Chapter One
Little Winging, Surrey
The sounds of whispers came from the attic.
Harry Potter focused on the spell books.
He hadn't imagined being famous.
That irked him.
The memories of Lily and James Potter, his dead parents, were in his mind. Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was a magical castle in the Scottish mountain, near Rubeus Hagrid's hut.
Then he heard Dudley tapping on the door with his pudgy right hand.
'Get up, Harry!'.
Harry sighed, and knew what was going on.
The Dursleys weren't nice.
It was the same thing since he was a baby.
The year was 1997.
September 1 was tomorrow.
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Vernon Dursley didn't believe in magic. He was a Muggle, (a person who didn't care about witches, wizards, and creatures that didn't exist); he worked at Grunnings Drill Company; Petunia Dursley, his wife, was a woman who hated the fact that Lily Potter was a witch, and she was in love with James Potter, a wizard. 'I don't like that boy...and that funny place', she said.
'It is called Hogwarts', Lily said.
Vernon had enough to deal with.
Their eleven year old son, Dudley, was overweight, and went to school at Smeltings Academy. It was like Eton. Harry had a scar on his forehead, and was thin. 'I suppose you will be going to that school', he said.
'What school?', Harry asked him.
'St. Brutus's Secure Centre for Incurably Criminal Boys', Dudley answered.
Then, to his amazement, there was a letter addressed to Harry.
He grabbed it, and frowned.
To Harry Potter,
You are to be attending Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please go to Platform 9 3/4 on September 1. All school books, wands, and owls are to be approved by Professor Albus Dumbledore, the Headmaster.
Signed,
Minerva McGonagall,
Deputy Headmistress, (Gryffindor House)
Harry was smiling.
A wizard school.
He grabbed the letter and took it to the bedroom under the stairs.
Then he went downstairs to the small kitchen.
'Can you take me to London, Uncle Vernon?', he asked.
'Yes', Vernon answered.
He saw the letter.
'Who gave you this?'.
'The same people who think I'm different from other boys'.
He waited, and ate breakfast.
It was 7:45 AM.
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'Listen, boy, don't get funny ideas about them', Uncle Vernon said.
'No, Sir', Harry said.
He imagined someone would see him.
Uncle Vernon had work to do.
He left knowing that the strange feelings that Harry felt wasn't on his radar. He drove off back home knowing that the idea of magic was gone from his mind.
***
Several children were wearing hats.
Their parents begun to cry.
Harry saw a lot of red headed boys, and a girl with her mother.
The family wore ill-fitting clothes, and were holding second-hand books. 'Mum, can I go too?'.
'Soon, Ginny', Molly Weasley said.
The witch nodded.
Harry noticed her, and she pointed.
'That's Harry Potter'.
Molly grinned.
'First time at Hogwarts'.
'Ah, yes. I was concerned about your daughter. She could come to?'.
'Oh, Ginny is my only daughter. The rest of my family are all boys. Molly Weasley'.
'Harry Potter'.
'Ginny will be there next year'.
'I live with Muggles'.
'I'm sorry to hear that, dear. Ron! Where are you?'.
A tall, red haired boy of eleven sighed.
'I...', he stared at Harry.
'Harry Potter', he said.
'Oh...right', Ron said.
Then two tall twin brothers appeared.
'Fred! George! Where were you two?', Molly asked angrily.
'Getting our books, Mum. Besides, we got our wands', Fred said.
'Fine, you can...Harry Potter...'.
They smiled, as another girl appeared.
It was Hermoine Granger, a girl whose parents were Muggles.
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'Harry Potter. I heard about you in Hogwarts: A History, and Dark Curses. Of course, I have seen the scar on your forehead...and I know about You-Know-Who vanished after Lily and James Potter, died'.
'You're a witch'.
'Yes, I was born a Muggle. But, ever since I was five, I had special magical abilities; Mother and Father weren't magical at all. It's a generational thing'.
'Oh, I see. Well, I expect the train will come soon'.362Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡUn6Vt7rrrl
'The Hogwarts Express', Ginny Weasley said.
'Yes, let's go', Molly Weasley said.
And Ginny smiled at Harry, then she sighed.
Next year, she thought to herself.362Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡn0XQRkRVkP
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