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The boy who was a wizard

There was once a boy named Harry Potter. Harry was 10 years old, and his parents had died when he was only 1 year old, so he lived with his Aunt and Uncle Dursley and their son, Dudley. Harry's only friend was his portrait of an old man. He absolutely detested his cousin Dudley. He was a no good rotten pig who never minded his own business. There were only two bedrooms in the Dursley house, so Harry got the basement as his bedroom. In the basement Harry stored all his mother and father's items in the secret passageway behind the book shelf that was filled with magic books. Of course none of the dursley's read books, so Harry had no worry of them coming down and picking a book, only to find out that it was filled with wizardry nonsense.

The switch to open the passage way was the portrait of the old man. This picture once belonged to his parents, but Harry decided to not hide it. This portrait was no ordinary picture, It could talk! The man told Harry wonderful stories about his parents, and about a place called "Hogwarts". This old man's beard was as long as beards can grow, and his hat was blue and pointy. His black cloak had a coat of arms, Harry assumed it represented Hogwarts. Below the portrait, there was a gold plate that said "Dumbledore the great". If you press that golden plate, the book shelf gets replaced with a doorway. The doorway leading to the secret room.

The day before Harry's birthday, he went down to the basement, and stood in front of "Dumbledore the great".

"Hello Dumbledore!" He said

"Why, good morning Harry! How did you sleep?" Dumbledore asked.

"Great, thanks! Tomorrow is my 11th birthday! I can't wait" Harry cried out.

"Yes, and it's time for your first year at Hogwarts! Your letter should arrive soon!"

" HAAARRRRYYYYYYYYYY! Who are you talking to down there?" a voice came from upstairs.

"No one, Dudley! I'll be up soon!" Harry quickly answered.

"You better! Or I'll get my mum to come down and whip you one!" Dudley threatened.

"I better go." Harry mumbled to Dumbledore, and ran up the stairs in a hurry.

When Harry was cooking breakfast for the Dursley's, Dudley snuck into the basement. He had only been down there once, but Harry caught him, and said strange words to him. Dudley was very ill for a week and 3 days after that.

He shuddered at the thought of that happening again.

He walked over to the picture of Dumbledore. "If you could talk old man, I would make you tell me all the things Harry does down here" he said quietly, muttered really.

He tried to read the Golden plate under the portrait. But Dudley's beady little eyes were too weak to read it so he moved closer. And closer. And closer still, until his nose came in contact with the writing. Dudley was finally able to read Dumbledore's name when something strange started happening! The book shelf was shaking. Dudley stared at it when suddenly, it disappeared!!

Dudley couldn't believe his eyes! In front of him was no longer a bookshelf but a long dark hallway.

"This was what Harry does down here" Dudley said to himself smugly. "I think I'll just check it out for myself." As soon as he began to step into the corridor a voice stopped him.

"No! Don't go any further!" It was the commanding brittle voice of an old man. Dudley was scared, he didn't dare turn around since the old man might attack him with weird words like Harry once did. (Dudley didn't know that the voice was actually a portrait and therefore couldn't perform magic)

Meanwhile Harry was cooking bacon.
Back in the basement Dudley was still petrified and terrified.

"I mean it boy, don't take another step." The voice was threatening him now.

Dudley was beside himself, he didn't know what to do. Finally Dudley, being Dudley, made a stupid decision. He ran into the dark scary pasageway.

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