Harry Potter

chapter 1. the boy who lived

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet

Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly

normal, thank you very much. Mr. Dursley made

drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any

neck, although he did have a very large moustache.

Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had twice

the usual amount of neck, which came in very

useful as she

spent so much of her time spying on the

neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called

Dudley and in their

opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

Mrs Dursley had a sister called Lily Potter. She

and her husband James Potter had a son called

Harry Potter. They lived far from the Dursleys and

did not speak to them much. They did not get

along.

One day, a man appeared outside of

the Dursleys house. He was tall, thin, and very

old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard,

which were both long enough to tuck into his belt.

He was wearing long robes,

a purple cloak that swept the ground, and highheeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light,

bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles

and his nose was very long and crooked, as though

it had been broken at least twice. This man's name

was Albus Dumbledore. He had come to meet his friend who had been

watching over the Dursleys house. His friend was

called Professor McGonagall. They had come to

talk about some sad news. "Hello Professor"

Dumbledore said, "have you heard the news about

the Potters? They have tragically died". "Their son

needs a place to stay, I see you have found the only

family that he has left. Do you think they will be

suitable?" Dumbledore questioned. "They are all

he has got", Professor McGonagall replied.

Just as they were talking about

Harry Potters future a motorbike could be heard

coming from behind them. It was Hagrid soaring

through the sky and crashing in front of

them. Hagrid had a special parcel he was

delivering. In his vast muscular arms he was

holding a bundle of blankets. "Hagrid," said

Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last, where did

you get that motorcycle?". "I borrowed it,

Professor Dumbledore," said the giant,

climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke.

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent

forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just

visible, was to baby boy, fast asleep. Under to tuft

of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see to

curiously shaped cut, like to bolt of lightning.

Dumbledore took the bundle of blankets,

stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the

front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep,

took to letter out of his cloak and tucked it

inside Harry's blankets, and then came back to the

other two. For a minute the three of them stood

and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders

shook, Professor McGonagall

blinked furiously, and the twinkling Light that

usually shone in Dumbledore's eyes seemed to

have gone out.

The next morning, Mrs Dursley went out to

collect her milk bottles from the front door and

noticed a strange sight on the step of her door. She

screamed. Inside the bundle of blankets, she

noticed the baby and picked him up. She read the

letter he had been left with. It read; "Take care of

Harry, we will return to him soon. The boy who

lived