Harry Potter is an orphan and lives with his abominable
unbearable uncles and cousin Dudley. Harry feels very sad and lonely,
until one day he receives a letter that will change your life
always. It will report that it has been accepted as a student in the
Internal Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. From that
moment, the fate of Harry gives a spectacular turn. At the school
special learn spells, fabulous tricks and tactics
defense against trickery. It will become school champion
Quidditch kind of football played air mounted on broomsticks,
and will be a handful of good friends ... but also some
formidable enemies. But above all, know the secrets that
will allow fulfill his destiny. Though not apparent at first
view, Harry is not an ordinary boy.He's a magician!

 

 

The Boy Who Lived

 

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who lived at number 4 Privet Drive,
They were proud to say they were average, fortunately. It was
last people you would expect to find or related to something strange
mysterious, because they were not for such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a company called Grunnings, which
manufactured drills. It was a big, beefy man with almost no neck, but
with a huge mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had a neck
almost twice longer than usual, so it was very useful as it happened
most of the time stretching it over the fence of the garden
to spy on their neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley,
and for them there was no better for the child.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and
his greatest fear was that would discover it: they would not have supported it known
what the Potters.
Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but not seen
for years; so much so that Mrs. Dursley pretended she did not
sister, because her sister and her husband, completely useless, were the
opposite the Dursleys that could be imagined. The Dursleys shuddered to
think what the neighbors would say if the Potters apareciesen the sidewalk. They knew
that Potter also had a small child, but had never seen. The
boy was another good reason to keep out Potter did not want
Dudley will meet with a child like this.
Our story begins when Mr. and Mrs. Dursley
They awoke on Tuesday, with an overcast sky threatening gray clouds
storm. But there was nothing in this to suggest the cloudy sky
strange and mysterious events that would take place soon after in
throughout the region. Mr. Dursley hummed as his tie became more
soda for work, and Mrs. Dursley chattered happily as
Dudley installed at noisy in the high chair.
None saw the great brown owl was flying out the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, kissed Mrs.
Dursley on the cheek and tried Dudley goodbye with a kiss, but not
he could, because the child had a tantrum and was throwing grain against
the walls. "Rogue" Mr. Dursley mumbled as he left the
home. He got into his car and left the No. 4.

When he reached the corner he noticed the first sign that something was wrong: A
cat was looking at a map of the city. For a second, Mr.
Dursley did not realize what he had seen, but then turned her head
to look again. Yes there was a tabby cat in the corner of Privet Drive,
but he saw no plane. What had I been thinking? Must have
It has been an optical illusion. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. This will
He stared back. As Mr. Dursley turned around the corner and
He climbed down the street, watched the cat in the rearview mirror at the time the
feline was reading the sign that said "Privet Drive" (could not be, cats
can not read the signs or drawings). Mr. Dursley shook his head,
He removed the cat from his thoughts. While going to the city by car is not thought
rather than orders drills hoping to get that day.
But something happened outside that drills away your mind.
Waiting in the usual morning traffic jam, he could not stop
notice a lot of people dressed strangely. Individuals with
layer. Mr. Dursley could not bear people wearing ridiculous clothes. Ah,
sets worn by young! He assumed it must be a fad
new. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a
strangers who were close to him. They whispered to each other, very excited. The
Mr. Dursley was enraged when he realized that two of the unknown not
They were young. Let one was even greater than he, and wore a green coat
Emerald! What courage! But then it occurred to him that there must be some
advertising nonsense; it was clear that these people made a collection for
something. It had to be. Advanced traffic and a few minutes later,
Mr. Dursley arrived in the parking Grunnings, thinking again
drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his
office on the ninth floor. Had he not done so, that morning would have
side focus on the drills. He saw the owls flying in the
day, even in the street if they saw them and pointed with his mouth open,
while birds paraded one after another. Most of those not
I had seen an owl even at night. However, Mr. Dursley
He had a perfectly normal morning without owls. He yelled at five.
He made important telephone calls and shouted again. It was very good
mood until lunchtime, when he decided to stretch their legs and head
the bakery that was on the street.
He had forgotten to people with layer until it passed near a group
I was next to the bakery. Passing looked angry. I do not know why,
but they made him nervous. That group also stirring and not whisper
He wore neither a piggy bank. He returned with a giant donut in a bag
paper, you could hear a few words of their conversation.
-The Potter, that's, that's what I heard ...
Yes, his son, Harry ...
Mr. Dursley froze. Fear invaded. He turned to
who he murmured, as if to say something, but he held back.

