Harry potter and the caretaker.
Chapter one
It was a warm night in surrey, England. An owl in the trees hooted gently as it spotted a mouse. A car parked in the drive of number 4 privet drive. Three people got out of the car. One of them was a wide man with a caterpillar- like moustache and small piggy eyes. He wore a jacket and a hat like the one a farmer would wear.
The other was a skinny woman with a tight face and curly medium long hair. She wore a flowery dress and a pearl necklace.
The third and final passenger was a boy in his teens with short black hair and a wide belly just like his father. He had a clueless look on his face and wore a t-shirt.
All the while they were unaware of a silhouetted figure in the window of the house they were entering. This boy had jet black hair and wore circular glasses. On his forehead was the scar shaped like a lightning bolt. Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Harry sighed and walked away from the window, knowing that his one night of many when he had freedom inside the house. He looked to a moving picture of him, and his friends, Ronald Weasly and Hermione Granger that was taken last year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry.
Harry smiled warmly remembering his second year of Hogwarts. It also reminded him that the summer holidays were nearly over and he could go back to school. He sat down on the bed.
"One more week… one more week…" he repeated this a few times until he heard his uncles shout from downstairs.
"HARRY POTTER!" he was clearly angry.
Harry's eyes widened as he remembered that he left his dirty dishes out. He sighed and got up and walked downstairs.
There was a strange whirring grinding noise throughout the drive a few houses away from number four. A blue public police box materialized into existence where the sound was most intense. When the noise stopped the door opened and a man walked out.
"Here we are!" he called. "Surry, little winging England!" he smiled proudly. He was a lanky, almost goofy, looking man with short brown hair. He wore a blue suit and over that he wore a long brown coat. Hardly necessary in the summer months.
Just then a blonde woman walked out. She had a look of utmost excitement on her face. "Wow… doctor, is this really where harry potter was set?" she asked.
"I keep my word don't I? And it's not just set here. It was… made here." He said, looking around.
"Made here?" the woman asked.
"Well when everybody read the book there was a small part of their brain that believed that all this was real. All the belief literally created harry potter." he licked his finger and poked it into the air.
"No way…" she looked about.
"Yes way!" the man she called the doctor said. He jumped on the spot and the ground thudded beneath his shoes.
"What are you doing, doctor?" the woman asked. Only just suppressing a laugh.
"Well you know me rose. Just making sure this place is stable." He stomped.
"What?" she chuckled? "By jumping on it?"
"Yep! And it's… stable." He said decisively.
"Well come on then! Lets go meet harry potter!" rose grabbed his arm and dragged him along the dark road.
End of chapter 1.