Harry's nanny, Dumbledore's housekeeper.
Disclaimer: Everything, except the plot, belongs to the talented author Joanne Kathleen Rowling.
A/N: Okay, this is our first fic, so be nice! It might be a lot of incorrect grammar, but we're not from an English speaking country..! And we'll not describe characters or places that JKR has described, we're a bit lazy, and if you've read the books you already know what they/it look lik.. Well.. I think that's all.. Let's begin with the story)
"Talking"
"YELLING"
Chapter 1.
Morning
Harry Potter – the-boy-who-lived - woke up with a start. The nightmare he just woken from was not one of the worst he'd had, but it was bad all the same. It was about the things that had happened four years ago, at the end of his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This time Voldemort appeared not less than six times out of the back of Quirrel's head, and the last time he'd had a purple lollipop sticking out of his 'nose', and the worst thing was that Harry didn't like lollipops with grape flavour at all. He was starting to get used to the nightmares, because he was having one nearly every single night, especially after what'd happened in the ministry a few days ago.
Luckily for Harry, the birds outside his window were starting to sing, and the nightmare faded away after a few minutes. He looked at the alarm clock he had fixed and saw it was time for breakfast.
Harry went down to the kitchen where the Dursleys already were sitting. None of them looked up, but that didn't bother Harry. He was so used to be ignored by them that he just sat down and took a slice of bread.
The birds outside was now singing louder than ever.
"Dudley, pass the milk," grunted Vernon.
"No, Harry can do that," Dudley replied.
"Harry, pass the milk," Vernon said, sounding a bit irritated because he had to talk to his nephew.
"No," Harry said, "Dudley can pass it over, he's closer."
"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley"
Harry quickly passed the milk to Vernon, while at the same time he avoided the Smelting stick.
Suddenly, the birds stopped singing, and Vernon said to his wife "Petunia dear, do you hear that?"
"No honey-poney, I can't hear a thing"
"EXACTLY"
Then his eyes turned smaller and he turned his big fat head with no neck to Harry,
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO, BOY?"
Harry was about to answer when the doorbell rang, and Harry used the chance to get away and went to open the door.
When Harry opened the door and sow who it was, he gaped.
The man outside were one of the persons he'd never thought he was going to se at Privet Drive. He was tall and had a long silvery beard and hair, and a long nose Harry thought he must have broken at least twice.
The man was Dumbledore, Albus Dumbledore. Err.. Okay then, Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore!
A/N: Well.. This is the first chapter. Please tell us what you think about it.! If we get good enough reviews we may consider continuing this story ;-P