Harry woke up the same way he did every morning. His fat cousin, Dudley, jumping on the stairs that formed the ceiling of his “bedroom” until dust rained down.
Dudley then ran down the stairs and pounded his fists on the door to the cupboard screaming for Harry to wake up.
As soon as Dudley got tired of his fun and walked away, Harry began counting. When he reached forty seven, his Aunt Petunia rapped smartly on the door, and his day began.
Today was Dudley’s birthday, and since the brat had gotten one less present than he had last year, they were going to the animal shelter to buy him a dog. Harry pitied the dog.
Short chapter, but I wanted to kick it off before getting to the good stuff. :)
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The Last of the Dasliu
FanfictionTBH, I don't know what this is really about yet. Harry is the last remaining Dasliu, or cat demons. His mother was the princess of the Dasliu. Dumbledore, Grindlewald, and Voldemort are the leaders of a group of pureblood supremasists called the Blo...
