before would be true when he left his room. After Dudley and him made Petunia and Vernon breakfast a loud booming noise pierced the silent morning air. They all jumped as if a explosion hit the house. The front door had been blown of the hedges and thrown through the hall. As a enormous man in a giant many pocketed trench coat walks into the living room.

"Sorry 'bout that," apologized the man.

"What is the lords name are you blowing open our door and waltzing in here for," yelled Vernon.

"The door was locked," replied the man.

"And for a damn good reason as I see it," exclaimed Vernon.

"Dry up Dursley, you great prune" uttered the man, You two most be Harry and Dudley."

"Yes sir, but who are you and what do you want with us," voiced Dudley.

"I am Rubeus Hagrid, keeper of keys and grounds at Hogwarts. My friends call me Hagrid. Here are your letters from Hogwarts," Announced Hagrid.

"Why did we receive them though," requested Harry.

"Him and you are wizards of the magical world that Hogwarts teaches in. it is hidden from muggles like these pathetic people that are suppose to be the only family you have left thanks to you know who," answered Hagrid.

"Who is you know who," asked Harry.

"He is the is the most powerful man in the magical world next Albus Dumbledore. He name is….. it is …. Umm…… I don't want to say it because it frightens me to do it. It's Voldemort. He killed the best of the wizards including your parents," commented Hagrid.

Chapter 3 Diagon alley

When they got done talking Harry and Dudley were escorted by Hagrid to Diagon Alley by flu powder. They appeared in the fire on Gringotts the wizard bank. hagrid gave the goblin banker the key to harry's vault so fufley and him could buy their items from their school list. when harryand dudleywent to Olivanders to to buy their wands harry learned that voldemort bought his wand from there and that it had the same pheonix feathers as harry's wand.