This book is based on the last Harry Potter book, Deathly Hollows. Although I have not read that certain book yet, I had a dream about what it would be like. So I guess, here it goes…

Chapter One-

BEEP! BEEP!

Harry Potter's dusty old alarm clock rang in his ear. He grabbed his glasses off the side of his nightstand and looked at the faded black screen. It read 9/1 - 7:00; he had exactly 4 hours before the train left for Hogwarts, the most famous school for young witches and wizards. Harry quickly jumped out of his rusty metal bed, picked out his clothes and laid them on his oak dresser. His dresser shook as he laid his clothing on it and Hedwig yelped.

"It's all right girl. Everything is okay.", Harry soothed his pet owl and then headed for the downstairs bathroom.

After gathering a towel and a washcloth from the linen closet, he turned the shower on its warmest setting. Harry took his good old time taking his shower. He needed to relax for his second to last day of riding the Hogwarts Express.

"Wow", Harry thought, "I can't believe that this is my final year of Hogwarts. After 6 years, this is my last. It's finally over. After all we've been through, this is the end."

Harry was still in awe when his Uncle Vernon started to bang on the door.

"Humph", Harry thought to himself, "Uncle Vernon can ruin the most perfect moments"

"Hurry up boy! We haven't got all day for you to take a dang shower!" his uncle could be a very impatient man.

After 10 minutes Harry turned off the shower and wrapped a faded tan towel around his pruned body. He was shivering like crazy. Half way through his shower the hot water had run out and he had to put up with ice cold water the rest of the time. It wasn't that bad though, he was used to cold showers when he was at the Dursley's house.

"I said hurry it up in there!" Uncle Vernon screamed at Harry. Uncle Vernon had no patience, for anyone. He was now the owner of his supposedly successful drill company. Harry could only guess that the five people who had just quit Uncle Vernon's company the other day had another reason than Aunt Petunia's comforting explanation that they must have just hated drills. Uncle Vernon's impatience was obviously the reason why his five employees quit.

"I'm coming!" Harry opened the door and quickly ran up the crooked stairs towards his bedroom.

Uncle Vernon was dressed in his blue and white striped robe with his navy blue slippers which had holes throughout the entire bottom.

"Harry Potter! You better not be going to that magic school today!" Uncle Vernon's face was beet red.

"No Uncle Vernon. No I am not." Harry responded.

Of course that was a lie, Harry just didn't want to get yelled at again.

Harry took his grey sweater, from Hermione, off of his dresser and slid it over his black hair. He buttoned his jeans and took a quick glance at his clock. It now read 9/1 – 8:04, plenty of time to get to the train station. He fed Hedwig her breakfast and then went downstairs to eat his own.

"Oh good Harry! You're up! I need you to cook us some eggs and bacon." Aunt Petunia yelled at Harry, "Now!"

Harry had enough of her bossing him around. Every day since he was allowed to use the stove, Harry was forced to cook them bacon and eggs. Every… single… day. It got tiring and in Harry's opinion, was too much work for a young boy like himself.

"No", Harry took his spot at the table.

"What did you just say to me?"

Just then Uncle Vernon stepped into the room.

"Vernon, do you hear this boy? He won't cook breakfast!" Aunt Petunia was steaming mad.

"Really? Well he also used up all of the hot water! And believe me boy, I do not like taking a cold shower." Uncle Vernon was even madder than Aunt Petunia.

"Well… I'm not your slave. What have I done to deserve this?" Harry now was seated with his hands folded in his lap.

"What have you done? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!?" Uncle Vernon was gasping for air. "YOU boy, are a WIZARD! That's exactly what you've done!"

"That doesn't even make sense" Harry was grinning. It was enjoyable to watch his evil aunt and uncle get mad.

"Well to us it does. And anyways, you are abnormal. Did you hear me? You are not normal." Aunt Petunia's face was red; Harry could almost see the steam coming out of her ears.

"But to me, you, as humans, are abnormal." Harry was chuckling under his breath.

"In the cupboard! NOW!" Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry's ear and started to drag him towards his old bedroom, the cupboard under the stairs.

Uncle Vernon slammed the door and shoved a piece of toast through the bottom.

"You can't keep doing this to me! Before you know it, I'll be eighteen and not under your supervision! I'll be living with every other witch and wizard!", Harry screamed as loud as he possibly could.

"Don't you EVER talk about magic again! Do you hear me? Never EVER talk about it AGAIN!", Uncle Vernon couldn't breath now. Harry could hear him wheeze while he chewed on the fat of his bacon.

Harry nibbled on the toast and waited until Uncle Vernon went to work at 9:00 and Aunt Petunia went to the basement to do laundry so he could sneak out. Since Dudley was at a boarding school now, all Harry had to worry about was his aunt and uncle.

He used a spell to unlock the door and then opened it slightly, checking to make sure no one was around. Then he snuck up the stair as quiet as possible to gather his things.

Uncle Vernon had left late for work so now it was 9:30, not much time if Harry wanted to get a good seat on the train. Harry had his belongings in his hands, ready to sneak out. He opened the front door and to his surprise, Hagrid was sitting in the driveway of 4 Privet Drive, on his flying motorcycle.

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