~Harry Potter and The One Stone~ written
by:Mrs.Bloom007
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter. Is it true about all the legends we heard? Is it true he escaped death with nothing but a scar on his forhead? "Harry, damn it! wake up already!!" shouted Dursley from the kitchen,"Its noon already, today is Dudleys birthday!" "Dursley,dear would u like french toast or pancakes? How about my dudders?" It is the first day of summer. And yet Harry felt as if it was the end of the world. Harry Potter the skinny boy, with black messy hair,and fine green eyes had escaped death once,with nothing but a scar with the shape of a lightning bolt pasted on his forhead. He doesnt know very much about his parents. Which (as Dursley put it) died on the day Harry was born. Lily (his mom) died of a stroke,and James died of all the excitement. Harry believes this isnt true. He knows there is something mystical about him, but what? He couldnt figure out. If he asked, his uncle was sure to put up a fit. Harry slept in the basement. Its was very old,in poor condition,and tearing apart. Harry once thought of the posibility of mold growing on the walls. Harry woke up,and banged his head on the pipe. "Ow!Just what i need to start a hot summer day." He got up and stared at the floor. Thinking of how this day should go. "Harry i told u once and im not telling u again! Get up,now." Roared Dursley from the top of the stairs. "Well, then why are u telling me to get up?" asked Harry in bewilderment. "What did u say boy?" "I didnt say anything!" protested Harry Dursley went back to the table. Harry then showed up a few minutes later. He was wearing old socks,baggy pants,and a black shirt. He sat down in a chair across Aunt Petunia. Nobody said anything to harry. All of a sudden there was wind in the house and owls flew everywhere. Aunt Petunia screaming at the top of here lungs. Dudley running into a closed closet, Uncle Dursley yelling at the birds. "damn these nightly creatures", and Harry exicedly Grabbed ahold of the owls feet and grabbed the letter attached to it. he ran to the basement. Dursley then began to chase harry. Harry locked the door to the basement, and ran to his bed. He layed on his stomach opening the letter. It was addressed to him. But who would write to him. Nobody knows him. There was a loud noise by the door "HARRY, YOU OPEN THS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I DEMAND OF YOU GIMME THAT LETTER!!!!" screamed Dursley "In his dreams." whispered Harry. he opened the letter. Nervous,and filled with the excitment.
Chapter 1:
Harry Potter. Is it true about all the legends we heard? Is it true he escaped death with nothing but a scar on his forhead? "Harry, damn it! wake up already!!" shouted Dursley from the kitchen,"Its noon already, today is Dudleys birthday!" "Dursley,dear would u like french toast or pancakes? How about my dudders?" It is the first day of summer. And yet Harry felt as if it was the end of the world. Harry Potter the skinny boy, with black messy hair,and fine green eyes had escaped death once,with nothing but a scar with the shape of a lightning bolt pasted on his forhead. He doesnt know very much about his parents. Which (as Dursley put it) died on the day Harry was born. Lily (his mom) died of a stroke,and James died of all the excitement. Harry believes this isnt true. He knows there is something mystical about him, but what? He couldnt figure out. If he asked, his uncle was sure to put up a fit. Harry slept in the basement. Its was very old,in poor condition,and tearing apart. Harry once thought of the posibility of mold growing on the walls. Harry woke up,and banged his head on the pipe. "Ow!Just what i need to start a hot summer day." He got up and stared at the floor. Thinking of how this day should go. "Harry i told u once and im not telling u again! Get up,now." Roared Dursley from the top of the stairs. "Well, then why are u telling me to get up?" asked Harry in bewilderment. "What did u say boy?" "I didnt say anything!" protested Harry Dursley went back to the table. Harry then showed up a few minutes later. He was wearing old socks,baggy pants,and a black shirt. He sat down in a chair across Aunt Petunia. Nobody said anything to harry. All of a sudden there was wind in the house and owls flew everywhere. Aunt Petunia screaming at the top of here lungs. Dudley running into a closed closet, Uncle Dursley yelling at the birds. "damn these nightly creatures", and Harry exicedly Grabbed ahold of the owls feet and grabbed the letter attached to it. he ran to the basement. Dursley then began to chase harry. Harry locked the door to the basement, and ran to his bed. He layed on his stomach opening the letter. It was addressed to him. But who would write to him. Nobody knows him. There was a loud noise by the door "HARRY, YOU OPEN THS DOOR RIGHT NOW! I DEMAND OF YOU GIMME THAT LETTER!!!!" screamed Dursley "In his dreams." whispered Harry. he opened the letter. Nervous,and filled with the excitment.