Harry Potter and the philosophers stone

The vanising glass

Almost 10 years had past since the Dursley's had woken up to rapid bangs on their front door and found their unfortunate, orphaned nephew on the door step with only a note that said "dear petunia evens, we regret to inform you that you sister lily evens and her husband James Potter have been violently killed. unfortunately a dark wizard named Voldemort broke into their house and killed them, the reason currently unknown but we suspect it was because they were part of 'the order of the Phoenix' a group created so that the members could save both our worlds alike. but he found them ,from what we know to be aided by the help of suspected mass murderer Sirius Black, and sadly killed them. we fear that they were not the first and definitely not the last but for the first time in history a dark wizard was defeated. how is currently unknown but we know it was something to do with this baby. his name is Harry, he is your nephew you are the only family he has left I'm sorry but you must take care of him. he is the most powerful wizard in the world he faced a man that no human or wizard could meat and live to tell the tale but somehow he got off with only a scar. at 11 he will be brought back to our world and taught how to use his powers, control them if not we fear you and others may be hurt or worse. Yours the ministry of magic" and they believe that if they raised him right then he wouldn't be a 'freak'. But of coarse if someone has magic then they can't have it taken away. no matter how their raised. so it's no surprise that harry was different not just to his cousin but to children all around him. Yet Privet drive hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same neat houses and set on the same tidy gardens. The Dursley's house had barely changed as well, only the photos on the walls could tell how much time had passed. Ten years ago the photos had looked like a skeleton wearing different coloured bobble hats. But Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and neither were his photos  so now the photos showed the same blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the annual fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. But strangely The room never showed any sign that 4 people lived there.

Yet Harry Potter still 'lived' with them. as most children would be asleep at 4:00am you would think it odd for one to rise so early every day but alas Harry awoke at the same time ever day. His aunt petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that was the first noise Harry heard every morning like an alarm. " Up!Get up!Now!" Harry woke with a start.his aunt rapped on the door again. "Up!" She screeched. Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he'd been having. It was a good one. he knew that. There had been a flying motorcycle in it like most nights and a girl every year he grow older so did she he believed she was an imaginary friend or something like it. His aunt was back outside the door "are you up yet?" She demanded "almost." Said Harry "we'll get a move on then I want you to look after the bacon and don't you dare let it burn. I want everything to be perfect on Dudleys birthday" Harry groaned
"What did you say" she snapped through the door " nothing"
Dudleys birthday how could he forget? Harry got slowly out of bed trying not to hit his head on the stairs again, and started rummaging around his small area under the stairs. Then started looking for socks. He found a pair under my his bed well it was more of a matrice on the floor. After pulling a spider off of one he slid them on. Harry was used to the spiders now after living in a dark space with them for almost 10 years. After he dressed he stepped to the right and into the kitchen. The table was almost drowning in his cousins presents. It looked like Dudley had a new computer a second tv and a racing bike that he put on his list amongst who knows how many other things. Harry never dared to give them a birthday list he would probably be punished.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard or underfeeding or something but Harry had always been small for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he was because he always got Dudleys massive hand me downs and Dudley was at least 9.883 times bigger than Harry. He had a thin face with jet black hair and bright green eyes. He wore round wire like glasses held together with many different types of sellotape because of the many times Dudley had punched him in the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his appearance was the lightning shaped scare on his forehead. He'd had it for as long as he could remember. And the first question he can remember asking was how he got the scar. His aunts told him it was in the car crash that his parents died in. And of corse he didn't think it was anything important. But little did he know.

Harry slumped his way slowly out from his small abode and into the kitchen where he could smell the fat and oil sizzling in the frying pan surrounding the bacon in an almost swamp like manner.