Chapter one: The Unexpected Surprise
Harry Potter woke up suddenly early on the morning of his Cousin Dudley's birthday. The bright early morning sunshine shone in on is face from his upstairs bedroom window, which faced Privet Drive. He noticed that someone else was in the room, and that it had been her who forcefully opened the blinds. It was his Aunt Petunia.
"UP! It's Dudley's birthday and we haven't all day. We must be going off to `Wonderland' as fast as possible. Get down and wish your cousin a happy birthday."
With that, she left the room slamming the door.
`Wonderland' was a close amusement park, and Harry wasn't too amused at the prospect of having to stay at Mrs. Figg's while the Dursley family did whatever it took to make their only son happy on his birthday. Harry reached over and picked up his glasses and put them on and made for downstairs. Dudley's birthday was a time that Harry dreaded.
Dudley was to turn fifteen, yet still acted like a spoiled baby. Every year Harry had to stay with Mrs. Figg's and hear about her cats, while the Dursley's brought Dudley and a few of his friends to some place or another, except for Dudley's eleventh birthday, which Harry was able to tag along to a very unforgettable trip to the zoo.
Harry came into the kitchen and saw the usual image: Uncle Vernon's fat forehead over the tip of a newspaper, which bore the headline of "Fugitive spotted in London", Aunt Petunia making a breakfast as fast as possible while Dudley sat on his fat bottom pounding the table for food. A few feet away, there was a table slightly smaller than the dinning table, which contained at least thirty gifts, wrapped neatly. On the tags, Harry saw handwriting written so hastily that he knew that it must have been because Aunt Petunia was sneaking the wrapping process in case Dudley were to come and have a "peek".
"Good morning Harry," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry nodded.
"It be a bit more proper if you said good morning back the proper way!" said Uncle Vernon.
Dudley broke in, "POTTER! We are going to `Wonderland!' too bad you can't come," he said with a sneer.
"I suppose it's off to Mrs. Figg's than?" asked Harry.
"No," said Uncle Vernon, "she has taken ill, she is in the hospital right now."
Harry wondered if there would be any chance of going along, so he finally gained up enough courage to say, "than I'll be going with you all than!"
Uncle Vernon let his paper drop, and he just gazed at Harry with a sarcastic look.
"Right," said Harry. "So where will I be going then?"
"Nowhere, Petunia and I figure that you should be able to contain your self for at least the day here by yourself."
This was odd, Uncle Vernon never would allow Harry to be alone in the house by himself for long periods of time, in case the house blew up.
"We find that you won't do anything which contains the M word in it while we are gone, seeing that you'd be taken out of that god-forsaken place. But, if so much as a thread is missing from the couch boy, you'll regret it!"
Harry figured that Uncle Vernon couldn't find anywhere else to put him, so he had no choice but to let him stay alone at Privet Drive.
"I want to open that present NOW!" yelled Dudley over the sizzling of the stove.
"Why don't you eat first Dudley-birthday-boy-akins!" said Aunt Petunia.
"NO! I WANT TO NOW!" he yelled pounding his fat fist on the table.
"Fine, Petunia, we can let him open this one, but only this one!"
As Aunt Petunia place the pancakes into each dish (Dudley getting five stacked, moistened with gooey maple syrup, Harry getting one small burnt one that was as dry as sandpaper), Dudley opened his present.
It turned out to be an X-Box. Dudley looked disappointed. He stuffed himself with all the pancakes in what seemed like no time and breakfast had been finished. Uncle Vernon sent Harry to Dudley's room and demanded he hook the x-box up. Seeing that Harry was a wizard, he didn't know that much about the electronic device he had in his hand, even if Muggles raised him.
After ten minutes past, he gave up and decided he would try once the Dursleys were gone. He was about to sit on his bed when Uncle Vernon called from the bottom of the stairs "BOY! Get down here!"
Harry went down the stairs and stood next to Uncle Vernon, which was about eye level with him now.
"Like I said, if anything is out of place, you'll regret it!"
Uncle Vernon was brave seeing that Harry had threatened to call about his Godfather.
"Right, nothing will go wrong."
Uncle Vernon flashed him a dangerous stare and walked over to the others by the door.
Dudley was last out, giving Harry a sarcastic look.
Freedom at last! Harry didn't know what to do next. He decided to watch the Dursley's leave the driveway and headed over to the television set.
He turned it on and flipped through the channels. Just as he was about to flip the channels, he heard a plop outside the door.
"Mails here." He said to himself.
He got up and walked over to the door, picked up the mail that was thrown on the mat, and walked over to the table to put it neatly in a pile for Uncle Vernon.
This load, however, seemed thicker and heavier than normal. He looked through it.
Three bills in a row before he saw on the back of a thick envelope the familiar Hogwarts seal.
"Why would they mail me the Muggle way?" he said out loud.
He flipped it over and nearly fainted at what he saw on the front in gold lettering:
Mr. D. Dursley
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinning
Surrey
(So, that's the first chapter. I hope you like it. Review please.)
