A/N: This is my first story. I do not own Harry Potter. It is JKR. Folks, sorry about the unreadable chapters, but I am new to this thing.
Also, tell me in the reviews how much words do you thing must come in one chapter
"Harry's eyes snapped open as he sat upright. Harry was having a weird dream. He was on a flying motorcycle. Then there was a flash of green towards Harry. A small snowy object came towards Harry, and it intercepted the green light. Harry saw the snowy thing fall down. Then suddenly there was a jerk, as the motorcycle began to fall. He was falling rapidly, losing altitude. The ground was nearing. 50m...20m...10m...5m. Then all was black as Harry woke from the weird dream. "Harry dear, are you up?" came the voice of his Aunt Petunia. "Yes Aunt. I am coming down," said Harry, as he rushed to the bathroom and began to brush. After brushing his teeth, Harry took a quick shower before rushing downstairs. Uncle Veron was flipping through the newspaper, as usual, his stocky, contorted face staring at the news. Occasionally, he would wince. Dudley was watching the television. On spotting Harry, Dudley said "Good morning, Harry" Harry returned the smile. The cousins were physically quite different. Harry was a thin boy, but he was not underweight. Dudley was a fat boy, but he was not obese. Aunt Petunia had to force the second servings down Harry's throat. And she had to stop Dudley taking his fourth servings. And though both of the cousins were different in their appearances, both loved each other very much. Right then the noise of the catflap being open came through. "Get the mail Harry!" said Uncle Veron. "Make Dudley get it," said Harry. "Hey! I was watching television. You came there. You get it." Dudley said as the cousins began to bicker. "Stop both of you! I will myself get it!" said Uncle Veron, beginning to fold his newspaper. "No, no, no! Wait! I will bring it!" said Harry, as he rushed to the door. There were three envelopes lying there. One was from Aunt Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and - a letter for Harry!
"Harry rubbed his eyes. He had never been written to before. Harry sure had friends at the school, but none of them had written to him before. Why would someone bother to write now? "It must be a mistake," thought Harry. But as soon as he saw the address, he was sure there was no mistake. The address was:
"Mr. H. Potter
"The Smallest Bedroom
"4 Privet Drive
"Little Whinging
Surrey
"The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H. "Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke. "Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, looking at the postcard.
Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.
"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk...". "Umm… Uncle" interrupted Harry. Uncle Veron looked up to him. "Yes, Harry?" He asked. "I...I got a letter too!" Harry said. Dudley suddenly sat upright. Uncle Veron blinked. "Who would…" began Veron, but then he saw the strange crest on the envelope. His eyes widened and his face became red. "Petunia! Petunia! PETUNIA!" yelled Veron. "Yes! Why are you yelling so loudly? You will wake the dead!" said Aunt Petunia, appearing in the doorway. Uncle Veron showed her the letter. "It's time!" he said. Aunt Petunia's eyes widened, as she paled. Nodding, she came and sat down. "Harry, my boy. There is a huge thing that we were hiding for you. Listen!" said Veron as he began the story.
"So what you want to say is that there is another world full of magic," asked Harry incredulously. His aunt and uncle nodded. "And my parents did not die in a car crash, but it was a bad wizard who killed them?" said Harry, getting a nod in response. "And also that the wizard tried to kill me, but was unable to kill me" asked Harry. He got another nod. Harry sighed. "Uncle, Aunt. It was a nice movie, but today is not April first and I aint no fool" said Harry. His Uncle and Aunt shared exasperated looks. "Well, then wait an hour or two. You will get the proof right away!" said Uncle Veron. Harry shrugged. Turning to Dudley he asked "Wanna play a game of chess?" "Sure" replied Dudley. Harry and Dudley sat down as they began their game.
Dudley and Harry were still playing their game of chess, but it was about to finish. Dudley placed his queen at a position. "Check" he said, as the queen targeted the king. Harry looked around the board and suddenly laughed. "You forgot to protect you queen!" he said. As he took his knight. It was moved across, and Harry captured Dudley's queen. Instead of wincing, Dudley smiled. "When a powerful opponent gives you a major hand for no reason at all, you must always check if that was a distraction or not." said Dudley. His bishop, who's path was first obstructed by the knight, was now moved in a position fatal to the king "Check and Mate" he said. Harry looked at the board. It truly was a mate. "You can't beat me yet," said Dudley. "Let's rematch," said Harry. "Nobody is rematching" said Uncle Veron, entering the dining room. Uncle Veron and Aunt Petunia were trying to do something with the fireplace in the hall. "Harry! Dudley! Quickly wind up the chess set, and come to the hall. We have guests." said Uncle Veron. Quickly putting all the chess pieces in the box, and shutting it's lid tight, Harry and Dudley walked to the hall. A woman was sitting in a chair, next to the fireplace. Harry was sure that the chair did not belong to the house. The woman was a medium-sized, stern-looking woman, her black hair tied in a bun. She was wearing black wizard robes and a black hat. She wore a spectacle. Her expressions were stern and crisp. Harry's first thought was that she was not someone to be messed with. As soon as she saw Harry, her expression did not change, but her eyes became warmer. "Good afternoon, Mr. Potter" said the woman. "My name is Minevra McGonagall. I am the Deputy Headmistress at Hogwarts," she said. "Hogwarts? That magic school?" asked Harry. He felt a little annoyed that his uncle and aunt were still letting the joke go on. But when he looked at them, their faces were more serious than the time Dudley was bitten by a rabid dog. "At least hear her out!" thought Harry, as he looked at the woman. "Ma'am, I politely state that there is no such thing as magic." said Harry. Something changed inside Minevra's eyes. The warmth was no longer there. If anything, there was a trace of disappointment. "Well, then a practical must be there." she said. Without notice, she took her wand out. She pointed at the table, and it began to levitate. Harry shrugged. He had seen this act many times in the magic shows. But then something took him aback. The table was quickly turned into a series of objects, including a paperweight, a blanket, a water bottle, and even a deer! Quickly the thing was turned into a ball and was thrown towards Harry, who instinctively caught it. He looked at the ball. "Expelliarms," said the woman, as an unknown force pulled the ball out of his hands. In mid-motion, the ball turned into a paper aeroplane, which suddenly was set on fire. It quickly combusted away, leaving the ashes lying there. Pointing her wand at the ashes, the Minevra casted some more charms, as they turned back into the original table. "Tell me, Mr. Potter. Do you still think magic is from the fantasy storybooks?" she asked.