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Chapter/Part: 3
"Vernon watch Dudley I need to get the milk." Petunia Dursley asked heading into the hall.
"Yes dear." Vernon Dursley answered.
"Vernon get out here. There is a baby."
"WHAT???"
"Just get out here, hurry."
"Look there's a note. Read it."
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
I am sorry to say that Petunia's only sister Lily was killed. Their killer is the one you've been hearing in the news. Only he is an evil wizard and not just a mass murder as in the news. He wanted to kill all non-magic people and half-breads of magic. He has killed Lily and James Potter. Their son was speared by a miracle if you could please watch over him until he's eleven and then in the summers until he turns seventeen. It would be safer for him with you than anywhere else. Do not give him to an orphanage that would not be a good idea because you give him your bloodline protection. We would great appreciate it. if you took care of him. Thank you.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
of Witchcraft and Wizardly
"Petunia we do not need him here. He's not normal."
"You think I don't know that already? Oh and you forgot that he's my sister who I hate kid."
"What are we going to do?"
"We could give him to someone. But I suppose that wouldn't work very well. But I guess he can be our slave when he gets older and we can try and make the magic disappear out of him." Vernon said.
"Ahhh I hate him. And her. She done got herself killed and they want me to keep her child. Great."
The rest of that day they got a cupboard to have a small bed that use to be Dudley's. And a box of Dudley's old clothes and a chair. It would have to do because that's all they cared for him to have. They gave him a little milk at breakfast and then some oatmeal at dinner. That would be his meal until two. Then they will give him a piece of toast at breakfast a half sandwich at lunch with only butter then again at dinner. He would also only get water for something to drink. That was how his life was going to be.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Harry was sleeping in bed having a bad dream. There was this ugly guy who was yelling at his mum. His dad wasn't there and he didn't know where he was. Then there was a flash of a bright green light and then his mum fell to the floor and didn't get up again. Next the guy came over to his crib and started talk. "Now I have you all to myself. You will die just like your parents. Avada Kedavra" Then the ugly guy fell to the floor. Harry screamed in his sleep. He tossed and turned but nothing would wake him until loud pounding.
"Boy shut up. It's the dead of night and you're yelling your lungs out." Vernon Dursley yelled, under his breath "lucky you're only two or other wise you wouldn't be getting food.
"Sorry" Harry called back. Yes he was only two but he had a very good vocabulary. It was one of many of his gifts. Dudley could talk but not as much. Yes he also knew to say sorry for anything he did. He didn't know why he had to, just knew it wouldn't be good if he didn't.
Harry soon fell back to sleep only to be awoken by the screeching voice of his aunt. She always made him get up when he didn't want to. He was tired and didn't want to be up at the crack of dawn like it seemed Dudley always was. He often wondered why Dudley got everything he wanted. He got to sleep whenever he wanted. He got his dippy changed every hour. He was feed when ever hungry. He was big for it but it would still have been nice to eat whenever. But no he (Harry) wasn't aloud to have any of that.
After his aunt told him to get dress and come out she left only to return ten minutes later telling him he better be out of that bed soon. Could you call it a bed even? He wondered about that too. He slowly got up and walked to his closet. Yes another gift. He could get up all on his own. He picked out a pair of red pants and a white shirt. Of course he didn't know his colors and what went with what. He didn't really know his colors he wasn't taught that fair but he did know that white with anything and the rest he would put colors together. He then walked out into the hall. Only to almost get run over but Vernon.
"Boy what do you think your doing? Watch where you're going. I had enough of this non sense." His uncle yelled at him. He didn't know what he did. How could he. He after all was only two. "Sorry uncle." He answered for the second that day and he only just woke up.
"You should be. Now go to you aunt before she has to yell again for you." So Harry went down the hall and to his aunt. She made him sit in a regular chair where as his cousin was in a high chair. Then she gave him a piece of bread.
After breakfast he was told to go to his room and stay put. He did and only came out when he was told to go to the bathroom and for lunch and dinner. Then he had to go back to his room for bed. He was tired his aunt would check and make sure he was up during the day and to make sure he didn't go anywhere.
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That's all for now. Hope you enjoy.
