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Harry Potter, a sixteen-year-old boy was dreading getting off the train to start the summer holidays. Harry Potter was not a normal boy. In fact, he was far from normal - he was a wizard. This means that he can make things happen by saying a couple of words. However, he is still not the same as every other witch or wizard. He just happens to be lucky enough to be the saviour of the wizarding world, which means that he is responsible for defeating the Dark Lord, Voldemort.
Harry has beautiful emerald green eyes, unruly jet-black hair, and is fit from all the years of playing quidditch on his house team. Harry has one feature that everyone can recognize him by - he his thin, lightning bolt-shaped scar in the middle of his forehead. His to best friends are Ron Wealsey and Hermione Granger.
Ron Weasley is a tall lanky boy with orange red hair that all of the Weasleys seem to inherit. Ron has one trait that makes people wary of him. That is that he becomes extremely jealous when other people have things that he is unable to receive, as his family is very poor.
Hermione Granger, Harry's other best friend, has brown hair that is very bushy. She is also very smart and is the top of her year at Hogwarts. She follows Harry through thick and thin.
When Harry arrived at platform 93/4, he could not see his relatives and briefly thought that he would not have to go and live with them over the summer break. When he went around the corner and saw his Aunt and Uncle, he knew that it was too good to be true.
"Have a good summer," Ron said.
"Will do Ron," Harry said with fake cheerfulness.
"Don't forget to owl us Harry," Hermione said.
"How could I forget? I will write you every other day okay," Harry replied.
Harry then left his friends and walked to his Uncle's car. He put his suitcase into the back of the car, getting in himself only after listening to his Uncle's yells about him getting his ass into the car.
Three and a half hours later, they arrived at number four privet drive, where his Uncle dragged Harry out and threw him into his too small room. Harry's room (if it could be called a room) had next to nothing in it. It contained a bed that was far too small, and a desk that lookd as if it would collapse at the drop of a feather. The room also has a closet, which contains all of the clothes that Harry is given after his whale of a cousin out grows them. When he got over the shock of being thrown into the room, he wandered over to the bed and laid down on it. He was asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next day, Harry found a letter on his desk listing off all the chores he had to do before the end of the day. Therefore, Harry went down to start the chores he had to do. Since the family was on an all-fruit and veggie diet because of Dudley being vastly overweight, he was given a bowl of fruit salad that could fit inside the palm of his hand while everyone else had regular sized bowls. By noon, Harry had all of his chores done except for the weeding of the garden. He started working on the garden when after five minutes of fighting with the weeds they started to cooperate with him.
For the next couple of weeks the routine was the same; Harry was given a list of chores to be done before they ate dinner, which was at five p.m. If he some how did not do the chores as well as his Uncle wanted them to be done he would be beaten. After he finished his chores, he would go out, run around the block, and do simple exercises. Because of the workout he had been doing, he started to develop muscles. The day before Harry's birthday, he was surprised that he did not receive any letters from his friends. Doing his chores as usual, Harry started to do the dishes when his uncle picked up a plate and began to examine it.
"Boy! This dish is not clean," Vernon stated.
"Yes it is." Harry said defensively, preparing to defend himself from the verbal abuse he knew was going to come.
"Don't you dare talk back to me boy!" Vernon yelled
"When did I yell at you?" Harry said with venom lacing his every word. He was barley keeping his anger in check at this point.
"Boy! YOU WILL REWASH THIS RIGHT NOW!" Vernon shouted, his face contorted in anger.
"No!" Harry simply replied.
"What. Did.You. Say?" Vernon choked out.
"I said no." Harry replied.
"Fine. If you won't listen to my rules you will go upstairs to your bed with out dinner." Vernon stated.
Harry marched up the stairs to his room knowing that there was no sense in trying to argue with his uncle. He started to pack his belongings planning, to leave when everyone fell asleep. Three hours later, he could hear the snores of his obese cousin and fat Uncle. He picked up his suitcase and Hedwig's cage with her in it. He made it to the bottom of the creaky staircase before he heard movement upstairs. Harry froze in case his Uncle was going to check his room to see if he was still in bed. After hearing that the person went into the bathroom, he breathed a sigh of relief. Five minutes later, Harry was out of the house and at the corner of the street, when his watch beeped to signal that it was midnight.
Just then a bright white light appeared.
