Ghost Queen || Leo Valdez (RTB)

THE BOY WHO LIVED

"What's the book called, anyway?"

"Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone."

"That's weird."

CHAPTER 1: THE BOY WHO LIVED

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal thank you very much.

"Your welcome." Connor, Travis and George said.

They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was a director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he had a very large mustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son,

"Small?" Harry said.

called Dudley

"What kind of a name is that?" Leo demanded.

"Bold words coming from a boy named Leonidas." Rigel said said.

"Even bolder coming from a boy named Rigel."

and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters.

Mrs Potter was Mr Dursleys sister but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as UnDursleyish as it was possible to be.

Harry's face was turning red as he thought about Petunia treating his mother as if she were inferior.

The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

"Well, I never wanted to be mixed with them, either." Harry growled.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside suggested that the strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie, for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

"Nothings changed."

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

Annabeth squinted her eyes. "During the day?"

Harry nodded.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and thrown his cereal at the wall. "Little tyke," chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar—a cat reading a map.

"Wow," Will said, glancing briefly at Summer. "Even a cat can read better then you."