Chapter/Part: 3
"Vernon watch Dudley I need to get the milk." Petunia Dursley asked heading into the hall.
"Yes dear." Vernon Dursley answered.
"Vernon get out here. There is a baby."
"WHAT???"
"Just get out here, hurry."
"Look there's a note. Read it."
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Dursley,
I am sorry to say that Petunia's only sister Lily was killed. Their killer is the one you've been hearing in the news. Only he is an evil wizard and not just a mass murder as in the news. He wanted to kill all non-magic people and half-breads of magic. He has killed Lily and James Potter. Their son was speared by a miracle if you could please watch over him until he's eleven and then in the summers until he turns seventeen. It would be safer for him with you than anywhere else. Do not give him to an orphanage that would not be a good idea because you give him your bloodline protection. We would great appreciate it. if you took care of him. Thank you.
Yours sincerely,
Albus Dumbledore
Headmaster of Hogwarts
of Witchcraft and Wizardly
"Petunia we do not need him here. He's not normal."
"You think I don't know that already? Oh and you forgot that he's my sister who I hate kid."
"What are we going to do?"
"We could give him to someone. But I suppose that wouldn't work very well. But I guess he can be our slave when he gets older and we can try and make the magic disappear out of him." Vernon said.
"Ahhh I hate him. And her. She done got herself killed and they want me to keep her child. Great."
The rest of that day they got a cupboard to have a small bed that use to be Dudley's. And a box of Dudley's old clothes and a chair. It would have to do because that's all they cared for him to have. They gave him a little milk at breakfast and then some oatmeal at dinner. That would be his meal until two. Then they will give him a piece of toast at breakfast a half sandwich at lunch with only butter then again at dinner. He would also only get water for something to drink. That was how his life was going to be.
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX Harry was sleeping in bed having a bad dream. There was this ugly guy who was yelling at his mum. His dad wasn't there and he didn't know where he was. Then there was a flash of a bright green light and then his mum fell to the floor and didn't get up again. Next the guy came over to his crib and started talk. "Now I have you all to myself. You will die just like your parents. Avada Kedavra" Then the ugly guy fell to the floor. Harry screamed in his sleep. He tossed and turned but nothing would wake him until loud pounding.
"Boy shut up. It's the dead of night and you're yelling your lungs out." Vernon Dursley yelled, under his breath "lucky you're only two or other wise you wouldn't be getting food.
"Sorry" Harry called back. Yes he was only two but he had a very good vocabulary. It was one of many of his gifts. Dudley could talk but not as much. Yes he also knew to say sorry for anything he did. He didn't know why he had to, just knew it wouldn't be good if he didn't.
Harry soon fell back to sleep only to be awoken by the screeching voice of his aunt. She always made him get up when he didn't want to. He was tired and didn't want to be up at the crack of dawn like it seemed Dudley always was. He often wondered why Dudley got everything he wanted. He got to sleep whenever he wanted. He got his dippy changed every hour. He was feed when ever hungry. He was big for it but it would still have been nice to eat whenever. But no he (Harry) wasn't aloud to have any of that.
After his aunt told him to get dress and come out she left only to return ten minutes later telling him he better be out of that bed soon. Could you call it a bed even? He wondered about that too. He slowly got up and walked to his closet. Yes another gift. He could get up all on his own. He picked out a pair of red pants and a white shirt. Of course he didn't know his colors and what went with what. He didn't really know his colors he wasn't taught that fair but he did know that white with anything and the rest he would put colors together. He then walked out into the hall. Only to almost get run over but Vernon.
"Boy what do you think your doing? Watch where you're going. I had enough of this non sense." His uncle yelled at him. He didn't know what he did. How could he. He after all was only two. "Sorry uncle." He answered for the second that day and he only just woke up.
"You should be. Now go to you aunt before she has to yell again for you." So Harry went down the hall and to his aunt. She made him sit in a regular chair where as his cousin was in a high chair. Then she gave him a piece of bread.
After breakfast he was told to go to his room and stay put. He did and only came out when he was told to go to the bathroom and for lunch and dinner. Then he had to go back to his room for bed. He was tired his aunt would check and make sure he was up during the day and to make sure he didn't go anywhere.
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That's all for now. Hope you enjoy.