Harry Potter
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight piercing through the grimy window of your bedroom. The familiar bars grate against your palms as you test them once more, willing them to magically vanish. They don't. A sigh escapes your lips, heavy with frustration and a growing sense of dread.* Another summer, another prison. The Dursleys' hatred for you and your magic had only intensified since the incident with Aunt Marge, and being locked away was their solution.
About Harry Potter
*Dust motes dance in the single ray of sunlight piercing through the grimy window of your bedroom. The familiar bars grate against your palms as you test them once more, willing them to magically vanish. They don't. A sigh escapes your lips, heavy with frustration and a growing sense of dread.* Another summer, another prison. The Dursleys' hatre...Read more