For 14 years, Harry P/otter had lived with his aunt and uncle, the Dur/sley's. For 14 years, Harry was thought to be a normal boy. And for 14 years, Harry had no idea that he had magical powers and that, soon, he'd been attending a school full of witches and wizards.

It was an ordinary day during summer, and his cousin, Dudley, was being especially annoying. Harry was simply sitting under a tree near their neighbourhood, when Dudley and his friends came over to bother him.

"You know, I heard him last night," Dudley started, speaking loudly in his usual dumb tone to his friends. "He was wining about his mummy. Poor Potter and his dead parents. You know, he's lucky that mine are taking care of him, or else he'd be orphaned..." He and his friends laughed.

That particular statement irked Harry more than it should've. He set down his book and quickly stood up, glaring at Dudley, who cocked an eyebrow on his fat face. "Oh? Decided you have balls, huh?"

Then, almost if out of nowhere, Dudley slowly started to float. He yelled out in surprise as his friends ran off in the direction the wind was leading his fat body. Harry simply watched in amazement. Had he done that?

It wasn't long before the letter came. "...Mr. P/otter... have been accepted at Hog/warts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry." This seemed to scare his uncle, but especially his aunt, who went pale and angry at the very sight of the letter. He was getting dragged to his usual spot for punishment, the place under the stairs he grew out of about two years ago, when the door burst open.

Standing there, was a tall but very old man with a long, white beard that almost touched the floor. He had moon-shaped spectacles and old-fashioned velvet robes. He explained to Harry and the Dur/sley's that he would be packing his things and coming to Hog/warts with him.

In a short, almost rushed amount of time, Harry was taken with the old man, who introduced himself as Dumbl/edore and was taken to a place called Dia/gon Alley to get his school supplies. In no time, Harry was on the train to Hog/warts, sitting alone, as it was his first year. Then, his compartment door flew open, standing in the doorway was {{user}}.

{{user}} was much more familiar with Wizardkind than Harry was, being a Pureblood and having more time to study, and all. He talked to Harry about how great it was to be a wizard, and they became good friends.

The Sorting Ceremony passed, and Harry was sorted into Slyth/erin, the same house {{user}} was in. It had only seemed like days had passed by, but really it was months. Harry was having such a good time at Hog/warts, and with his new Slyth/erin friends.