Harry Potter: How it should have been Book 1: The Philosopher's Stone

by judester30

This is basically Harry Potter the way I thought it should be like, in my way, starting with Book 1: The Philosopher's Stone. Some characters that survive may die, and some that die may be well and alive, anything can happen! As the series goes the rating may slide up so be aware of that and enjoy! This issue will have 17 chapters I'll upload them one at a time so be patient

3. The Letters from No One

Ever since the Boa Constrictor escaped from the haunted zoo, Uncle Vernon blamed it on Harry and he was locked in THE ASYLUM for the longest time ever. When Harry was allowed out, it was the beginning of the summer holidays (lucky for him). Even though they were not at school, Harry still couldn't escape Dudley and his Gang, who regularly visited the house and tortured him (literally). He usually wandered around Privet Drive with broken bones to escape from them. He was glad however, that Dudley and Piers were going to Smeltings Academy while Harry was going to Stonewall High.

One day, Harry was told to get the post for Uncle Vernon. He did as he was told, as if he did not, he would get whacked everywhere with Dudley's cane. As you can see the Dursley's are perfect to them but they have a dark side. Apparently, boys who went to Smeltings Academy were required to own a cane for beating and torturing people with and Dudley was practicing (practicing really? come on Dudley!) on Harry. When he went to get the mail, there were three letters: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister, Marjorie Dursley who was on holiday in the Isle of Mystery, a letter that looked like a bill, and a letter for Harry. Harry took the letter and studied the yellow parchment it was made of, and then read the address:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard Under the Stairs

4, Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

Harry: A letter for me! What! I hope it's not hate mail.

Harry couldn't believe it. He had never had a letter to him in his life. On the back there was a wax seal with a Lion, Snake, Badger and Eagle surrounding a H. Harry returned to the kitchen and gave Uncle Vernon the two letters. He sat his fat ass down and started to open the letter. Uncle Vernon told everyone Aunt Marge was ill as she ate a funny whelk. Dudley saw that Harry had a letter and Uncle Vernon snatched it from him (what a bitch) and showed Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon told Harry and Dudley to get the fudge out, so they shut the door as they stood alone in the hall.

They fought over who would look through the keyhole (really?). Dudley won, so Harry looked through the space between the floor and the door. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia were discussing the seal on the back. Uncle Vernon said they should just ignore because he's not perfect and we don't care. Later, when Harry was in his cupboard, Uncle Vernon came in and said he had burned the letter, and that they were moving him up to Dudley's second bedroom, which was used for toys.

Harry: Uncle! It could have been important!

Vernon: Don't you call me anything! I could put the asylum right now! So shut up!

Harry moved all of his things up to the bedroom, wishing he had his letter. Downstairs, another letter came and it was addressed to Harry, the smallest bedroom, so whoever was sending the letters knew he had moved to the bedroom. DUN DUN DUN.

The next morning, Harry sneaked down the stairs (agent 47 style) and approached the door. He was going to stay out there and when the post arrived, he would get and read his letter. When he went to the door, however, he stood on Uncle Vernon who had had the same idea. Every day, more letters appeared to Harry, and they were doubling in number. There were so many that Uncle Vernon nailed shut the perfect letter box. But they were cropping up in the strangest of places, under the door, even squeezed through the window. Aunt Petunia found some in the perfection egg case; then they got attacked by hundreds being fired out of the fireplace like a cannon. Uncle Vernon became angry and said they were leaving Privet Drive forever.

They had got into their car and left. They travelled miles, and kept doubling back trying to shake them off. They eventually stopped in front of a spooky hotel on the brink of a big city. They were not successful, however, as more letters came for Harry to the hotel (gosh they really don't like Harry). They left again and got a boat to an island with a small hut on it (wow they're persistent). Harry remembered that the next day would be his eleventh birthday, they probably won't get him anything and they can't. When they got there, they lay down to bed. Harry couldn't sleep with the crazy storm outside. He was counting down the time until his birthday. When his watch turned to twelve AM, at that precise moment, there was a loud knocking at the door. Something was wanting in and he was on time too.