*Note-Me and my friend wrote this years ago when we both were into Harry Potter alot. This is what happened with our fandom. Also, I think we might have used some pharses or sections of the book in particular to go along with our original ideas. So enjoy what we have because I highly ever think that this shall be completed. We just don't have the time for it now. Sorry.*

Harry Potter(C)J.K. Rowling

Original Characters/Story(C)Chou220

Chapter Two

An Unexpected Visit

It was eleven years later. Harry was growing up in a hell hole. His life could not be worse. His cousin Dudley, who was as big as a baby whale, took great pleasure in torturing Harry. His Aunt Petunia, who looked like a horse, and Uncle Vernon, who looked like a daddy whale, weren't any better. They treated Harry worse than they would a dog. Even a dog would be able to have its own house, but Harry lived under the stairs. It was barely big enough for him.

Harry had no friends. One day, he was getting the mail as usual and he saw he had received a letter. He was baffled. Who would send him a letter? Surely there had to be a mistake, but no, it was clearly addressed to Harry. It read:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surry

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald - ink. There was no stamp. Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for anthrax?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Harry returned to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon a bill and a postcard, sat sown and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

Uncle Vernon opened the bill and snorted. Dudley shouted, "Dad!!! Harry's got something!!!"

"What have you got there, boy?" Uncle Vernon said ripping the letter out of Harry's hand.

"Hey!" said Harry, "that's my letter. Give it back."

"Who would be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, ripping the letter open and looking out it. His face went from the rosy red as it always was to a pulsating purple. Then it faded to a pale, ghostly white. "P-P-Petunia!" he gasped. He handed her the letter.

"Oh my goodness-Vernon! What should we do?!" asked a pale Petunia.

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley didn't like the idea of being ignored. He started screaming, "I want to read that letter! Give it to me!"

"I want to read the letter! It is mine!" said Harry.

"Get out both of you!!" croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

Harry didn't move. "I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.

"OUT!!!" yelled Uncle Vernon as he took them by their hair and threw them out into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Dudley very angrily went to his room. Harry laid down by the kitchen door to listen to what would happen next.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a nervous voice, "look at the address-how could they possibly know where he sleeps? Do you think they are watching the house, do you?"

"Watching-spying-might even be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon. Harry was getting angry at the fact that his uncle wouldn't give him the letter. Uncle Vernon thought about it and finally said, "I don't think we have any spies around here." He looked closely at the letter. His face began to get pale as Aunt Petunia looked at the letter more closely again. She too began to grow pale at the sight of it.

Aunt Petunia said, "Burn the letter at once." Uncle Vernon started a fire up to burn the letter as Harry watched it burn into nothing. The following days were a mess as more letters began to come non-stop. The owls, who were bringing the letters, waited outside as if they were waiting for a response from them. They hooted and screeched as they waited on Harry's uncle car.

Uncle Vernon couldn't take all the mail anymore, so he took everyone to a secluded island in the middle of nowhere. That night Harry couldn't sleep. He looked at Dudley's expensive watch that was also a calendar and saw it was just minutes until his 11th birthday.