Chapter 1

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The picture on the side is the actual book cover. :)

 Harry Potter was a sixteen-year-old boy, living with his Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon, and cousin Dudley Dursley.  This year was the last year that Harry would have to spend with the Dursleys. Harry was laying on his bed, flipping through the pages of his Quidditch book he got from Hermione a year ago. He couldn't stop thinking of his friends and his school and what is happening in the wizard world. How is he going to stop Voldemort. He hasn't even gotten all of the...

“Boy!” Harry's thoughts were interrupted by his uncle's loud, obnoxious voice.  “Get down here!”

Oh goodness. What did he do now.“Coming...” Harry got up from his bed, dropping his book on the ground and ran down the stairs into the living room.

“Boy, how can you explain this?!”  Harry looked at where his Uncle was pointing. The living room was a mess. The lamp was on the ground, the pillows were torn, and there was little owl dropplets everywhere. Hedwig...

“Um, well, I was just,” Harry turned around and bolted up the stairs to his bedroom, two at a time.  Harry finally got the the top of the stairs, only to knock into Dudley.

“Watch where you’re going, doofus.” Dudley grabbed Harry by the collar of his shirt and pushed him to the floor.  He was tempted to use his wand but thought other wise. “Father, I got Harry!” Dudley put his foot on Harry's back, keeping him on the ground.

Harry's glasses were broken... again but with what he could see was his uncle’s big purple face glaring at him.

“What do you think you were doing boy?” Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by his shirt and yanked him up.  “Letting your owl loose in my house!”

“I swear I didn’t mean it! She just got out. Don't blame me!” Harry stated.

"Fine, then I'll just take it." Uncle Vernon reached for Hedwig.

Harry pulled her away from him. "Don't touch her. Just leave us alone."

“I know what your punishment will be.  Your flying contraption will be mine.” Harry's eyes went wide.

“You can’t do that!  I own that!”

“And I own you, which I am still regretting.” Uncle Vernon looked at the ground, as if to remember that faitful day when he woke up in the middle of the night and saw the pathetic baby laying there. He shook his head to come back into reality.

“I am sixteen years old.  Give me my broom back.” Harry lunged at him but he just moved aside.

“I don’t think so.” Vernon laughed at Harry and smiled. Harry had had enough of this.  Harry elbowed his uncle in the gut and ran off down the stairs.  “Get back here boy!”  Harry turned around and saw his uncle and his cousin chasing him.

“Vernon, you get that boy!”  Aunt Petunia jumped out in front of Harry and hit him in the head with a wooden spoon.  Harry spun on the spot and fell on the ground.

“Boy, you are in so much trouble.”  Harry’s uncle grabbed Harry by the ear and pulled him up the stairs. He then shoved Harry in his room. You are not part of this family anymore. Find another stupid family who will protect you from this idiot guy.” Vernon slammed the door and locked it.

“You can’t do this to me!”  Harry looked out the window and saw Dudley meet up with his gang.  They walked down the street and turned the corner out of view.  Harry got an idea.  Harry walked to the window and yanked it open.  “Fine. If he doesn’t want me in his family anymore, and I definitely do not want to be part of his, then I will just stay out of his way until I go to Ron’s house.” Harry sat on the windowsill with his legs hanging out the window.  Harry grabbed his wand and jumped out of the window.  Before he hit the ground Harry conjured multiple pillows.  Harry landed softly on the ground and stood up.  “Finally, I can be alone.”  Harry waved his wand and the pillows disappeared. Harry started walking towards a park that Dudley and his gang hadn’t demolished.  After about ten minutes, Harry found the park and sat down on a swing.  He couldn’t wait to see all the Weasleys.  Ron, his best friend, was the second youngest in the Weasley household.  Ginny was the youngest.  Fred and George were twins.  Then there were Charlie and Will who already graduated at Hogwarts.  Harry was just thinking about how many days until he could see Ron and Hermione Granger when Dudley interrupted his thoughts.

“Look, it’s Harry Potty,” Dudley teased.  His gang started laughing.

“Hey, Duddeykinns, your mommy was wondering when you would get home,” Harry said back.

“Do you want another black eye?  Because you would be a great punching bag for me to…” Dudley stopped short.  Three black figures apparated behind Harry and looked at the gang.  “We got to go!”  Dudley turned on his heel and ran as fast as his chubby legs would carry him.

“Stupid Dudley,” whispered Harry.  Just then, Harry’s scar seared with pain, and he blacked out.

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