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The End of the Beginning
CHAPTER ONE The day began normally in the Dursley's household. It began when Mr. Dursley's alarm clock rang at about half-past five, waking not only Mr. Dursley but also his wife Petunia and his young son Dudley. Mr. Dursley disappeared without a word into the bathroom while Petunia walked upstairs to take pick up her child and carry him down to the kitchen. " Good Morning snookums," She crooned to the incredibly over-weight one-year old, " Do you want pancakes? I think you do. yes you do." Vernon came downstairs at about six with his best suit and favourite tie on, humming his favourite song. "Lovely morning dear. What's for breakfast?" he asked, " O h your favourite Vernon, Pancakes!" She proposed this as if it would make world peace and discover a cure for cancer. The rest of the morning passed without hassle until half past eight. Vernon left the house and walked towards his car. He tripped on what at first had appeared to be a garden hose, but had been, on closer inspection a venomous and extremely angry, snake. "ARGHHHHHHH" screamed Mr. Dursley and scrambled to his feet as quickly as is pudding shape allowed. He ran into the house and yelled at Petunia to call the authorities, "There's a poisonous snake in the yard. Call someone! Call the police, call the RSPCA!" Petunias outward projection remained calm but someone who was studying her very hard might have noticed that her bony, extremely long neck had tightened and that the veins in her forehead had popped out. Petunia stared towards her husband in concern, "Vernon, that's immpossible there aren't any poisonous snakes here, are you sure your alright?" but Mr Dursley remained convinced that there had been a snake in the yard, " I'm telling you, it must have been six feet long! And you should have seen the colour, it was so green." Dudley said something unintelligible and Mrs. Dursley agreed with him, "That's right Dudley it was just the garden hose." On that note Vernon left saying, "I'll be home early today, I only have to fax some forms through and finish some paperwork."
Vernon arrived home at about twelve in a terrible mood and it steadily worsened in the minute that it took for him to walk from the garage to the front door. A bird used him as a toilet, the sprinkler squirted him and he nearly killed himself to avoid stepping on a squirrel. He walked in the front door and made his way to the fridge. When he emerged his wife was standing beside him clutching what appeared to be a very old peace of paper in her bony hands. "Rots rat?" Vernon inquired through a mouthful of potato chips, " See for yourself," she replied, sounding very upset. Vernon walked around the table, that was situated in the middle of the room, and grabbed the letter off her. He sat down and started reading it:
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley, It is my solemn duty, first of all, too inform you that Mrs Dursley's sister, Lily Potter, and her husband, James, have passed on. It was the work of the Dark Wizard Voldemort and my deepest sympathies go to you. There young child, Harry, survived the tragedy and you are now his legal guardians. You shall tell him all of this when you believe he is ready to know and he will of course be admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would like to inform you that there was one more survivor of the tragedy, whose family was also killed. She will be raised with a family in your area also but I think it is wise, for now, that neither of them knows of the others background. Regards, Albus Dumbledore
The End of the Beginning
CHAPTER ONE The day began normally in the Dursley's household. It began when Mr. Dursley's alarm clock rang at about half-past five, waking not only Mr. Dursley but also his wife Petunia and his young son Dudley. Mr. Dursley disappeared without a word into the bathroom while Petunia walked upstairs to take pick up her child and carry him down to the kitchen. " Good Morning snookums," She crooned to the incredibly over-weight one-year old, " Do you want pancakes? I think you do. yes you do." Vernon came downstairs at about six with his best suit and favourite tie on, humming his favourite song. "Lovely morning dear. What's for breakfast?" he asked, " O h your favourite Vernon, Pancakes!" She proposed this as if it would make world peace and discover a cure for cancer. The rest of the morning passed without hassle until half past eight. Vernon left the house and walked towards his car. He tripped on what at first had appeared to be a garden hose, but had been, on closer inspection a venomous and extremely angry, snake. "ARGHHHHHHH" screamed Mr. Dursley and scrambled to his feet as quickly as is pudding shape allowed. He ran into the house and yelled at Petunia to call the authorities, "There's a poisonous snake in the yard. Call someone! Call the police, call the RSPCA!" Petunias outward projection remained calm but someone who was studying her very hard might have noticed that her bony, extremely long neck had tightened and that the veins in her forehead had popped out. Petunia stared towards her husband in concern, "Vernon, that's immpossible there aren't any poisonous snakes here, are you sure your alright?" but Mr Dursley remained convinced that there had been a snake in the yard, " I'm telling you, it must have been six feet long! And you should have seen the colour, it was so green." Dudley said something unintelligible and Mrs. Dursley agreed with him, "That's right Dudley it was just the garden hose." On that note Vernon left saying, "I'll be home early today, I only have to fax some forms through and finish some paperwork."
Vernon arrived home at about twelve in a terrible mood and it steadily worsened in the minute that it took for him to walk from the garage to the front door. A bird used him as a toilet, the sprinkler squirted him and he nearly killed himself to avoid stepping on a squirrel. He walked in the front door and made his way to the fridge. When he emerged his wife was standing beside him clutching what appeared to be a very old peace of paper in her bony hands. "Rots rat?" Vernon inquired through a mouthful of potato chips, " See for yourself," she replied, sounding very upset. Vernon walked around the table, that was situated in the middle of the room, and grabbed the letter off her. He sat down and started reading it:
Dear Mr and Mrs Dursley, It is my solemn duty, first of all, too inform you that Mrs Dursley's sister, Lily Potter, and her husband, James, have passed on. It was the work of the Dark Wizard Voldemort and my deepest sympathies go to you. There young child, Harry, survived the tragedy and you are now his legal guardians. You shall tell him all of this when you believe he is ready to know and he will of course be admitted to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. We would like to inform you that there was one more survivor of the tragedy, whose family was also killed. She will be raised with a family in your area also but I think it is wise, for now, that neither of them knows of the others background. Regards, Albus Dumbledore