once upon a time where clocks didnt really exist so it wasnt really a time, there was a boy who lived in a chest of drawers under the coat hangers. he had black hair and looked like Harry potter, who was infact harry potter, what a coinsindence. he lived in privet drive with his uncle who was fat as a whale and his aunt whom was as skinny as mr skinny, you know from the mr men books. and his cousin who was fatter than the world itself (dont ask how he managed cos he just did!) that boy is sooo fat he dont need no wifi hes already WORLWIDE! so back to the point, it actually turns out that harry liked motorbikes that fly so he asked for one for his birthday but everybody hated him so he didnt get one :(
but one maaaaagical night a stranger knocked on the door and his uncle screamed "NO POST ON SUNDAYS" because it was the post man who was then karate chopped by a rabbit wearing a too big hat that fell over his eyes and screamed HUFFLEPUFFFFFFFFF. then to sum up a fifty minutes of gaping mouths he, the rabbit, yelled: "YOU'RE A WIZARD HARRY!!!" THEN HARRY SCREAMED and hyperventerlated and sat down on his chest of drawers and he gave him a ticket that was a golden ticket, oh wait wrong story, it said platform nine and a bit, i never took maths.
