Harry Potter woke up to the sound of pounding and his cousin, Dudley yelling out that it was his, Harry's birthday. Harry
sighed and rolled his eyes. Today would be one of the worst days of his life. As long as he could remember he had lived in
this smallcloset underneath the stairs and had been abused. Dudley's favorite thing to do on his birthday was beat up Harry
and then get him in some severe trouble afterward. Harry always dreaded this day.
He came out just as a knock came upon the door. He knew that he should get it, they would yell at him if he didn't, so he walked to the door and opened it. Before him was the oldest man that Harry had ever seen. He wore long purple robes and half moon glasses.
"Are you Harry Potter?" The old man asked, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Yes, sir I am. How can I help you?" Harry asked, studying the man's face. For some reason he felt as if he had seen this face before, in a dream of some sort.
"I need to talk to your aunt and uncle, if I may," the old man said,looking around the house. Harry nodded and led him inside, towards the kitchen where the family was having breakfast. Vernon looked up over his paper and spat out his coffe all over the place. Petunia turned and dropped the plate that was in her hand. It crashed and broke all over her white floor.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Vernon roared, raising up from his chair with some difficulty.
"Do not get violent. You know why I am here and he must know what is going on. You were to tell him, but I knew you never would. Now shut up you stupid horrible man before I curse you," the old man warned, bringing out a beautifully crafted stick. Vernon shut his mouth and sat back down. The old man turned and smiled kindly at him. Harry swallowed hard.
"Harry Potter, your mother was Lily Evans and your father was James Potter. You look exactly like James, except you have your mother's emerald eyes. Now what I am to tell you may not seem real, but it is. Your parents were wizards. Well, your mother was a witch and your father was a wizard, but I digress. You are a wizard, Harry. You are to come with me and go to the school, which I am headmaster of, called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I am the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. I knew your parents," Dumbledore told him. Harry blinked in surprise.
"I think you have the wrong Harry Potter," Harry said softly, not wanting to believe this wonderful thing.
"It is true. Your aunt is a muggle, non magical person. Ask her about it," Dumbledore said, motioning over to the frightened woman by the counter. Harry looked over at her now scowling face.
"Yes, it's true. Your blasted mother was a freak. I knew you would be a freak as well, so we tried to beat it out of you. I see we didn't beat you hard enough," Petunia sneered.
"When can I leave?" Harry asked, turning back to Dumbledore.
"Right now," Dumbledore answered, starting for the door.
"THAT BOY IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Vernon roared again, getting up out of his seat.
"You have no say in the matter," Dumbledore threatened, his wand sticking out. Vernon stopped and looked at it nervously. He turned around and escorted Harry Potter away from the house. Harry looked back only once and smiled. He was free. Finally,
truly free and he vowed that he would never be back.
He came out just as a knock came upon the door. He knew that he should get it, they would yell at him if he didn't, so he walked to the door and opened it. Before him was the oldest man that Harry had ever seen. He wore long purple robes and half moon glasses.
"Are you Harry Potter?" The old man asked, a sparkle in his eyes.
"Yes, sir I am. How can I help you?" Harry asked, studying the man's face. For some reason he felt as if he had seen this face before, in a dream of some sort.
"I need to talk to your aunt and uncle, if I may," the old man said,looking around the house. Harry nodded and led him inside, towards the kitchen where the family was having breakfast. Vernon looked up over his paper and spat out his coffe all over the place. Petunia turned and dropped the plate that was in her hand. It crashed and broke all over her white floor.
"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!" Vernon roared, raising up from his chair with some difficulty.
"Do not get violent. You know why I am here and he must know what is going on. You were to tell him, but I knew you never would. Now shut up you stupid horrible man before I curse you," the old man warned, bringing out a beautifully crafted stick. Vernon shut his mouth and sat back down. The old man turned and smiled kindly at him. Harry swallowed hard.
"Harry Potter, your mother was Lily Evans and your father was James Potter. You look exactly like James, except you have your mother's emerald eyes. Now what I am to tell you may not seem real, but it is. Your parents were wizards. Well, your mother was a witch and your father was a wizard, but I digress. You are a wizard, Harry. You are to come with me and go to the school, which I am headmaster of, called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. I am the Headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. I knew your parents," Dumbledore told him. Harry blinked in surprise.
"I think you have the wrong Harry Potter," Harry said softly, not wanting to believe this wonderful thing.
"It is true. Your aunt is a muggle, non magical person. Ask her about it," Dumbledore said, motioning over to the frightened woman by the counter. Harry looked over at her now scowling face.
"Yes, it's true. Your blasted mother was a freak. I knew you would be a freak as well, so we tried to beat it out of you. I see we didn't beat you hard enough," Petunia sneered.
"When can I leave?" Harry asked, turning back to Dumbledore.
"Right now," Dumbledore answered, starting for the door.
"THAT BOY IS NOT GOING ANYWHERE!" Vernon roared again, getting up out of his seat.
"You have no say in the matter," Dumbledore threatened, his wand sticking out. Vernon stopped and looked at it nervously. He turned around and escorted Harry Potter away from the house. Harry looked back only once and smiled. He was free. Finally,
truly free and he vowed that he would never be back.