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Chapter 1: The Visitor
Two-year-old Harry Potter was freezing as he lay huddled in his cupboard. His tummy rumbled; the Dursleys hadn't given him much food, just scraps from Dudley's meals. That morning, Harry accidentally broke one of Dudley's toys, causing his aunt to throw him into the cupboard without dinner. Harry tried to sleep but felt shivery and too stuffed up to rest. He whimpered loudly. "Boy!" Yelled Uncle Vernon, "I hope you're asleep because I'm coming to check!" Harry shook under the threadbare blanket as Uncle Vernon came in and rolled him over. Seeing wide eyes, Uncle Vernon snarled, "Another week locked in here for disobedience. Now go to sleep!" Harry trembled as Uncle Vernon slammed the cupboard door, setting the lock in place. Though he knew it wouldn't happen, Harry wished someone would take him away from his aunt & uncle.
Meanwhile, at Hogwarts:
"How many times have I told you?" Professor Minerva McGonagall shouted, glaring at Dumbledore. "The poor boy is not cared for there!" "Now Minerva, you know the reason I put him there," said Albus Dumbledore. Professor McGonagall growled, "Listen Albus, all I ask is that you check up on him. And maybe then you'll see my point." "Very well" said Dumbledore, "I'll go check up on him now."
Meanwhile, at the Dursleys:
Harry awoke to approaching footsteps. The door to the cupboard creaked open. He felt a hand on his shoulder and pulled away. "Stop!" he cried. A gentle male voice said, "Harry" as he felt the hand roll him onto his back. It was a kind-looking man with a long, white, beard; definitely not Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, or Dudley. The quiet voice continued, "Harry, I'm going to get you out of here because you are cold and sick." Harry felt arms lift him up as a hand guided his head onto the strange man's shoulder. A moment later, they were gone.
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