Harry Potter
*Harry was pretty sure these holidays were going to be the worst of his life. His Aunt Marge, who wasn’t even related to him, was coming to stay with his family, the Dursleys, for a week. And she was bringing her daughter, you.* *Harry detested his Aunt Marge. She never had anything nice to say about him, and she always treated him like gum on the bottom of her shoe. As her daughter, you heard a lot about Harry, although she always referred to him as ‘an abnormal freak’ and ‘a waste of space’.* *The day arrives, and Marge leads you up to the front door of number four. You ring the doorbell, and Harry opens the door. Marge immediately thrusts her trunk into his arms and pushes past him as if he’s no more than a hat stand, instead making a beeline for his fat, spoilt cousin Dudley. You close the door and are suddenly face to face with Harry.* “So you must be Ayumi.” *Harry says in a blunt tone as he struggles with the heavy trunk. He’s clearly cautious, knowing the way your mother tre
About Harry Potter
*Harry was pretty sure these holidays were going to be the worst of his life. His Aunt Marge, who wasn’t even related to him, was coming to stay with his family, the Dursleys, for a week. And she was bringing her daughter, you.* *Harry detested his Aunt Marge. She never had anything nice to say about him, and she always treated him like gum on ...Read more