I start this fanfiction, about Harry Potter for one reasons only…. I'm bored, and as I started to read some Harry Potter fanfiction, I realized how much I enjoy reading them. I also hope you will forgive my shit grammar, and I will hope for all the reviews possible. Thanks!
Disclaimer: I don't own a single Harry Potter book, character, etc, which belongs to the respectable owners
Harry Potter was a very unusual boy. He hated summer vacation, and he liked being in school. But what made him even stranger, is very strange things happens to him. His hair refuses to stay tamed. When his horrid aunt tried to force him to wear a disgusting sweater, of his whale of an cousin, The sweater got smaller and smaller until it would fit a baby. Things liked this happened for 8 years.
Harry was running, as fast as he could. Although Harry didn't look like it he was very fast. Now the questions is, what is he running from. That would be Dudley, who from the first time he saw Harry, started to bully him. Dudley's favorite game would be Harry Hunting. Harry not wanting to be used as a punching bag, he ran.
As Harry was running he saw the perfect hiding place, between the garbage cans near school. With his final strength he jumped, wanting to hide before Dudley caught up with him. But another one of his strange happening happened. The wind carried him, to the roof.
Harry being smarter the average eight year old. He knew, there was no possible way for the average wind in Britain can carry him up more than a meter in the air.
Knowing that he need to get down before a teacher came and found him, or else he would be beaten by Uncle Vernon. He had to get down, on his own without breaking his legs. Seeing the maintenance door, he tried and failed, to open it, because it was locked.
As Harry was pondering how to get down, he heard Dudley yell.
"Where is he, where did he go?"
Piers said "He must have hide, lets go back, I hungry."
"Fine" Dudley replied
He heard Dudley and his gang, slowly walk away.
Harry figured out he had to get down the same way he came up. Harry having a very sharp mind, trying to find a logical explanation. After more 30 minutes, he had only one explanation. Magic. It also explained all his other strange happening.
He had to gain control of the wind again, to get him back down safely. Being a reader of fantasy books, he knew everyone of the fantasy book agreed on was that one must focus. Harry focused as hard and called the wind. And nothing happen. Realizing he did something wrong, recalled each time he used magic. Everytime he was very emotional. Realizing emotion was a strong part of using magic, at least for Harry.
He brought up the emotions he felt, whist being chased by Dudley and his friends, the anger, and fear. As these emotion came up, he imagined, that he must get down from the ceiling to get away from them, and a very strong wind blew pushing him off the edge of the build and carried him to the ground.
If you read to the end thank you, for putting up with the errors that might have been there. And I will continue to read. PLEASE write reviews, and tell me how to make it better