He hurried across the street and ran to his office. He roared
his secretary did not want to be bothered, picked up the phone when
I had almost finished dialing his home number, he changed his mind. He left
apparatus and smoothed his mustache, thinking ... no, he was
being stupid. Potter was not such a special name. It was
sure there were many people who were called and Potter
had a son called Harry. And on second thought, I was not even sure
his nephew was called Harry. He had never seen the child. It could be called
Harvey. Or Harold. No sense worrying Mrs. Dursley, always
much upset at any mention of her sister. And it could
I blame him. If he'd had a sister like that ...! But anyway,
Layer these people ...
That afternoon it cost to concentrate on drills, and when he left the
building at five o'clock, he was still so concerned that, without realizing
it has collided with a man who was at the door.
Pardon growled, while the old tiny staggered and nearly fell to
I use. Seconds later, Mr. Dursley realized that the man
She is wearing a purple coat. It did not seem upset by the push. On the contrary, its
face broke into a wide smile, as he said in a voice so
shrill calling the attention of passers-
-¡No Apologize, my dear sir, because nothing can bother me today!
We must rejoice because You-Know-Who finally gone! Even
muggles like you should celebrate this happy day!
And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley and walked away.
Mr. Dursley was completely frozen. He had hugged a
unknown. And last but not least muggle had called him, no matter what
that out. I was puzzled. He hurried into his car and go
to his house, hoping that everything was imagining (which never
He had wanted before, because he did not approve of imagination).
When he walked in the way of No. 4, the first thing he saw (and that does not
improved his mood) was the tabby cat was found in the morning.
At that time he was sitting in his garden wall. He was sure
it was the same as it had identical lines around the eyes.
Get out! Mr. Dursley said aloud.
The cat did not move. Just he gave him a stern look. Mr. Dursley
He asked if this was normal behavior in a cat. He tried to calm down and
He entered the house. I was still determined not to say anything to his wife.
Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. As they ate, they
reported problems Mrs. adjoining door with his daughter, and told
Dudley had learned a new phrase ("I will not!"). Mr. Dursley
He tried to behave normally. Once you lay down to Dudley, he was to
room in time to watch the evening news.

 

And finally, bird-watchers everywhere have reported
now the nation's owls have had an unusual behavior. Despite
to the owls normally hunt at night and it is very difficult to see them
in the light of day, there have been hundreds of notices about the flight of these
birds in all directions from the sun. Experts are unable
to explain the reason why the owls have changed their schedules
dream. -The Speaker allowed a wry grin. Very mysterious. And now,
again with Jim McGuffin and weather forecast. Will there be more rains
owls tonight, Jim?
Well, Ted said meteorólogo-, I do not know, but not only
owls have a strange attitude today. Viewers from as
apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have phoned to tell me that
instead of the rain I promised yesterday had a shower of stars
Shooting! Perhaps people started to celebrate prematurely Night
of the Bonfires. It is next week, gentlemen! But I can promise
a rainy night.
Mr. Dursley froze in his chair. ¿Shooting Stars by
across Britain? ¿Owls flying in daylight? And the rumor, that
whisper about the Potters ...
Mrs. Dursley came into the room with two cups of tea. That was not going
well. He had to say something to his wife. He cleared his throat with
nervousness.
Hey ... Petunia, dear, have you heard lately about your sister?
As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked annoyed and angry.
After all, they normally pretended she had no sister.
No, 'he said curtly. Why?
There are very strange things in the news Mr. Dursley mumbled.
Owls ... shooting stars ... and today was in the city a lot of people
with odd looking ...
-so What? abruptly interrupted Mrs. Dursley
Well, I thought ... maybe ... it might have something to do with ... you know ...
his group.
Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley
He wondered if he dared tell her he'd heard the name "Potter." No I do not know
dare. Instead, he said, trying to appear nonchalant:
The son of them ... must be age Dudley, right?
'I think so,' said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.
And how was it? Howard, right?

