Disclaimer: I do not own Harry potter. JK Rowling does. I only own the
plot. *nod nod
All Alone- Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Privet Drive, a place like all other in Surrey, England where nothing out of the ordinary happens. At least outside the houses. Number 4 Privet Drive however had a different story to it. It was a normal family containing a big, rounded, no-neck husband, a tall, horse face wife, and a big brute of a son.
But one more resident lived in that house hold. A small, petite boy also lived there. It was the unwanted nephew of Vernon Dursley, Harry Potter. Harry had sparkling emerald eyes, but that sparkle seemed to disappear after his 5th year at his school.
Unlike most boys his age, Harry went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. Harry was in fact a wizard. He found out when he had a very strange visit from a half giant, by the name of Hagrid, 5 years ago when he was 11.
Harry sighed. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked through the old photo album Hagrid had given him after his first year. Picture after picture brought back painful memories.
There was one of his mom and dad, waving at him with a little baby in their hands. He remembered what had happened to them. They were killed by the one who name shall not be named. Harry flipped the page, there now stood a picture of 4 guys.
Two tall black heads, a semi-tall chestnut colored head, and a small, rounded blonde boy. This picture would make you think 'Friends Forever' but thoughts could be wrong. To tell you the truth, these four were known as 'The Marauders.'
The pranksters back when they went to school. Now they were nothing. Two were long gone and one was a servant of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named.
Bangs were heard coming up the stairs. Harry quickly closed his photo album and threw it under the covers of his bed. He quickly put the loose floor board, where he held all his gifts he had gotten for his birthdays from his friends Ron and Hermione.
Locks could be heard unlocking and a massive male figure walked into the room. "BOY! GET DOWNSTAIRS AND MAKE DINNER! DON'T MAKE YOU AUNT DO IT AGAIN!" The no-neck man said. "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry droned as he walked downstairs. In the kitchen sat a porky boy, pigging out of chocolate and other sweets. 'Looks like he's off his diet' Harry thought as he rolled his eyes.
By the stove was a tall, dark haired, horse face woman. Aunt Petunia scowled at Harry before walking out of the kitchen. Dudley waddled after her. Harry waltzed right over to the stove and started cooking. About 5 minutes before the food was done he had realized that he burnt the edges of the meat.
'Oh no, Uncle Vernon doesn't like burnt meat' thought Harry. 'Don't worry, he's a big oaf, he will eat anything.' Another voice inside Harry's head said. Harry went with the second voice and loaded a rather large piece of burnt meat on Uncle Vernon's plate.
As dinner came around, 3 plates had an atrocious amount of food on it while the other one had not even enough for 1 measly ant. Harry ate his miniscule piece of food before excusing himself from the table. He got upstairs and into his room before he heard his Uncle yell "POTTER!"
'The meat' Harry knew that's what it was. He then heard massive bangs, like his uncle was running upstairs. Pft, like his Uncle would ever run. Harry knew he was in big trouble. He prayed that the stairs would collapse when Vernon hit them.
Unfortunately they didn't and the door was slammed so hard against the wall that it left a large dent there. "WHATS WITH THE BURNT MEAL!" Vernon yelled, his face turning purple. "It's just a little burnt, it won't kill you" Harry stated. Wrong move. Uncle Vernon took a swing at Harry but missed by a couple of inches.
Harry took this opportunity and ran out the door, hoping to get to the cupboard before his uncle caught up with him. "STOP HIM!" Uncle Vernon screamed as he jolted out of the door of Dudley's second bedroom. Harry leapt off the second stair and around the corner. 'Only a few feet, only a few feet' Harry repeated.
Dudley, who had heard his father's yell, scuttled out of the kitchen to see Harry running straight for the cupboard. As soon as Harry opened it Dudley grabbed him from behind. "NO! Let me go!" Harry struggled against his cousin's fat arms.
This only resulted in Dudley squeezing his grip on Harry's stomach tighter. Harry gasped for breath as all the air from his lungs was pushed out. About a minute later, Harry blacked out from lack of oxygen.
