The Potters

Stranger things had happened to him, Harry Potter would say. One of which was defeating a huge venomous snake under a magic school, or perhaps rescuing a fancy stone from some guy which two faces and a thirst for blood. No, no, listen here, it's definitely helping an escaped alleged murder fly away from certain doom on a giant horsebird. Maybe it's escaping the worst dark lord in a millennia 4+ times, but who's even counting, right?

Said Mr. Harry James Potter lived on 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey. Delightful town though it certainly was, Harry Potter despised every minute minute he spent there. That's not to say, of course, that his minutes were minute. Actually they were long, dried, dredged out for miles and left to bake with sewage in the lovely hot summer sun. With Marge's dogs. Anyway, Mr. Harry here lived with two whales and a horse...

I mean his uncle, cousin, and aunt. Why would I ever call such wonderful people names? Back to Harry.

As previously stated, he hated his time spent at Durzkaban, only letters from his Hermione (and that git Ron) could calm him from actually creating a jinx combined with a hex combined with a curse and sending that shiner at Señor and Señora Suburb. Harry often scoffed thinking about how they soaked up all the praise at their yard work when it was he who actually did it. He was actually very good at it now. I mean he wasn't Neville Longbottom but, his green thumb might just be a bit, you know, [insert corny punch line here].

You're probably wondering who's telling this magnificent story right? Well now you are.

It's none other than... Hedwig.

That was a joke.

It's Harry and Hermy's soul angel. Of course this is their story, but I might barge in a while to spice things up a bit.
Oh! I'm Cory, by the way. According to John I am the most annoying angel you'll ever meet. That could be debatable.

By me, obviously. — Snape voice.

I'm just here for the introduction, let me slip this story to Hairy Pawter's viewpoint, not that he knows.

See ya!

Harry woke up with a cry. His breathing was heavy and sweat slicked his face. His raven hair stuck to the tan skin beneath. Harry concentrated and his hair went back to normal. A flash of emerald eyes and he looked good as new. Good as new can be with the Durselys. He grumbled and sat up, reaching for his glasses before jamming them on his face. He pulled on some oversized clothes and stuck his wand in the baggy pocket. Harry sighed and grabbed a quill and some ink.

Dear Hermione,

Thank you for the food and things. My relatives aren't too bad... Harry scratched that out. His back ached from recent... Vernon.
They may be.. a little bad. There really is no need to come. A few dots of ink splotched the paper.

Do you have any dittany, by the way? I... Ink Dots. Petunia doesn't like blood on the carpet.
I cannot wait to see you again. Remember to keep the act up with Ron and Percy if you see him. Dumbledore should come up with a plan soon. Tell him not to come get me if you see him, I did decline his offer to get me out of here in the first place.

Lots of Love,

Harry

Harry rubbed his shoulder and blew on the ink before straightening up and handing the letter to Hedwig. Harry opened the door softly and set to work on making the house spotless.

After several grueling hours of dusting, mopping, and washing, a knock was heard at the door. Harry fixed his posture and mumbled about post people. After he opened the door he jumped back.
Actually, he was flung back by a giant bushy plethora of hair. "Harry!"

Harry winced and Hermione pulled them off the floor and began to kiss him when a throat was cleared and they turned to see none other than Albus P.W.B. Dumbledore. Harry smiled and Albus' eyes twinkled. "How are you, Harry?" he asked.

Harry shrugged and winced. Hermione sighed. "I told you I would be glad to have you at my house!" she said quietly. Harry smiled at her, but his back cracked and he staggered. Albus' posture straightened and he flicked his wand and levitated Harry to the couch. "I'm fine," he tried to protest. Hermione glared at him. "You are not fine!"

Harry sighed and closed his eyes. Dumbledore waved his wand over Harry's body and flinched as a roll of magical parchment came up to him with a diagnoses.

Harry Potter

2 broken ribs,
Malnourishment,
Multiple laceration on back,
Magical Block on core: 59%, leaching,
broken wrist

Dumbledore's eyes widened and he hurriedly waved his wand in a complex pattern and chanted in Latin.
A burst of magic erupted from Harry, healing his wounds. Hermione gaped and Dumbledore nodded, satisfied.

"I do not understand how that block got there, but I will be investigating," Albus stated. Hermione nodded.

Harry's eyes opened and he smiled at the two of them. "What happened?"

Hermione looked to Albus and then at Harry. "You had a block on your magical core, but I took care of that. It was leaching," the headmaster said.

Harry's eyes widened and he looked to Hermione frantically. She nodded. Harry sighed and got up.

"Breakfast?" he asked.