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CHAPTER ONE-LEAVING THE DURSLEYS

The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close as a lazy silence fell upon the dozens of large square houses of Privet Drive. One teenage boy, Harry Potter, was outside still, lying on his back in a flower bed. However unusual this may have appeared for a boy at the age of fifteen at the end of a summer day, that was nothing compared to how unusual the boy was; Harry Potter was unusual in all senses. For one, he detested the summer holidays; for two, he kept a flying broom in the cupboard under the stairs, along with spell books and other such things; and for another, he was a wizard, a wizard who attended a school called Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
Yet another quarell had broken out inside the house between Dudley and his parents. He had returned home from Smeltings, the school he attended, even larger and rounder than he had been when he left. What once had been three chins now seemed like six, and what once had seemed like baby fat on his porky skin, now seemed more like blubber. The Dursleys had spent all last summer putting Dudley on a diet prescribe by the smeltings nurse, but now the hard work had plainly been for nothing. He had returned home with a pair of knickerbocks ripped completely in half from his oversized feet.
The nurse had sent a letter advising the Dursleys to give him no more than one meal per day, with no meat at all, only very small rations of vegetables and fruits which included beets, celery, and Dudley’s greatest fear, radishes.
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who had at one point insisted Dudley was just a growing boy, had now faced the truth. Dudley was a flat out glutton. However, that did not stop Uncle Vernon from commenting on the fact that radishes were for horses, and not fit for human consumption.
Meanwhile, Aunt Petunia had been facing another dilemna; Dudley was clearly not happy about his new eating schedule. He would sneak out of bed late at night to run to the kitchen with his porky self and theif from the food pantry. Aunt Petunia’s first solution was to hide the food in the cupboard, but Dudley had seemingly smelled his way to it. In the end, his mother and father resorted to the only thing they knew to do; they bought locks for all the cabinets and pantries, hiding the keys in a secret drawer inside of Petunia’s vanity. But Dudley again found the keys, so it was finally decided that Dudley’s room be locked in at night, and they he be under surveillance at all times in the day.
The actual enforcement of these new rules had led to over a dozen fights during the holidays, infact, the Dursleys were so busy keeping an eye on Dudley that they had forgotten to be mean to Harry. Harry had seized this time to take quick glimpses of the tv, flipping around channels at his new found freedom, and even one time, sneaking onto Dudley’s computer (Whose desktop backgrond had been of a piece of pork).
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And now, on Harry’s birthday, which had clearly been forgotten, another fight had broken out because Dudley had refused to eat any of his carrots, claiming that he was not a rabbit. Harry didn’t think he was a rabbit either, Harry thought he was a pig to be truthful.
Harry seized this oppurtunity to escape outdoors, tired of hearing the quarreling indoors all the time.
As he lay on his back, watching the fluffy pink clouds float lazily across the darkening orange sky, he turned to notice a neighbor walking outside of her house, wearing black robes, and carrying a rather raggedy brown leather suitcase (which had one dirty yellow sock hanging out of it) with her. Following her was one of her cats who Harry identified as snow ball. Her name was Arabella Figg, whom the Dursleys would leave Harry with when they were going out, that is, they did, until Harry discovered he was a wizard, and then, fearing he would tell her of his abnormalties.
Harry stared at her. He had seldom seen her outside of her house, but had quite often this summer. There was even one account where she had been outside clipping shrubs that he had been sure she had disappeared into thin air. Indeed, she had been acting strange this summer, even wackier than she usually did.
Harry surveyed her through his round black framed glasses. Surely normal muggles such as her didn’t often go outside with robes on and a suitcase in hand? Not unless they were a wizard, which was an absolute absurd thought, as Harry had spent much time with Mrs. Figg during previous years, and not once had he noticed anything that would indicate she was a wizard.
She was a tall, plump, big built old lady with white milky white hair that she always kept up in a bun; she could often be seen wearing a straw hat with a small daisy at the top of it. Her shoes looked as that of a 17th century person’s shoes; black with a gold buckle at the top of them.
As Harry lay, piercing into her, he saw he turn to him. Realizing he was there, she gave a slight look of shock and terror, then, smiled at him and nodded as she walked over.
“Hello, Harry.” She said in her most polite tone.
“Hello Mrs. Figg,” Harry replied to her.
“And what might you be doing this late in the flower bed?” She asked, gazing down at the dirt that had gathered on his back.
“Oh, that...” Harry turned and nodded to the house, where shouts could easily be heard coming from the house. Mrs. Figg obviously didn’t need explanation any further.
“Ah, so, a fight again I see.”
Harry glanced up at her. For a moment he had forgotten the rather unusual clothing, for a muggle atleast, that she had been wearing, coupled along with the suitcase.
“Um, what’s...” Harry began, but he could not finish, as Mrs. Figg had obviously caught on.
“Oh, this?” She said, holding out the suitcase. “Well, I am going to be gone until next summer, so I thought I’d better pack.”
“What?” Harry said in a quizzial way. “Why? Where are you going?”
“Well, I was going to keep this quiet, but I’m--” She never finished, because no sooner had she tried to get the words out than Uncle Vernon’s voice had come bellowing out of the front door.
“HARRY POTTER! IN HERE! NOW!”
“S-sorry, got to go.” Harry said in a nervous tone, jumping up from the flower bed and dusting his over sized jeans over that had belonged to Dudley at the age of ten. “See you next year Mrs. Figg...”
She nodded. “Yes well, see you in a few weeks dear.”
Harry did not even wonder what she meant by a few weeks, the woman was obviously off her rocker a bit, but he also was rushing to get into the house before his uncle blew a gasket.

