Things are not as they seem
Disclaimer: Harry's parents did die, but Petunia is a witch, she was married Vernon, he died in an attack on Harry, but she kept it a secret from him. I do not own Harry Potter but seek to capture him! Mwahaahaaaaaaa! P.s Dudley was not born! Ahhahahahahaaaaaa!
"Aunt Petunia?" Harry yelled from the bottom of the stairs. She must be out again . . . but where this time? He dreaded the thought. Last time she had come back with three cuts on her face and a limp. She refused to tell him. He hoped that she would be back in time for tea, his stomach rumbled menacingly.
Harry had just turned eleven yesterday, he had had two presents as money was scarce. Petunia had disappeared after brunch, Harry had sighed then as he had sighed now. Why wouldn't she tell him, did she think that he was as naïve as when he was three. Of course he knew about Uncle Vernon's death, well . . . he knew it was to do with him, somehow.
The dinner was cold quiche from yesterday, it had seemed wonderful then. Now it just seemed as unappetizing as Harry's entire life, cold, clammy and cramp-inducing. He loved Aunt Petunia, but she was always busy. Lately strange things had been happening to him, like how the potted plant on the window sill had SANG to him this morning! Also his puppets had performed a show for him, about chocolate and flying. What did this mean? He had hoped that aunt Petunia would know, like she always did. When she was physically there.
BANG! What was that? Harry wondered.
CLASH! The door sprang open… Three men walked in, faces covered in masks. Far away Harry thought that they looked like scream masks. One turned his face; Harry noticed that one eye was a different colour than the other. He seemed to be scanning the room. Just when the man was going to look right at him. . . "Hey man, look at this! Real china! " The man speaker sounded young and had hair in a ponytail. Harry took his chance and as he crossed the room, the man turned back to where Harry had been before.
He ran upstairs, just as aunt Petunia apparated into his room. 'Apparated? Where had that word come from? I haven't ever heard it before' as Harry pondered over the word, Petunia grabbed his hand. The weird feeling of his head squashing down onto his neck, felt slightly familiar. But from where? Harry had it! When Uncle Vernon died when Harry was five, his aunt had grabbed his hand like this and. . . . They had appeared at Little Whinging. Now history was repeating itself. The last thing Harry saw, was a flash of red light and a word in his ears: "expelliarmus!"
Sorry people, but I have homework and need to study for up and coming Physics, maths and biology test. Hope you like my story; it's the first one I've ever written which I've let anyone see.
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