Baby Harry Goes to the past
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing, it's all J.K. Rowling's and do I LOOK like her? No. Therefore this isn't mine.
Ok this is my FIRST fanfiction so please POSITIVE criticism and I'll be happy to answer any questions
I'll try to make each chapter about 5-6 pages long and hopefully I'll update every Saturday (If I get reviews, and if I have time…I'll let you know if there's going to be a holdup)
Remember…REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW please!
(Oh, and please excuse any spelling mistakes…you can point them out if you want to and I'll fix them later)
Enough of my rambling! Here's the story
"Up! Get up!" said aunt Petunia in her shrill voice. "I up, I up." said the three year old Harry Potter, who woke up to the dim, bottom of the stairs. Aunt Petunia tapped her foot, as she waited for Harry to dress, with a scowl on her face. "Come on, I need you to weed the flower beds, get my tea, and Vernon's coffee ready." She then sniffed and walked away leaving a hungry Harry in the hallway. Harry stumbled his way into the kitchen and did as he was told.
Harry was miserable at the Dursleys, he was starved, and Dudley (At the age of 3) loved to use Harry as a punching bag. 10 points if he managed to break his glasses, 20 if Harry started to cry. "Now go weed the garden, no breakfast. Go!" She said shooing him away, right as Uncle Vernon's thundering footsteps shook the house as he went downstairs. Harry rushed out to the garden, hoping that uncle Vernon won't spot him.
After about five minutes of weeding, Harry saw something silver in the dirt. He took it out, and, very confused, ran into the house, wanting to show Aunt Petunia his discovery. In the process of going through the kitchen door, he tripped and fell, breaking the mysterious object. All of a sudden, in a bright flash, Harry was transported somewhere in time.
Ok…should I continue?
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I only need one and then I'll either drop the story or continue…or I just might continue…
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