It was a normal Saturday for 11-years-old Harry Potter, resident at number 4. He was assigned his unfair share of backbreaking work, while the Dursleys lounged in the living room.
He didn't get what they had against him, really. The only thing strange about him was their attitude towards him. Who the hell forces someone to live in a cupboard under the stairs?
The boy didn't know he was destined for great things. No one knew, but one person.
Fate would soon be set in motion though.
Really, really soon, like in two seconds.
