'Come here, boy', Vernon Dursley yelled.583Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡrTxnUt8x9E
'What now?', Harry Potter asked him.
'You're going to that boy's school for the year. And no complaints', Vernon answered.
'I hate that school, Uncle Vernon'.
The over-bearing, overweight man was a driller for Grunnings. He was fat because of the doughnuts, and fast food he, and his wife, Petunia, had. Their eleven year old son, Dudley, was also fat, and had a lot of presents. Especially on his birthday. Harry didn't have anything; he was alone, and missed his dead parents, Lily and James Potter.
The Potters died when he was born.
'I hate that place', Harry said miserably.
Then the letters appeared.
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