Hello again well here is chapter two. Anyway this chapter is going to be short as the first few chapters are introductory and wont be long. If this story Is popular the chapters will become longer. Well all I have to sayis read and please review.
Urs Beani
Chapter Two- Present Times
The weather in England was its usual dull rainy day. The residents of Private Drive
took refuge within their homes from the cold wet weather.
The residents of Number 4 Private Drive were no different having decided against a day out to the shops to stay at home cooped up in their warm little house.
The family within these walls, were relatively normal. A boy resembling a small killer whale sat on the couch, eating a full plate of chips and drinking a large thick shake while laughing at whatever program he was currently watching on television.
An older version of the boy sat in the opposite recliner chair reading the newspaper while slurping from an overly large cup of black coffee.
And a thin woman with a neck that resembled a giraffe stood positioned at the window, looking out the curtains into the street, undoubtedly looking for something to gossip about to the next person she saw.
However in the smallest bedroom upstairs, another boy sat in a chair at the old second hand desk.
The boy in question was nothing like the family that was at present down stairs. He had raven black hair, that had a red tinge to it when in the sunlight, was considerately underweight, due to the lack of proper nutrition, but that wasn't the main reason the that set him apart from the rest.
The boy was none other than Harry Potter otherwise known as The Boy Who Lived a magic doing Wizard.
The soft hoot of an owl roused the child from his musing.
"Sorry Hedwig but I cannot let you out, you understand don't you." He said as he walked
over to the cage, that contained the snowy owl.
"I will try and get some leftovers after dinner for you girl" he said to the owl, who replied to the young wizard by fondly knibbling his finger and giving he a pointed look that said "me forget me feed yourself". With a soft sigh the boy walked over to the window and looked out into world with a far away look in his dull green eyes.
With one final glance he turned sharply and sat back down at the desk and continued to read the book in front of him.
ELSE WHERE.
In another part of London a brown owl reluctantly set out to deliver a delayed package.
As it unwillingly took flight into the dreadful weather a note fell and fluttered to the floor.
If one was to read it, it would say
DELAYED PACKAGE TO- Severus Snape
IF RECIPENT DECEASED FORWARD TO- Albus Dumbledore
SENDER-Lily Anne Evans Potter
Soon the truth would be out and the two people's lives would change.
One currently grading essays, with his favorite red ink at Hogwarts, and the other quietly reading, 101 useful curses at Number 4 Private Drive.