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This book is PG for fantasy violence, supernatural themes, adult themes
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Chapter One
It was a normal day in Surrey, England.
Harry Potter wore his glasses.
He had black hair, blue eyes, and average height. He had been with the Dursleys for eleven years; he had a scar on his forehead that was the result of being touched by dark magic at the hands of Lord Voldemort. But he was the Boy who Lived. Not many wizards, or witches, survived a death curse.
Harry was a survivor.
That was all that mattered.
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'Hurry up, boy!', Vernon Dursley yelled.
Harry was thinking that he was treated badly. He had food, but not too much. All of it was for his Uncle, Aunt, and their no good son, Dudley. A overweight bully. But, as he dreamed of cloaked men, and witches in green colored gowns, and purple hats on their heads, as well as shiny black boots on their feet. He was glad to see them. Others waved at him; others went about their work at a place called Diagon Alley. He was glad to see them. It was in London. It was far away from the house in Surrey; Surrey, like other English villages, were thriving by Muggles, (non-magic folk). Harry was staring at the window, as he said: 'So, I need to go to St. Brutus's, Uncle'. 'Yes', Uncle Vernon said. Harry wasn't sure that was a good idea; he was sure the darkness in the house was so that he didn't have any light from the windows. There was a bed; cheap curtains; and sunlight in the attic. Dudley had his own room. His parents slept in their own bed. There was a TV; a VCR; paintings on the creamy walls. Aunt Petunia cooked breakfast in the kitchen.
Harry ate eggs, bacon, and tomatoes on toast. And drank English breakfast tea. It was 7:00 AM, on a Monday morning. Then, suddenly, there were a lot of letters that were addressed to him.
He grabbed it, and smiled.
It was addressed to him.
To Mr. Harry Potter,
Surrey, England
Number 4, Privet Drive
Dear Mr. Potter,
You are invited to go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Please note that you must board the Hogwarts Express on Monday, September 1, 1997 on Platform 9 3/4, at King's Cross Train Station. All books, and items, can be bought in town.
Have a great day.
Signed, Professor Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress, (Head of Gryffindor House)
Harry waited.
'I'm going', he told his Uncle.
'No, you're not!'.
'Yes, I am!'.
'You're in my house, boy because we love you'.
Harry didn't think that was possible.
He had been told, through Aunt Petunia, that his parents, Lily and James Potter, had died in a car accident; he didn't believe her. Because he saw in his dreams they had the same messy, black hair from his father; and his Mother, had red hair, and blue eyes. James Potter wore glasses, like he had.
He looked around the kitchen.
Then there was a knock on the door.
He opened it.
A tall giant appeared.
'Morning, Harry'.
'Who are you?', Harry asked him.
'Rubeus Hagrid. Keeper of the Keys, and Grounds man at Hogwarts, he answered. Harry smiled, and he knew the truth.
That magic was real.
It was something akin to victory.
Harry Potter smiled.
'You're not to come here, Sir', Vernon Dursley stammered.
'I got official papers from Professor Albus Dumbledore. Harry Potter is a student at the school since he was born. Now, there's his birthday. And I got a cake. Happy birthday, Harry', Hagrid said. 'Thank you', Harry smiled. He was sure that the Dursleys didn't care about him. If they did, they'd tell him the truth. James and Lily Potter were students at Hogwarts, and they were a wizard, and a witch. Harry was glad to deal with the news that he was magical.
That was what mattered.
Harry said: 'London is far away'.
'Yes, it is. But, we're travelling by motorcycle in the air. It's only a half an hour to London', Hagrid explained.
Harry smiled, and grabbed his luggage.
London was better than Surrey, he thought to himself.
In London, the bustling city was different from the darkness. Muggles went about their ordinary working life; witches, and wizards, were not there. 'What about money for school?', Harry asked him. 'I got Knuts, and Sickles, for you, Harry from Gringotts, the Wizard Bank. Many a fine place for business, there. Now, your chamber is 713; your money is safe', Hagrid said. Once Hagrid made sure Harry's money was secured, he cast a spell that led to Diagon Alley.
Once they went through the brick wall, the Magical World was seen...and Harry Potter knew that he was with children of his own kind.
'Here's an owl, Harry. You can give her a name', Hagrid said.
'Hedwig', Harry said.
'Nice name', Hagrid smiled.
"What now?', Harry asked him.
'Get a wand, Harry. I got a letter from Professor Dumbledore. Here it is. Now, I got to leave. See you soon', Hagrid answered.
'Good bye, Hagrid'.
'Good bye, Harry'.
And he left him alone.
Harry entered Ollivander's. He was thinking that the old man inside would help him; he was right. The first impression was there was hundreds of boxes that had wands for all witches, and wizards. 'Good morning, Harry Potter. I am sure you are well aware of your family's past with me', Mr. Garrick Ollivander said. Harry nodded. He had grey hair, hazel eyes, and wore side burns. 'Let's see...wave the wand'. Harry did so with three wands; chaos erupted. Bright colors appeared, and he got one that actually illuminated his face.
'Ah, that's great, Mr. Potter. The wand chooses the wizard, or witch'.
Harry paid seven Sickles for it, and left the shop.
Hagrid had left.
Harry was amazed by the witches, and wizards. They smiled at him. One of them, Dedalus Diggle, said: 'It's time to celebrate the Dark Lord's demise'. Harry nodded. 'I saw you at the Leaky Cauldron', he said. 'That's true'. He hugged Harry. He then saw a girl nearby. 'You're Harry Potter. I read about you in Dark Wizards of Hogwarts'. Harry didn't want his fame to taint his friends. 'I didn't want to think I'm special; I'm not!'. 'I'm Hermoine Granger. My parents are Muggle dentists. I am a witch. I was delighted to get the letter'.
Harry nodded.
'Let's sit down on the train'.
'I'd like that', Hermoine smiled.
The train master, Albert Cross, 56, was a Muggle.
He didn't see Hermoine, and Harry, go through the brick walls that led to the Hogwarts Express, that was near Platform 9 3/4. 'You're not afraid of You-Know-Who?', Hermoine asked him. 'Lord Voldemort', Harry answered. 'You said His name', Hermoine gasped. 'It was in a dream I had', Harry said. She nodded. Other witches, and wizards, were wearing their school robes, and boots on their feet. 'I wish I am in Gryffindor House; I read about the house in Hogwarts: A History'.
'Excuse me, but there's no other seats on the train', a red haired boy wizard said. He had red hair, whereas Hermoine had frizzy hair; Harry had black, messy hair. 'Hermoine Granger. This is my friend, Harry Potter'.
'Ron Weasley', he said.
'Looks like we're going to be in Gryffindor House. I don't want to be in Slytherin House', Harry said.
'You know about the four Houses?'.
'Not really'.
'There's four: Gryffindor; Hufflepuff; Ravenclaw; and Slytherin', Hermoine said. Then the trolley witch lady said: 'Hungry'.
'Yes, I'll have six cauldron cakes, and six Bernie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, please'. He paid ten Knuts for the food.
And they enjoyed their meal together.
The train stopped.
'Hurry up, First Years!', Hagrid yelled.
The witches, and wizards, sat on the canoes in the deep water. It took them to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
The magic was about to start.
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