The Story of Harry Potter

By: Lady Pheonix Gryffindor

It was a dark night, not a sound could be heard. We come to what seems like an ordinary house with ordinary people on the street, Privet Drive. It's front yard is neatly organize with roses, pansies, violets, and tulips. Inside there are pictures of a boy when he was a baby, his first Christmas, when he first learned how to ride a bike, and the many places he's been. There was not a single picture of another boy who lived here, shunned and hated by his relatives because what he is. Even if he, himself, does not know of his nature.

In a closet close by, a boy sat with his legs up to his stomach and his head on his knees. On his head lays the messiest hair possible sticking up all over the place. His skin is a pale ivory color and his eyes a vibrant green, which are hidden beneath thichk, black glasses.

Shivering, he sneezes making a spider fall from its normal place on the wall. He doesn't scream, doesn't seem terrified, but instead smiles, picks it up and puts it back where it was.

This is the story of Harry Potter and how he came to be. . .

Ch. 1

Harry yawns and stretches, but was cut short because of his aunt. " Hurry up! Today is Dudley's birthday!" Harry frowns and says, "Yes Aunt Petunia." Aunt Petunia snorts and slams the kitchen door. He sighed. ' The same stupid morning ritual.' Harry grimaced at making breakfast for his whale cousin, his aunt, and uncle. He opened the door and made his way to the kitchen. "Ohhh! Today is my Dudley-kins 9th birthday!," she squeals. She fixed her gaze on Harry and wrinkled her nose. "Well what are you waiting for?! My Dudley can't wait all day now can he!"

Harry bowed his head and started to make bacon, French toast, and egg. Mr. Dursley peaked over his newspaper. "So my Dudley, you are now nine years old." He beamed at him when Harry made a strangled noise. He looked at Harry and frowned. "You are ungrateful just like your parents. We take you in, put a roof on top of your head, put clothes on you, and this is how you repay us?" He began to ramble on about how useless Harry was, while Dudley sat on his side of the table. Dudley, even though he was nine, already weighed about one hundred-ninety pounds.

Harry served them their breakfast and took a slice of bread for himself. "How many presents are there?," asked Dudley. Mr. Dudley smiled and said" twenty-five! I counted them myself!" Dudley's eyebrows furrowed and started to count on his fingers. "That's one more than last time! Last time I had five more presents more than before. I want more" He began to wail, but Mrs. Dursley took him in her arms and said" That's okay my Dudley- kins. Mommy will buy you four more. How's that?" Dudley stopped wailing. "Ok, but he can't be there!," Dudley said pointing at Harry. "He'll ruin everything."

Aunt Petunia scowled at Harry. "No he won't be. He will not ruin my Dudley- kins birthday." She began to fuss over him while wiping the tears off his face from crying. She turned to Harry. "You will have to stay here while we are gone." She said like it was the worst thing in the world. "If you mess up one thing than you won't have to expect any food for a week and it's the cupboard for you. Understood!" Harry stared at her and nodded.

They went into their fashionable new car and drove away. "Yes," he screamed. He instantly ran into Dudley's second room and began filing through his books. When he was only three he taught himself how to read and write. He never heard of a three year-old knowing how to read or write properly, so he kept it to himself.

He began to stack them in his arms, when one fell. "Stop," Harry cried. He stood their confused when the book actually DID stop and was hovering a few inches off the ground. He furrowed his eyebrows and said "wow! Umm. . . Come Here!" He looked at the book in awe as the book levitated itself back to his arms. 'I wonder what else I can do.' He may only be nine, but he wasn't stupid.

Harry looked at Dudley's new computer and grinned. "Turn on!" He watched happily as the computer turned on. "Turn off," he commanded. It did. He began experimenting with his newly found power when when he knocked a glass over full of achohol. (hmm. . . I wonder what that is doing In Dudley's room?) Harry watched in slow motion as it fell on the circuit. Fire started and soon a lovely circle of fire surrounded him. Harry started to panic. "Ohmygodohmygod!" he muttered over and over, watching frightened as the fire slowly spread across the room.

"Go away!" he yelled at the fire. It did just that. Harry stared. Realization dawned on him. 'The gift! If I can do that. . . can I make fire?' He closed his eyes and started to think about fire. It's beautiful glow, warmth, and colors. Slowly a ball of fire formed in his hands. He grinned but quickly frowned as it went out. 'Wait a sec! If I can control fire can I control the other elements?' He then began to imagine water. It's wet feeling, color, and how it doesn't have a shape. This time a globe of water formed in his hand. He quickly began testing the other elements. They all worked. Harry looked at the ashy floor and wrinkled his nose because of the ashy smell. " Let's see. Umm. . .Repair?" The carpet stayed the same for awhile but slowly began to change back into how it was before. Harry grinned, took the books and went downstairs to read them.

He propped himself on the couch and began to read Romeo and Juliet (a/n: A bit advance for a nine year old, huh?). He was just getting to the good part, when a knock was heard at the door. He raised his head slowly in alarm. 'What?..'

He got up and opened the door to see three men dressed in black robes at the door. Engraved in all of their left arms was a skull with a snake slithering out its mouth.

Notes: So what do you think? This was my first fic. I deleted it to make a few changes! I hope you like!