Harry. A vulgar and horrible name, if you ask me.
Oh, yes, Mr. Dursley said, a dreadful feeling
miserably. Yes, I agree.
He said nothing more about it, and went to bed. While Mrs.
Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley walked slowly
to the bedroom window and scanned the front yard. The cat still
It was there. Looked closely at Privet Drive, as if
waiting for something.
Was he imagining things? Or could all this have something to do
with Potter? If so ... if it was discovered that they were relatives
about ... well, I thought I could not stand it.
The Dursleys went to bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep
quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, with everything
spinning through his mind. His last, comforting thought before
falling asleep was that even if the Potters were involved in the
events, there was no reason for them to come to him and Mrs. Dursley. The
Potter knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their
class ... I did not see how he and Petunia could mix in something that had
to see (he yawned and turned) ... No, it could not affect them ...
How wrong I was!
Mr. Dursley fell into an uneasy sleep, but the cat was
sitting on the garden wall showed no signs of falling asleep. It was
as still as a statue, staring, unblinking, at the corner of
Privet Drive. Just he trembled when the door, make a closed car in
next street, nor when two owls flew over his head. The truth is
the cat did not move until midnight.
A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, and
it did so suddenly and silently you'd think that had emerged from
the earth. The cat's tail was stirred and his eyes narrowed.
In Privet Drive had never seen such a man. He was tall, thin,
very old, judging by his silver hair and beard so long that might
fasten the belt. She wore a long gown, a purple coat color
swept the floor and boots with high heels and buckles. His blue eyes were clear,
bright and twinkling behind a pair of half-moon glasses. He had
a very long and crooked nose, as if he had ever broken. The
man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
Albus Dumbledore did not seem to realize that they had reached a
street where all his belongings from his name to his boots was wrong
received. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something, but
seemed to realize he was being watched because suddenly, looked at the cat, which
still he staring at her from across the street. For some
reason, see the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered:

I should have known.
He found inside pocket what I was looking. Seemed a
silver lighter. He opened it and held it high in the air and lit it. The light
nearest street went out with a mild outbreak. He turned it on again and
the next lamp went dark. Twelve times operated the damper,
until the only lights left on the whole street were two pins
distant: Cat eyes watching him. If anyone had looked out the
window at that moment, even if Mrs. Dursley with their eyes
beads, beady, would not have seen what was happening in the street.
Dumbledore replaced the damper inside his coat and went to the
No. 4 Street, where he sat on the wall, near the cat. It did not look,
but after a moment he spoke to.
I'm glad to see you here, Professor McGonagall.
He turned to smile at the cat, but it was gone. Instead, you
He directed the smile to a stern-looking woman wearing rimmed glasses
square, recalling the lines were around the cat's eyes.
Tam woman also wore a cloak of emerald. His black hair
I was up in a bun. It seemed clearly upset.
How did you know it was me? he asked.
My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat so stiff.
You too would be stiff if you take all day sitting on a
brick wall said Professor McGonagall.
I Everything all day? When it could have been partying? Must have
gone through a dozen celebrations and parties on my way here.
Professor McGonagall snorted angrily.
Oh yes, they were all holidays, according to said impatiently. I
I thought that would be a little more cautious, but not ... Until Muggles
They have realized that something happens! It was on the news. It -third head
toward the dark living room window of Dursley. I heard.
Flocks of owls, shooting stars ... Well, they are not fully
stupid. They had to realize something. Shooting stars falling in
Kent ... sure was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.
'You can not blame Dumbledore said affable tone. We have
I had so little to celebrate for eleven years ...
'I know,' said Professor McGonagall irritably. But that is not
a reason to lose your head. People have completely returned
careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, even clothing sets
Muggles, trade rumors ...
He gave a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore, as if
expecting it will answer something. But he did not, he continued.

