Chapter One

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Harry awoke one brisk morning only to find that the nightmare hadn't ended. He was stills tuck at Number Four Privet Drive with the most gruesome people on the planet: the Durselys. The Dursleys aren't any to complain, according to them their the most perfect family ever (and then some). The leader of the family would be Vernon Dursley. He is a short man with not enough neck, as much flab as a walrus and an attitude as bad as the smell of his socks after a days work selling drills. He loves his job, he's doing what he does best; scream at people and take money from them. His wife, Petunia Dursley, enjoys interrupting on any business that isn't hers, complaining about everything and spying on the neighbors with her unusually long neck. She's a skinny woman and as strict as Mr. Dursley ever was. To top off their family, it happens that the not-so-happy couple had a baby boy. Dudley wasn't what you could call a wonderful kid. Now that he had grown up from his temper-tantrum and crying to get what you want stage, he was left as a chubby teenager. Dudley had happily inherited his parent's dreadfulness, and enjoyed destroying things. If you ever asked them, however, they would never admit that something is wrong with their family.

Harry looked around his room and sighed, the wind had awoken him at nearly 5:00 in the morning. Even if the Dursley's were afraid of him, they still enjoyed punishing him. Harry knew that if he made any noise, he'd be grounded forever. A few weeks ago, Dudley's clothes had "accidentally" received a few holes. Along with Dudley's brand new shoes. Even though Harry didn't mean to, he was shut inside his room for weeks. If he blew it now, there would be no hope to go to school again so he got out of his bed and closed his window. Before he could finish, the screeching of an owl could be heard. Harry almost laughed; he opened the window and let the snowy bird fly back in. It dropped a few letters from its talons, and flew into a cage in the corner of the room.

"Thanks Hedwig." praised Harry. He handed the owl a treat, while tearing open a letter. A normal family wouldn't have owls flying in at 5:00 in the morning would they? And a normal family would be far from having "accidents" involving a bad temper, would they? No. That is because Harry Potter was the one thing that the Dursley's dreaded.

Harry glanced over the letter and smiled. Never yet has a year come along without a birthday card from Ron or Hermoine, his wizard friends. And it just so happened to be his birthday this morning, his fifteenth.

'Dear Harry', he read along.

'Sorry to hear the muggles have been causing trouble. Never really thought much of them anyway. Sorry to say that everything's been normal around here, Hope you like the gift! Quite a challenge to get, that was. And Hemroine's been pelting me with the owls of doom againl you guessed it. "Oh I do wonder if five rolls of parchment is too much for a History of Magic report...". Other than that, everything's fine! Write back soon Harry!'

Harry blinked as he read along. He grinned and noticed a fairly large package that had arrived with the letter, he opened it and inside was a signed photo of England's Quidditch Team. He had no idea how Ron got one, but Harry smiled and wrote a reply to Ron and turned to his next letter. He remembered that Hermoine was on vacation, so it couldn't be from her. Also, his godfather, Sirius Black, strangely hasn't written him all summer. What could've been wrong? Harry figured that Sirius was on the run again, so he ignored it. Harry glanced over the letter, and paused in confusion.

'Dear Student/Parent/Guardian/Muggle Relative'

the letter announced, Harry couldn't help but grin because he knew Dumbledore had added the last sentence just for him. He continued reading.

'Instead of the usually September the first beginning of term, Term will begin early. Term is beginning August the First for reasons that will be mentioned as you arrive. Thank you, we look forward to seeing you there.'

'-Albus Dumbledore'

Harry grinned widely. School would start an entire month early! Obviously Harry Potter wasn't an ordinary boy; the fact that he liked school was enough to tell you that. Harry also had his school supplies locked in a cupboard, since the Dursley's weren't very fond of magic. Especially since Harry had once made his 'Aunt' Marge inflate like a balloon and float to the ceiling. His supplies consisted of spellbooks, cauldrons and broomsticks. Harry's school was none other than Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Harry Potter was a wizard.

Harry awoke a few hours later, on a beautiful summer's day, to the banging of Mrs. Dursley on the door, followed by the screaming of Mr. Dursley.

"Get up already boy! You're going to make Dudley late for his breakfast!" the man wailed, his voice seemed to trail through the entire house. Harry shrugged and woke up with a yawn. He knew for a fact that Dudley was still sleeping like a brick, anyway.

Harry yawned and rubbed his eyes, realizing he fell asleep with his letters scattered across the floor. He quickly jumped to his feet. Harry was now finally gaining a bit of height at his age, and stretched his arms out to almost reach the ceiling. He yawned again, glanced down at the letters and quickly collected them.

"Boy! Get down here NOW!" Mr. Dursley was like a bomb now; Harry knew better than to let him explode. Harry collected his clothes and threw on a shirt and some pants, locked the letters away under the loose board below his bed, and crawled downstairs to his certain punishment. As Harry crept down the stairs, he couldn't help but overhear the television.

"Strangely, figures dressed in black long capes and robes have been spotted around England." Harry listened carefully. "Some have even reported to see figures flying on sticks! Many who have claimed to see them have had strange sickness or memory loss. The government denies any knowledge of this."

Harry blinked as he walked into the kitchen to see Dudley munching on multiple pieces of toast, obviously cheating on his diet that was sure to blow up in his face. Harry couldn't help but wonder how wizards, or shapes in black robes flying around on broomsticks, could get around without being removed by the Ministry of Magic. And the ministry couldn't even handle keeping muggles from getting into it?

"Hurry up and eat already!" Vernon grunted from over his paper and gestured with it to the small slab of cheese on a napkin. Harry grumbled slightly, but Vernon snapped. "What, Do you want less?!?" it seems Uncle Vernon didn't forget the incident. Harry shuddered and munched down his morsel of cheese and sighed.

Harry finished his meal and sighed with boredom now. He decided the best thing to do was just to keep quiet for the rest of the day and did just that. Since Dudley never let harry near the television, or on one of his many computers, toys or bicycles that he seldom used, Harry spent most of the day up in his room. There he was reading over his letters again and watching the window for any letter from Sirius. Before long, night had struck. Harry fed Hedwig again, gazing out at the night sky. She let out a small hoot of affection. The owl fluttered its wings and soon fell asleep. Harry lay back on his bed in thought, ready to fall asleep.

Yet Harry couldn't help but worry why school would be called back so early. "Why would Hogwarts be called in once again so early? Maybe they just wanted to start the year off quickly", thought Harry. "Maybe they wanted to extend the year?" he asked himself again. Harry sighed and turned over in bed. "How about Sirius, never replying to any owl he sent? What could possibly be wrong? And what about the muggle sightings of wizards?"

Harry, with these in thought, drifted off to sleep. But he was awoken in a slightly different manner the next morning. Harry, woke up and looked into the eyes of someone. That someone didn't look very friendly.