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Chapter 1: The dream that was real
Behind the window upstairs of number four stood a boy. The boy had jet- black hair and emerald eyes, his name was Harry Potter and he wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a wizard and he was student of Hogwarts, a wizard school located somewhere in Scotland. He looked down at his uncle Vernon, who was weeding the garden with a red head. His aunt Petunia was standing at the door.
"What are you doing, Vernon, you're doing the garden twice a day!"
Harry laughed silently, but not silently enough. His aunt looked up and walked back into the house.
Harry heard footsteps on the stairs and not long after his bedroom door was opened and his aunt walked in. With and angry face she closed the window.
"How dare you" She yelled.
"Wh.."
Harry had almost asked, 'What did I do?', but he decided the better of his, seeing his aunt was really pissed.
"What did you do to Vernon?"
"Nothing." Harry replied.
"Oh yes, you did." His aunt screamed. "Don't lie to me. You casted a spell on him."
A few seconds later Dudley, Harry's cousin, came in.
"Don't make so much noise, I can't hear my computer game."
Normally aunt Petunia would have answered; "O, we're sorry we didn't want to disturb you", but Dudley had no luck today.
"Don't you start." She said as she walked out of the room.
Dudley looked at the door his mother disappeared through and soon waddled out too.
Harry smiled, his aunt never talked about magic. She hates everything about it, including Harry.
His smile soon faded when he heard his aunt and uncle talk again.
"I'm going mad, because of that boy, Vernon."
"We'll dump him with Arrabella Fig, but can I go back to weeding the garden now?"
"Yes, of course, dear, but before dinner he has to be dumped."
Harry didn't saw his uncle, because he started to weed the back yard, so he gadered all his belongings and put them in his trunk.
After that, he cerpt out of his room, down the stairs and he run out of the house He run on, until he was a few blocks away. This was Patel street, he knew that because in this street the supermarket lay where aunt Petunia always went shopping.
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Harry woke up, it was only a dream.
He looks around, he saw his desk, his magical clock, and. his contract on his wall.
'Oh yeah, I'm teacher at Hogwarts.' He thought.
He glanced at his magical clock (it was projected on his wall from out of nothing).
It was three o'clock in the morning.
'This dream has been real.' He thought.
His last year as student on Hogwarts had begun in this way, after he had arrived at Patel street. He took the Knight Bus to the Weasleys, to his friend Ron.
The Weasley's were very happy when he had arrived".
Harry smiled.
'It had been so great at the Weasleys!.'
He felt a sleep again, but now he didn't dream.
Chapter 1: The dream that was real
Behind the window upstairs of number four stood a boy. The boy had jet- black hair and emerald eyes, his name was Harry Potter and he wasn't an ordinary boy. He was a wizard and he was student of Hogwarts, a wizard school located somewhere in Scotland. He looked down at his uncle Vernon, who was weeding the garden with a red head. His aunt Petunia was standing at the door.
"What are you doing, Vernon, you're doing the garden twice a day!"
Harry laughed silently, but not silently enough. His aunt looked up and walked back into the house.
Harry heard footsteps on the stairs and not long after his bedroom door was opened and his aunt walked in. With and angry face she closed the window.
"How dare you" She yelled.
"Wh.."
Harry had almost asked, 'What did I do?', but he decided the better of his, seeing his aunt was really pissed.
"What did you do to Vernon?"
"Nothing." Harry replied.
"Oh yes, you did." His aunt screamed. "Don't lie to me. You casted a spell on him."
A few seconds later Dudley, Harry's cousin, came in.
"Don't make so much noise, I can't hear my computer game."
Normally aunt Petunia would have answered; "O, we're sorry we didn't want to disturb you", but Dudley had no luck today.
"Don't you start." She said as she walked out of the room.
Dudley looked at the door his mother disappeared through and soon waddled out too.
Harry smiled, his aunt never talked about magic. She hates everything about it, including Harry.
His smile soon faded when he heard his aunt and uncle talk again.
"I'm going mad, because of that boy, Vernon."
"We'll dump him with Arrabella Fig, but can I go back to weeding the garden now?"
"Yes, of course, dear, but before dinner he has to be dumped."
Harry didn't saw his uncle, because he started to weed the back yard, so he gadered all his belongings and put them in his trunk.
After that, he cerpt out of his room, down the stairs and he run out of the house He run on, until he was a few blocks away. This was Patel street, he knew that because in this street the supermarket lay where aunt Petunia always went shopping.
~~~~~~
Harry woke up, it was only a dream.
He looks around, he saw his desk, his magical clock, and. his contract on his wall.
'Oh yeah, I'm teacher at Hogwarts.' He thought.
He glanced at his magical clock (it was projected on his wall from out of nothing).
It was three o'clock in the morning.
'This dream has been real.' He thought.
His last year as student on Hogwarts had begun in this way, after he had arrived at Patel street. He took the Knight Bus to the Weasleys, to his friend Ron.
The Weasley's were very happy when he had arrived".
Harry smiled.
'It had been so great at the Weasleys!.'
He felt a sleep again, but now he didn't dream.