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Harry Potter was sent to live with his only relative after the tragic death of his parents. Both James and Lily Potter were killed by the Dark Lord Voldemort in the attempt of protecting their only son, Harry, who was destined by a prophecy to save the wizarding world one day.
On that fateful night at Godric Hollow, not only the sacrifice the Potters have made, managed to save their son, but also succeeded in destroying the evil Dark Lord. The Dark Lord's greatest enemy, is something so common, yet so powerful, and almost exists in every living being, Who Could Have Guessed, It Is
Love.
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Harry's only relative was Aunt Petunia. She was Lily's sister. She had a small family of her own at Privet Drive. Her husband was Vernon Dursley and their son was Dudley a.k.a Sweetums.
Aunt Petunia dislike Lily and magic, because she was jealous and angry at what she thought was unfairness that her sister,Lily was a witch. Her resentment towards magic grew over the years of her life.
And now, she hated it even more. But still, she was afraid of it.
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One morning, as she opened the door of her house to pick up the morning post, Aunt Petunia found a basket placed on the doorstep. In it, was a baby, peacefully sleeping with a letter tucked beside him.
Aunt Petunia was shocked by the founding, and had thought that she might have been dreaming when the baby suddenly opened his eyes and hold out his hands.
"He's smilling," she thought," and who could be this child belongs to?"
Then, she saw the letter.
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