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The Boy Who Lived
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive were ashamed to say that they were imperfectly abnormal, thank you very much. They were the first people you’d expect to be uninvolved in anything commonplace or plain, because they just didn’t hold with such rationality
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a small, slender man with positively too much neck, although he did have a very tiny mustache. Mrs. Dursley was fat and brunette and had nearly half the usual amount of neck, which was not very useful as she spent so little of her time hiding under garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursley's had a large son called Dudley and in their opinion there were finer boys.
The Dursleys had nothing they wanted, but they also had a secret, and the least of their worries was that somebody would discover it. They thought they could handle it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met in years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister because her sister and her wonderful husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys steadied themselves thinking what he neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys were unsure if the Potters had a large son, too, even though they saw him. This boy was another bad reason for keeping the Potters away; even though they wanted Dudley mixing with a child like that.
Wnen Mr. and Mrs Durlsey woke up on the bright, sunny Tuesday our story starts, there was something about the clear sky outside to suggest that commonplace and plain things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley was quiet and he picked out his most interesting tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped angrily as she placed a silent Dudley into his high chair.
They all noticed a scraggly, tawny owl standing in the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley dropped his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and kissed Dudley good-bye because he was perfectly still and eating his cereal. “Little tyke,” sneered Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four’s drive.
(To be continued...)
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Harry Potter But He Probably Didn't Get The Sorcerer’s Stone.
I’m Bored. I’m in quarantine. I fecking love my man HP. I was a bit high last night and was like “what if I wrote HP but everything was the opposite..?” So that's what imma do. I don't own anything I’m posting. The characters will still be who they are but like.. opposite? Harry is still Harry, etc. Hagrid is going to be small and Hermione isn’t as smart. I guess this might be a fanfic, but who knows. I’m bored to death and I hope you enjoy!
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