It would be extraordinary that the same day that You-Know-Who looks
have disappeared at last, the Muggles discover everything about us.
Because it really is gone, do not you, Dumbledore?
It's what seems Dumbledore said. We have much to thank.
Would you like to take a lemon?
-a What?
-A Lemon drop. It is a kind of Muggle sweet I
like very much.
No, thank you very much, 'said Professor McGonagall coldly,
as if considering that this was not an appropriate time to
caramelos-. As I said, though You-Know-Who's gone ...
My dear Professor, I'm sure a sensible person
you can call him by his name, right? All this nonsense about Quienusted-known ...
For eleven years I tried to persuade people to it
call him by his real name, Voldemort. -The Professor McGonagall
He drew back in fear, but Dumbledore, busy unwrapping two
lemon drops, seemed not to notice. Everything becomes very confusing
if we keep saying 'You-Know-Who. " I have never found any reason
to fear uttering the name of Voldemort.
I know you do not have that problem 'said Professor McGonagall,
between exasperation and admiration. But you are different. Everyone knows
you are the only one who-you ... Oh, well, Voldemort, was afraid.
'I is flattering Dumbledore said quietly. Voldemort had
powers I never had.
Just because you are too ... well ... Noble ... to use them.
Thank goodness it is dark. I have not blushed so much since the
Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs.
Professor McGonagall gave him a hard look before speaking.
-The Owls are nothing compared to the rumors by
there. Do you know what everyone says about how she disappeared? About what
I finally stopped?
It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point that more
I was eager to discuss the real reason he had expected all
the day as a cold wall or as a cat or as a woman, had never looked
Dumbledore with such intensity as it did at the time. It was
Clearly, whatever it was "that everyone said" would not believe
until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however,
I was choosing another candy and did not answer.
-What Are saying is that insisted last night Voldemort

He appeared in the valley of Godric. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and
James Potter are ... are ... well, they're dead.
Dumbledore nodded. Professor McGonagall was
speechless.
Lily and James ... I can not believe it ... I do not want to believe it ... Oh, Albus ...
Dumbledore reached out and slapped him on the back.
I know ... I know ... he said sadly.
The voice trembled when Professor McGonagall continued.
That's not all. They say they wanted to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But
could not. He could not kill that child. No one knows why, or how, but they say
that as he could not kill him, the power of Voldemort broke ... and that's the
reason is gone.
Dumbledore nodded, sorry.
... Is it true? Professor McGonagall stuttered. After
all he did ... of all the people killed ... he could not kill a child? It is
amazing ... all things that could stop him ... but how
Harry survived in heaven's name?
Only we can make conjectures said Dumbledore. Maybe never
know.
Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at the
eyes, behind his glasses. Dumbledore snorted as he pulled a watch
Gold pocket and examined. It was a very rare watch. And twelve hands
no number; small planets moved around the perimeter of the circle. But
for Dumbledore he must have felt, because he kept saying:
Hagrid is delayed. I imagine that it was he who told him that I would be here,
Right?
Yes, 'said Professor McGonagall. And I imagine you not me
He will tell you why, among many places, had to come right here.
I've come to deliver Harry to his aunt and uncle. They are the only family he has
It left now.
-means ...? It can not refer to the people who live here! cried the
professor, standing feet and pointing at number 4.
Dumbledore ... can not. I've been watching all day. I could not
find us more different people. And that son having ... I saw him giving
kicked his mother as they walked up the stairs, asking for candy at
shouts. Harry Potter can not live there!

 