All Alone- Chapter 1 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Privet Drive, a place like all other in Surrey, England where nothing out of the ordinary happens. At least outside the houses. Number 4 Privet Drive however had a different story to it. It was a normal family containing a big, rounded, no-neck husband, a tall, horse face wife, and a big brute of a son.
But one more resident lived in that house hold. A small, petite boy also lived there. It was the unwanted nephew of Vernon Dursley, Harry Potter. Harry had sparkling emerald eyes, but that sparkle seemed to disappear after his 5th year at his school.
Unlike most boys his age, Harry went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry to be exact. Harry was in fact a wizard. He found out when he had a very strange visit from a half giant, by the name of Hagrid, 5 years ago when he was 11.
Harry sighed. Tears trickled down his cheeks as he looked through the old photo album Hagrid had given him after his first year. Picture after picture brought back painful memories.
There was one of his mom and dad, waving at him with a little baby in their hands. He remembered what had happened to them. They were killed by the one who name shall not be named. Harry flipped the page, there now stood a picture of 4 guys.
Two tall black heads, a semi-tall chestnut colored head, and a small, rounded blonde boy. This picture would make you think 'Friends Forever' but thoughts could be wrong. To tell you the truth, these four were known as 'The Marauders.'
The pranksters back when they went to school. Now they were nothing. Two were long gone and one was a servant of He-Who-Should-Not-Be-Named.
Bangs were heard coming up the stairs. Harry quickly closed his photo album and threw it under the covers of his bed. He quickly put the loose floor board, where he held all his gifts he had gotten for his birthdays from his friends Ron and Hermione.
Locks could be heard unlocking and a massive male figure walked into the room. "BOY! GET DOWNSTAIRS AND MAKE DINNER! DON'T MAKE YOU AUNT DO IT AGAIN!" The no-neck man said. "Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry droned as he walked downstairs. In the kitchen sat a porky boy, pigging out of chocolate and other sweets. 'Looks like he's off his diet' Harry thought as he rolled his eyes.
By the stove was a tall, dark haired, horse face woman. Aunt Petunia scowled at Harry before walking out of the kitchen. Dudley waddled after her. Harry waltzed right over to the stove and started cooking. About 5 minutes before the food was done he had realized that he burnt the edges of the meat.
'Oh no, Uncle Vernon doesn't like burnt meat' thought Harry. 'Don't worry, he's a big oaf, he will eat anything.' Another voice inside Harry's head said. Harry went with the second voice and loaded a rather large piece of burnt meat on Uncle Vernon's plate.
As dinner came around, 3 plates had an atrocious amount of food on it while the other one had not even enough for 1 measly ant. Harry ate his miniscule piece of food before excusing himself from the table. He got upstairs and into his room before he heard his Uncle yell "POTTER!"
'The meat' Harry knew that's what it was. He then heard massive bangs, like his uncle was running upstairs. Pft, like his Uncle would ever run. Harry knew he was in big trouble. He prayed that the stairs would collapse when Vernon hit them.
Unfortunately they didn't and the door was slammed so hard against the wall that it left a large dent there. "WHATS WITH THE BURNT MEAL!" Vernon yelled, his face turning purple. "It's just a little burnt, it won't kill you" Harry stated. Wrong move. Uncle Vernon took a swing at Harry but missed by a couple of inches.
Harry took this opportunity and ran out the door, hoping to get to the cupboard before his uncle caught up with him. "STOP HIM!" Uncle Vernon screamed as he jolted out of the door of Dudley's second bedroom. Harry leapt off the second stair and around the corner. 'Only a few feet, only a few feet' Harry repeated.
Dudley, who had heard his father's yell, scuttled out of the kitchen to see Harry running straight for the cupboard. As soon as Harry opened it Dudley grabbed him from behind. "NO! Let me go!" Harry struggled against his cousin's fat arms.
This only resulted in Dudley squeezing his grip on Harry's stomach tighter. Harry gasped for breath as all the air from his lungs was pushed out. About a minute later, Harry blacked out from lack of oxygen.