How Harry Potter Begins....
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. She Who-Should-Not-Own-Harry-Potter does. I just own the plot which there is none.
Let us begin...
Sitting up while gasping for air, young Harry awoke that morning with a start...and a bump on his forehead from hitting it on the ceiling of his cupboard. Glancing around he noticed where he was and, amazingly enough, breathed a sigh of relief. "Whew, it was all just a dream..." he said while trying to calm his heart. He then got out of the cupboard and headed toward the kitchen. On his way there, he suddenly stopped when he smelled something amazingly bad and, sadly, horribly familiar.
His eyes widened as much as they could as he slowly crept the rest of the way towards the kitchen. As he entered, he saw his aunt at the stove stirring a big pot. "Aunt Petunia....What is that?," he asked hestitatingly. Aunt Petunia replied,"It's your new school uniform. You will..." She didn't get any further than that when Harry suddenly screamed like a little girl and took off running back the way he came.
A few seconds later she heard a door slam and a lot of banging. Not knowing what else to do, she went to investigate. She camed upon Harry's cupboard and could see the points of nails sticking out of the door frame. He had nailed the door to the cupboard shut from the inside! "Harry! Come out of there this instant, you ungrateful boy!" she yelled. When she didn't get a reply, she didn't know what to do. He had always done what she said before. She then heard a faint mumbling. She frowned when she couldn't make out the words so she put her ear to the door and stayed as quiet as she could. What she heard astounded her. "Magic is bad...Harry no do magic...Harry's a good boy...yes a good boy..." Harry kept repeating this chant for awhile. Petunia, who was perturbed by what she heard, decided that the boy had finally snapped after all the years of abuse...I mean finally had the freakishness driven out of him from their years of charitable help.
She finally decided that Harry wouldn't be coming out any time soon. So she went back to the kitchen and decided against continuing to boil his uniform and decided to give Vernon a call to inform him of the good news.
The End
Moral of the story: Some days, it just pays to not get out of bed.
Okay people you know the drill. Read it and review/flame it. It only took me about 30 mins to write at 3 in the morning anyways. Have fun.