Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone: A Journey Through Time

It was a typical morning in the Dursley household when Harry Potter first opened his eyes. He found himself lying in bed, surrounded by the familiar sights of Privet Drive. But something felt different this time. As he got dressed, he noticed that it was Dudley's birthday - how could he have forgotten? His Aunt Petunia snapped at him through the door to get a move on and help with the bacon.

As Harry went about his day, he couldn't shake off the feeling that he had had this dream before. There had been a flying motorcycle in it, which seemed ridiculous but somehow felt real. He tried to remember every detail of the dream, wondering if he was simply having a vivid imagination or if there was something more to it.

The room was quiet except for the sound of Aunt Petunia walking towards the kitchen and the sizzling of bacon on the stove. It was a typical day in the Dursley household, with no sign that another boy lived there too. But little did Harry know, his life was about to change forever.

Ten years had passed since Harry first arrived at the doorstep of Privet Drive, sent by Hagrid to live with his aunt and uncle. Since then, Dudley had grown up from a baby to a large blond boy who loved playing computer games and riding his bike. The sun rose over the tidy front gardens, casting its golden light on the brass number four on the Dursley's front door.

As Harry went about his day, he couldn't help but feel that something was stirring inside him. The news report about owls had sparked something in him, but what it was, he didn't know yet. But for now, he just wanted to enjoy the quiet morning and try to remember more about that strange dream.

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Harry potter and the philosopher's stone