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One cold November night, Little Whinging Privet Drive was quiet, except for a dark cat sitting outside number 4, meowing quietly.Out of nowhere there was a knock and therestood an old man with a long white beard and a funny looking robe. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore. Headmaster of Hogwarts. The cat moved towards Albus and transformed into an elderly lady with a green robe. This lady's name was Minerva McGonagall.
Minerva McGonagall walked up to Albus Dumbledore and began to urgently explain, "Albus, these muggles are the worst of the worst."
"I sat here all day and I didn't see anything good about them. You can't leave Harry here!" But before she could argue any further, she was interrupted by a strange sound. It was a flying thing. A motorbike. And in it sat a huge man with a thick beard and hair, holding something tiny. As he approached, the small thing turned into a baby. It was sleeping quietly, you'd say it's just a baby,
but this baby was Harry Potter.The savior of the wizarding world. The boy who lived. Wondering what he survived and why he saved the wizarding world?
Because this one-year-old somehow survived and fended off a killing curse on a very dark wizard who must not be named, who murdered innocent people for fun.
The big bushy man otherwise known as Hagrid got off the flying motorbike,with baby Harry in his arms. It wasn't until he approached the pair of older wizards, they noticed he was crying. Hagrid slowly and carefully placed Harry on the threshold of Privet drive Number 4 and stepped away. Baby, Harry was wrapped in a soft blanket and fast asleep.
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One sunny morning on the private road, everything was normal, as always all the houses and lawns were the same, even the shutters were the same. Except for the house number 4. At first it looked like an ordinary family of three. A father who works hard, a mother who stays at home and takes care of the household and a small five-year-old child. However, no one knew that their nephew was also living with them. A small boy with red hair and beautiful deep green eyes. This boy's name was Harry Potter and he was just standing on a stool by a very clean stove trying to prepare a bacon and oxeye breakfast for his uncle and cousin.The important thing is that he tried. Since he's only a 5-year-old with little experience, you can't expect miracles from him. He burned the bacon. The smell of burnt bacon filled the house and the boy knew that his uncle and aunt would be very upset. The boy quickly turned off the stove and tried to hide the damage. But it was too late. His uncle and aunt were already rushing into the kitchen. His uncle, Vernon was furious burgundy purple and Aunt Petunia had an expression of absolute disgust. They started yelling all sorts of abuse at him. The poor little boy didn't even know what they meant. He just knew they weren't nice words. When Vernon raised his hand to hit him - as he had done many times before - the boy just he curled up in a ball and hoped that nothing would be broken this time. And even if the boy tried as hard as he could, he never managed to dodge or escape the senseless punishment, either because of his uncle's whim or when he got angry.
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If you're wondering why, it's because the chapter I wrote in ao3 got deleted.
THREE times.But I'm also writing badly because I'm writing on my phone and I can't read it.Maybe it's because I lost my glasses 🤗For more information as I write:I started writing this story originally on Wattpad. But what happened😱 I accidentally deleted my old profile and I can't log in.So I have a new one. Yay.The story will be written by ME on wattpad and then written by ME on ao3.
WARNING!!I will delete this story and write it againWARNING!!
For everyone, the story on wattpad will be in a different language and under a different name!!Language: SlovakTitle: Potter je v poriadku!VÅ¡ak?The author:RemyyLeviiIT IS ME!Just different nameAnd finally, a big thank you to everyone who gave me kudos and comments, even though I'm not sure how the comments work. Heh.