Prologue
Little Winging, Surrey
London, England
2005
Aunt Petunia Dursley gazed out of the window.
Arabella Figg, the neighbor, was smiling at a group of wizards in strange hats on their heads. She had left Wisteria Walk, and spoke in a strange language. 'Vernon, come here'.
'What's the matter?', he asked her.
'It's that woman. There's something weird about her', she answered.
'It's about Harry Potter'.551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ1jWhCTRsrX
'He knows not to perform magic'.
Dudley Dursley, who was older and fatter, was eating doughnuts. 'Mom, he is going back to that place'.
'He should be with Lily and James Potter'.551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ3wPnlRSuDV
Harry walked towards the kitchen.
'Don't talk about my parents', Harry shouted.551Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡOsDW1GsoD0
And he grabbed his luggage, and headed to King's Cross Station thanks to the Knight Bus.
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