Harry Potter woke up suddenly early on the morning of his Cousin Dudley's birthday. The bright early morning sunshine shone in on is face from his upstairs bedroom window, which faced Privet Drive. He noticed that someone else was in the room, and that it had been her who forcefully opened the blinds. It was his Aunt Petunia.
"UP! It's Dudley's birthday and we haven't all day. We must be going off to `Wonderland' as fast as possible. Get down and wish your cousin a happy birthday."
With that, she left the room slamming the door.
`Wonderland' was a close amusement park, and Harry wasn't too amused at the prospect of having to stay at Mrs. Figg's while the Dursley family did whatever it took to make their only son happy on his birthday. Harry reached over and picked up his glasses and put them on and made for downstairs. Dudley's birthday was a time that Harry dreaded.
Dudley was to turn fifteen, yet still acted like a spoiled baby. Every year Harry had to stay with Mrs. Figg's and hear about her cats, while the Dursley's brought Dudley and a few of his friends to some place or another, except for Dudley's eleventh birthday, which Harry was able to tag along to a very unforgettable trip to the zoo.
Harry came into the kitchen and saw the usual image: Uncle Vernon's fat forehead over the tip of a newspaper, which bore the headline of "Fugitive spotted in London", Aunt Petunia making a breakfast as fast as possible while Dudley sat on his fat bottom pounding the table for food. A few feet away, there was a table slightly smaller than the dinning table, which contained at least thirty gifts, wrapped neatly. On the tags, Harry saw handwriting written so hastily that he knew that it must have been because Aunt Petunia was sneaking the wrapping process in case Dudley were to come and have a "peek".
"Good morning Harry," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry nodded.
"It be a bit more proper if you said good morning back the proper way!" said Uncle Vernon.
Dudley broke in, "POTTER! We are going to `Wonderland!' too bad you can't come," he said with a sneer.
"I suppose it's off to Mrs. Figg's than?" asked Harry.
"No," said Uncle Vernon, "she has taken ill, she is in the hospital right now."
Harry wondered if there would be any chance of going along, so he finally gained up enough courage to say, "than I'll be going with you all than!"
Uncle Vernon let his paper drop, and he just gazed at Harry with a sarcastic look.
"Right," said Harry. "So where will I be going then?"
"Nowhere, Petunia and I figure that you should be able to contain your self for at least the day here by yourself."
This was odd, Uncle Vernon never would allow Harry to be alone in the house by himself for long periods of time, in case the house blew up.
"We find that you won't do anything which contains the M word in it while we are gone, seeing that you'd be taken out of that god-forsaken place. But, if so much as a thread is missing from the couch boy, you'll regret it!"
Harry figured that Uncle Vernon couldn't find anywhere else to put him, so he had no choice but to let him stay alone at Privet Drive.
"I want to open that present NOW!" yelled Dudley over the sizzling of the stove.
"Why don't you eat first Dudley-birthday-boy-akins!" said Aunt Petunia.
"NO! I WANT TO NOW!" he yelled pounding his fat fist on the table.
"Fine, Petunia, we can let him open this one, but only this one!"
As Aunt Petunia place the pancakes into each dish (Dudley getting five stacked, moistened with gooey maple syrup, Harry getting one small burnt one that was as dry as sandpaper), Dudley opened his present.
It turned out to be an X-Box. Dudley looked disappointed. He stuffed himself with all the pancakes in what seemed like no time and breakfast had been finished. Uncle Vernon sent Harry to Dudley's room and demanded he hook the x-box up. Seeing that Harry was a wizard, he didn't know that much about the electronic device he had in his hand, even if Muggles raised him.
After ten minutes past, he gave up and decided he would try once the Dursleys were gone. He was about to sit on his bed when Uncle Vernon called from the bottom of the stairs "BOY! Get down here!"
Harry went down the stairs and stood next to Uncle Vernon, which was about eye level with him now.
"Like I said, if anything is out of place, you'll regret it!"
Uncle Vernon was brave seeing that Harry had threatened to call about his Godfather.
"Right, nothing will go wrong."
Uncle Vernon flashed him a dangerous stare and walked over to the others by the door.
Dudley was last out, giving Harry a sarcastic look.
Freedom at last! Harry didn't know what to do next. He decided to watch the Dursley's leave the driveway and headed over to the television set.
He turned it on and flipped through the channels. Just as he was about to flip the channels, he heard a plop outside the door.
"Mails here." He said to himself.
He got up and walked over to the door, picked up the mail that was thrown on the mat, and walked over to the table to put it neatly in a pile for Uncle Vernon.
This load, however, seemed thicker and heavier than normal. He looked through it.
Three bills in a row before he saw on the back of a thick envelope the familiar Hogwarts seal.
"Why would they mail me the Muggle way?" he said out loud.
He flipped it over and nearly fainted at what he saw on the front in gold lettering:
Mr. D. Dursley
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinning
Surrey
(So, that's the first chapter. I hope you like it. Review please.)
