Harry Potter and the Great Dark Lord/ chapter 1
Back at the Dursley's
It was yet again another average day for Harry Potter, that started with a rather annoying series of bangs on his bedroom door, and his scrawny Aunt Petunia shouting at him violently to get up, and make breakfast for their perfect little angel Duddly. Of course to Harry, Duddly was the furthest from perfect that you could possibly get.
"Coming", Harry responded obediently as he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that were 2 times his size, being that they had used be Duddly's and Duddly was the perhaps the fattest boy that you could ever come across.
Harry Potter was by no means a welcome member of the Dursley household, nor did he enjoy being there. This was because Harry was not exactly what you would call an average 14-year-old boy. No, Harry Potter was a wizard, and a rather famous wizard at that. In fact the only reason that he was with the Dursley's at all was because his parents had been murdered by the most evil wizard of all time, Voldemort, and he had no place to go for the summer vacation. During the rest of the year, Harry was able to stay with his own kind, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At Hogwarts, he had friends, and although he had quite nearly been killed by Voldemort himself over the last four years at Hogwarts, he still would rather be there than with the Dursleys, who were the furthest from magical as you could possibly get.
"Make something special today," Uncle Vernon said slyly as he walked in the room. "Duddly is going to get his drivers permit later". He said this with a kind of sweetness as pride in his voice that he had never given Harry.
"You know," Harry replied hopefully. "If I could learn to drive, you would never need to take me to Kings Cross anymore." He was careful not to mention anything about Hogwarts, as this would have caused Uncle Vernon to go crazy, which would result in "NO" for an answer. Unfortunately, Harry's expectations were correct, even when he didn't mention Hogwarts.
"Are you crazy boy?" Uncle Vernon shouted rather rudely in reply to a mere statement.
"It was only a suggestion", Harry said, not surprised about his Uncle's reaction. "Besides, Duddly goes to Smeltings on the same day, and I was just thinking that it would probably be easier for you if you didn't didn't have to make that dreadful stop to Kings Cross every year." He was getting rather good at maneuvering around all of the Dursleys rules and regulations. Unfortunately, not as good as he had hoped.
"No. The answer is no. End of discussion. Come on my little tike! Time to go get your permit!" Were Uncle Vernon's last remarks before marching out the door with a smirking Duddly behind him.
Over the years, Harry had become a lot less afraid of standing up to his relatives, but he could see that this argument would go no where. Ordinarily, this probably would have disappointed any normal teenage boy, but being a wizard, there were other ways of transportation, and Harry didn't really see the point in going any further with Aunt Petunia about it. He just silently finished the bit of toast that he had made for himself, and headed back upstairs to see if any owl post had arrived. Tomorrow would be Harry's birthday, and he wished that he could for once spend it with his friends Ron and Hermionie, instead of with the horrible Dursleys.
When he got up to his room, Harry found a brilliant surprise.
***Authors Note***
Okay, this is my first time writing a fan fiction and I know it's kinda boring now, but I am starting on the second chapter which will be more interesting right after I post this one. I know the chapters are really short, but I kinda made that on porpoise because I know that at least I kinda like to read little sections of big books at a time and not 10 page long chapters of a book at a time. More to come! I promise! You can comment if you want also! :)
OK, well hope you like it so far!
Back at the Dursley's
It was yet again another average day for Harry Potter, that started with a rather annoying series of bangs on his bedroom door, and his scrawny Aunt Petunia shouting at him violently to get up, and make breakfast for their perfect little angel Duddly. Of course to Harry, Duddly was the furthest from perfect that you could possibly get.
"Coming", Harry responded obediently as he threw on a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt that were 2 times his size, being that they had used be Duddly's and Duddly was the perhaps the fattest boy that you could ever come across.
Harry Potter was by no means a welcome member of the Dursley household, nor did he enjoy being there. This was because Harry was not exactly what you would call an average 14-year-old boy. No, Harry Potter was a wizard, and a rather famous wizard at that. In fact the only reason that he was with the Dursley's at all was because his parents had been murdered by the most evil wizard of all time, Voldemort, and he had no place to go for the summer vacation. During the rest of the year, Harry was able to stay with his own kind, at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. At Hogwarts, he had friends, and although he had quite nearly been killed by Voldemort himself over the last four years at Hogwarts, he still would rather be there than with the Dursleys, who were the furthest from magical as you could possibly get.
"Make something special today," Uncle Vernon said slyly as he walked in the room. "Duddly is going to get his drivers permit later". He said this with a kind of sweetness as pride in his voice that he had never given Harry.
"You know," Harry replied hopefully. "If I could learn to drive, you would never need to take me to Kings Cross anymore." He was careful not to mention anything about Hogwarts, as this would have caused Uncle Vernon to go crazy, which would result in "NO" for an answer. Unfortunately, Harry's expectations were correct, even when he didn't mention Hogwarts.
"Are you crazy boy?" Uncle Vernon shouted rather rudely in reply to a mere statement.
"It was only a suggestion", Harry said, not surprised about his Uncle's reaction. "Besides, Duddly goes to Smeltings on the same day, and I was just thinking that it would probably be easier for you if you didn't didn't have to make that dreadful stop to Kings Cross every year." He was getting rather good at maneuvering around all of the Dursleys rules and regulations. Unfortunately, not as good as he had hoped.
"No. The answer is no. End of discussion. Come on my little tike! Time to go get your permit!" Were Uncle Vernon's last remarks before marching out the door with a smirking Duddly behind him.
Over the years, Harry had become a lot less afraid of standing up to his relatives, but he could see that this argument would go no where. Ordinarily, this probably would have disappointed any normal teenage boy, but being a wizard, there were other ways of transportation, and Harry didn't really see the point in going any further with Aunt Petunia about it. He just silently finished the bit of toast that he had made for himself, and headed back upstairs to see if any owl post had arrived. Tomorrow would be Harry's birthday, and he wished that he could for once spend it with his friends Ron and Hermionie, instead of with the horrible Dursleys.
When he got up to his room, Harry found a brilliant surprise.
***Authors Note***
Okay, this is my first time writing a fan fiction and I know it's kinda boring now, but I am starting on the second chapter which will be more interesting right after I post this one. I know the chapters are really short, but I kinda made that on porpoise because I know that at least I kinda like to read little sections of big books at a time and not 10 page long chapters of a book at a time. More to come! I promise! You can comment if you want also! :)
OK, well hope you like it so far!
