Peace at Last

Chapter 1

A normal night had just arrived on Privet Drive, where all the houses are the same, all the lawns are neatly cut and green even in the middle of summer despite the hose ban. Families are eating or settling down to watch the television to see the latest strange things that had occurred in the news.

Down at number four however an argument was occurring yet again about the noise during the nights. Now the residents of number four proud themselves on being completely normal, however they hide a secret that would dispute that as it is anything but normal. For in the smallest bedroom in the house lays a young lad of the age of fifteen, soon to be sixteen, with the strangest things around him.

A snowy owl, quills and ink, parchment and books of the strangest names lay around. The argument that seemed to be happening sounded like a reoccurring one at that.

“If you don’t stop screaming out of a night boy I’ll give you something meaningful to scream about,” bellowed a large man with a purple face.

“Yes Uncle Vernon, I’m sorry Uncle Vernon it won’t happen again,” the young lad replied.

“Just make sure it doesn’t and don’t you forget to write to those freaks of yours boy,” with that said he turned around slammed the door and you could hear him mumbling about “inconsiderate freaks” as he boomed downstairs.

The young lad let out a sigh of relief and fell onto his bed. Tugging at his oversized, hand-me-down clothes he began to get changed, the young lad had raven black hair down to his shoulders which he pulled up and gathered it at the nape of his neck. No longer was he a scrawny child he stood at 6ft tall and looked as if he has power and money. He has both of these you see this lad isn’t normal in the slightest, he is a wizard who goes to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry during term time, although he resides at number four during the summer. The reason he lives there is due to the fact that he isn’t a normal wizard either far from it no he is famous know as ‘The-Boy-Who-Lived’ famous for vanquishing a Dark Lord at the tender age of 1 ½.

Halloween eve fourteen years earlier the Dark Lord Voldemort, or You-Know-Who to the general wizarding world, attacked his home killing his father, whom attempted to stall for his mother, before proceeding to kill his mother who refused to stand by and allow him to kill her son. He then turned his wand on the young child only to have the curse he fired turned back on his self. The wizarding world celebrated that night by praising the ‘The-Boy-Who-Lived’ Harry Potter.

Now we join young Harry whilst he is placing his contact lenses over his glowing emerald eyes before neatening his hair in doing so you could see the reminder of that Halloween night a lightening bolt shaped scar on his forehead. Once he was satisfied with his appearance he flicked his wrist and all his belongings floated and packed themselves in a trunk.

Turning to his owl he said, “Well girl almost time to leave, I’ve got to meet Hermione in a bit, then I’ll be joining you say hi to the dogs for me yeah,” and he opened the cage door and the owl flew out and landed on his arm and hooted, he chuckled and stroked her feathers and she nibbled his finger affectionately and flew out the open window.

With another flick of his wrist he shrunk the cage and placed inside of the trunk he closed the lid and shrunk that and placed it inside of his pocket. He grabbed a jacket and places his wand up his sleeve and made his way downstairs, he crept past the living room door and opened the front door. Carefully he listens and waits until he can hear the snores he flicks his wrist towards it then moves off. He heads off down the road towards the park where Hermione is waiting for him. He ponders the question of why she has asked to meet her now instead of waiting until his birthday in two weeks.


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