It is the best place for him Dumbledore said firmly. His uncles

They will explain everything when he gets older. I wrote them a letter.
-¿Una Letter? Professor McGonagall repeated, returning to sit down.
Dumbledore, do you really think you can explain everything in a letter? This Is To
People will never understand Harry! It will be famous ... a legend ... not me
surprised if today was known in future as the day Harry
Potter! They write books about Harry ... all the world's children know their
name.
'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, with very serious look over
his glasses. It would be enough to stun any child. Famous before
know how to speak and walk! Famous for something not even remember! Would not given
account will be much better to grow out of the way until it is
prepared to assimilate?
Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed and then said:
Yes ... yes, you're right, of course. But how will you get the child up
here, Dumbledore? Suddenly he noticed the layer of the teacher, as though
I could have hidden from Harry.
Hagrid will bring.
'Do you think ... sensible ... Hagrid entrust something as important as that?
-A Hagrid, would trust my life said Dumbledore.
I'm not saying his heart is not where it should be said to
Professor McGonagall grudgingly. But I did not say that it is not
neglected. Has a habit of ... What was that?
A thud broke the silence around them. It grew more
strong as they watched on both sides of the street, looking for some light.
He rose to be a roar as they both looked skyward, and
then a heavy bike fell from the air and landed on the road in front of them.
The bike was immense, but if you compared it to the man who
He is driving like a toy. It was two times higher than a normal man
at least five times wider. You could tell it was too big
to accept it and also so scruffy ... black, long hair and
scrambled, and a beard that covered most of his face. His hands had the
same size as tops garbage and feet, shod in
leather boots seemed dolphin calves. In his huge muscular arms
He is holding a bundle wrapped in blankets.
Hagrid said Dumbledore relieved. At last. And where that got
bike?
'I have given the; Professor Dumbledore said the giant, down
Vehicle carefully as he spoke. Young Sirius Black left me.
I brought him, sir.

Isn't there have been problems?
-no Sir. The house was almost destroyed, but I got it before
Muggles began to appear. He fell asleep while flying over
Bristol.
Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent over the blankets.
Including a small child looked fast asleep. Under a bush
jet black hair over his forehead they could see a scar with a
curious way, like lightning.
Was it there ...? whispered Professor McGonagall.
Yes, 'said Dumbledore. You have that scar forever.
Isn't can do anything, Dumbledore?
Even if I could, I would not. Scars may be useful. I I have
one in the left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground.
Well, leave it here, Hagrid, you better finish this.
Dumbledore turned to the Dursleys
Can I ... can I say goodbye to him, sir? He asked Hagrid.
He bent his great shaggy head over Harry and gave him a kiss,
scraping with a beard. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a
howl like a wounded dog.
Shhh! said Professor McGonagall. You're going to wake the
muggles!
Hagrid'm ... sorry whined, and face with a large handkerchief wiped.
But I can not stand it ... Lily and James dead ... and the poor Harry will
to live with Muggles ...
Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but control yourself, Hagrid, or will discover -
Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid arm,
as Dumbledore passed over the garden gate and went to the door
He had front. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took the letter from her
coat, hid under the covers of the child and then returned with the other two.
For a long minute the three watched the little bundle. Shoulders
Hagrid they shuddered. Professor McGonagall blinked furiously.
The flickering light radiated Dumbledore's eyes seemed habitually
abandoning them.
Well finally said Dumbledore, you're done. We have nothing to
do here. We better go and join us in the celebrations.
Aha said Hagrid hoarsely. I will return the bike to Sirius.
Good evening, Professor McGonagall, Professor Dumbledore.

Hagrid wiped tears with the sleeve of his jacket, climbed onto the
motorcycle and kicked the lever to put the engine running. With a
din rose into the air and disappeared into the night.
'We'll see you soon, I hope, Professor McGonagall said Dumbledore,
greeting her with a nod. Professor McGonagall blew
nose in reply.
Dumbledore turned and walked down street. He stopped at the corner and
Damper lifted the silver. He did work once and all lights
Street lit, so that Privet Drive with a glow lit
orange, and he could see a tabby cat scurried around the corner,
at the other end of the street. He could also see the bundle of blankets of
house stairs No. 4.
Good luck, Harry murmured. He turned and, with a flick
his cloak, disappeared.
A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive. The street remained
silent under a sky of ink color. This was the last place you
I expect amazing things happen. Harry Potter turned between
blankets without waking. A small hand closed on the letter and
He slept on, not knowing he was famous, not knowing that in a few
hours he would wake up the cry of Mrs. Dursley, when he opened the door
principal to take the milk bottles. Nor that he would spend the next
weeks pricked and pinched by his cousin Dudley .. He could not know either
that, at the same time, people who met in secret
across the country were raising their glasses and saying, with hushed voices: "By
Harry Potter ... the boy who lived! "