Chapter One
Pig
A hot and sultry day had just slipped into a hot and sultry night, a rarity for the residents of Surrey. In an ordinary town, on an ordinary street, in an ordinary house, there lived a rather extra-ordinary boy. A boy that some knew and loved, others knew about and loved, and yet others still knew and hated. Unfortunately, Harry Potter, 'the boy' was stuck in a house with some of the latter group.
Harry sat by his window, looking out across the street. He could hear Uncle Vernon laughing away downstairs. Aunt Marge had come for a visit and he was locked in Dudley's second bedroom until she had left. He was allowed out of Dudley's second bedroom three times a day after his meals, to use the bathroom. He was not allowed to stink up the house; that would be abnormal, and anything abnormal was forbidden at the Dursley's, except Harry that is. Harry Potter was a wizard, and an abnormal one at that. Being the only known survivor of the killing curse, he was known in the wizarding world for defeating Voldemort.
But, Harry thought, he hadn't defeated Voldemort. Former student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Tom Riddle, now Lord Voldemort, was back. If his friends' letters were any indication, he was back with a vengeance. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was blaming the attacks of Voldemort and his followers on...
"Har-ry Potter" Uncle Vernon shouted. "You, you, you horrible miscreant, get down here right now."
Uh-oh, Harry thought, what now? He crossed to the door, and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Boy, get down here right now," Uncle Vernon screamed.
"I can't open the door," Harry called, exasperated. But Uncle Vernon was in no mood to be reckoned with. Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs and unlocked Harry's door. He stomped in holding what looked like a ball of fluff in his hand.
He back handed Harry across the cheek and roared "do you know what happened to us, boy? Do you?" Uncle Vernon looked very purple and extremely mad.
"Uh- no," Harry replied, backing up from Uncle Vernon and rubbing his cheek. When did that change Harry thought, why did Pig go to my aunt and uncle and not me.
"Well, this, this thing, flew in on us and pooped on Marge's head." Uncle Vernon yelled, looking very dangerous. "This is the last straw, back to the cupboard with you. Dudley wants his second bedroom back and..."
Ding-dong. The door bell rang.
Pig
A hot and sultry day had just slipped into a hot and sultry night, a rarity for the residents of Surrey. In an ordinary town, on an ordinary street, in an ordinary house, there lived a rather extra-ordinary boy. A boy that some knew and loved, others knew about and loved, and yet others still knew and hated. Unfortunately, Harry Potter, 'the boy' was stuck in a house with some of the latter group.
Harry sat by his window, looking out across the street. He could hear Uncle Vernon laughing away downstairs. Aunt Marge had come for a visit and he was locked in Dudley's second bedroom until she had left. He was allowed out of Dudley's second bedroom three times a day after his meals, to use the bathroom. He was not allowed to stink up the house; that would be abnormal, and anything abnormal was forbidden at the Dursley's, except Harry that is. Harry Potter was a wizard, and an abnormal one at that. Being the only known survivor of the killing curse, he was known in the wizarding world for defeating Voldemort.
But, Harry thought, he hadn't defeated Voldemort. Former student of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Tom Riddle, now Lord Voldemort, was back. If his friends' letters were any indication, he was back with a vengeance. Fudge, the Minister of Magic, was blaming the attacks of Voldemort and his followers on...
"Har-ry Potter" Uncle Vernon shouted. "You, you, you horrible miscreant, get down here right now."
Uh-oh, Harry thought, what now? He crossed to the door, and tried to open it. It was locked.
"Boy, get down here right now," Uncle Vernon screamed.
"I can't open the door," Harry called, exasperated. But Uncle Vernon was in no mood to be reckoned with. Uncle Vernon stomped up the stairs and unlocked Harry's door. He stomped in holding what looked like a ball of fluff in his hand.
He back handed Harry across the cheek and roared "do you know what happened to us, boy? Do you?" Uncle Vernon looked very purple and extremely mad.
"Uh- no," Harry replied, backing up from Uncle Vernon and rubbing his cheek. When did that change Harry thought, why did Pig go to my aunt and uncle and not me.
"Well, this, this thing, flew in on us and pooped on Marge's head." Uncle Vernon yelled, looking very dangerous. "This is the last straw, back to the cupboard with you. Dudley wants his second bedroom back and..."
Ding-dong. The door bell rang.