Harry Potter lay on his bed. Things just couldn't get any worse; his uncle was threatening to throw him out of the house if he didn't get a job. The problem is the only jobs are in the city, fifteen miles away from Privet Drive. With no way of transportation Harry knew this would be a slight dilemma. He wouldn't go complaining to the order, he wanted to handle this by himself. He fell into a restless sleep as thoughts flew through his head. His alarm went off at 6:30a.m, he wanted to see if his uncle would take him into the city on his way to work. He got dressed in his best muggle clothing and tried to fix his hair. In the mirror stood a boy of about 16 with shaggy black hair, glasses, and startling green eyes. He was about 5'7" and was very thin; wearing slightly baggy khaki pants with a slightly worn blue polo. Harry made his way downstairs, and saw his uncle sitting at the kitchen table drinking a cup of coffee. "Uncle Vernon, do you think on your way to work you could drop me off so I can look for a job?" asked a nervous Harry. His uncle looked at him and nodded. Harry was relieved; he would only have to walk home now.