Harry walked into the house, where he could see his uncle standing at the foot of the stairs, yelling up to Dudley’s room, and his shrieking aunt, running downwards. Apparently, somehow, they had managed to lock Dudley back into his room, and now he was apparently trashing his room, punching the walls, and throw things out the window, (CRASH!)in a vain attempt to escape.
“Um,” Harry stammered, “Yes, Uncle Vernon?”
If Uncle Vernon was angry with Harry, there was no knowing how bad it would be now that he was mad with Dudley, also. And indeed his uncle must have been quite mad, because he turned around to Harry, his face turning purple and his vains popping out across his face. His eyes look like those of an angry bull’s read to charge.
“THERE IS A RUDDY BIRD ZOOMING AROUND IN THE KITCHEN WITH A PACKAGE! HE LANDED ON DUDLEY’S HEAD! NEARLY FRIGHTENED THE POOR BOY TO DEATH AND HE RAN TO HIS ROOM WHERE PETUNIA LOCKED HIM UP! IF YOU DON’T--” But his uncle was stopped, because all of a sudden, the ‘ruddy bird’ that he had been speaking of came zooming through the open door from the kitchen and into the parlor. Harry recognized it at once.
“Pig!” He shouted, running over to it, letting the tawny owl fly down into his hands, squeaking ecstatically having delievered the parcel.
Pig was his best friend at Hogwarts, Ron’s owl. He had gotten him at the end of their third year.
“I told you,” Uncle Vernon snarled, “That there will be none of that nonesense coming in any of the rooms of this house besides yours!”
“Sorry Uncle Vernon,” Harry said, not sounding at all apologetic.
“Sorry?! SORRY?” He snapped. “What do you think our neighbors would think if they saw that owl flying into our house, with a package?!”
“Well,” Harry said, holding Pig closer to him and shoving the parcel into his pocket.
“Mrs. Figg clearly isn’t there anyway, just talked to her outside, she’s walking around in a cloak with a suitcase. And the Hendersons, well they left on vacation last-”
But Uncle Vernon clearly had not been, nor did he want, a reply from Harry. He grabbed at the bird and the parcel, but Harry quickly bounded to the second step of the staircase, making a creaking sound as he ran up the stairway, Pig in hand, heading to his room, his Uncle running after him.
“Accio Firebolt!” He yelled, holding his wand out. His Uncle looked terrified, and stopped in his tracks, running back down the stairway. Now Harry had done it, he had broken the decree for Underage Wizardry for the third time. But he couldn’t help it. He knew what he was going to do with the broom; pack all his stuff away into his cauldron, tie it to the broom, and fly off. Where to, he could not say.
His broomstick instantaneously came flying to him, and flew into his clutch. He raced into his room, grabbed his robes, spell books, and threw them into his pewter cauldron which he used for Potions. He also put his owl, Hediwg and her cage in there, stuffing Pig in with her. Hedwig apparently did not appeciate being thrown into the cauldron or Pig being in there, as she hooted in a shocked tone when she flew into the cauldron, and then clicked her beaks and screeched when Pig was in there.
Harry then opened a window, threw the invisibility cloak over him as to cover himself from muggle eyes, mounted his broom, and flew out the window into the now pitch black sky, that was shimmering with stars and moonlight. Harry was off. Although, where he was going to go to stay until term started was a mystery to even him.

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