Harry Potter was no ordinary boy... He didn't realise it at the young age of eight, but he was to grow up as a wizard, and eventually he was destined to defeat the powerful lord voldemort. As Harry woke in his cupboard under the stairs of number 4, Privet drive to the usual rapping on the door from his aunt Petunia, he had no idea that his life was going to get a whole lot better...
Uncle Vernon left for work at the usual time of 7:30, and soon after, Aunt Petunia took the boys to school. As usual, at school, Harry was bullied by Dudley and his gang of thugs. Harry had no friends, as everyone knew they would be bullied to if they befriended Harry. Harry was forced to give his whole lunch to Dudley, and Harry would just do it, knowing that most of the thugs could knock him out in one punch.
Today, Harry and Dudley were picked up by Mrs Figg, as aunt Petunia was out shopping. As Mrs Figg couldn't drive, she accompanied them on the bus home. As they were approaching the stop for Little Whinging Dudley repeatedly pressed the bell to make the bus stop. The doors opened and they all made their way to the exit... But suddenly Mrs Figg, with surprising agility, through all of her force into a round-house kick, that hit Dudley square on the chest. Dudley was thrown off the ground and on to the pavement below. He wasn't moving. One of the people seating near them on the bus went over to Dudley, got out some sort of stick from his pocket, muttered something under his breath, and walked back in. All Harry could do was stand there, and watch in awe.
"Hit the pedal, Ernie!" Mrs fig called.
"Sure thing Mrs F!" Was the reply from the driver. Finally, Harry found himself able to speak again...
"M- M- Mrs Figg? W- What's going on Mrs Figg?"
Mrs Figg said nothing, and sat down. Again harry spoke.
"Mrs Figg, what's going on?"
"Don't worry, you'll see..." She said, looking out of the window. Harry looked out the window too.
"What are you looki-"
Harry was taken aback by what he saw. It wasn't the usual Little Whinging park, or the houses he knew from this route, instead he saw lush countryside, with a small village in the distance. The bus was ascending a hill, which, craning his neck, looked to be heading towards a house. Although, it was more than a house; it was three or four shacks, piled atop each other. There was overgrown fields behind the building, and harry could see things moving around in there.
"Mrs Figg, where are we?" asked Harry.
"A nice little village called Ottery St. Catchpole. I have some friends here that I'd like you to meet..."