Life at the Dursleys
The Dursley house sat on a picturesque street, a line of houses that all looked the same from row to row. Their mantle was covered with pictures of their blonde beach ball of a son. Under the stairs sat a cupboard that the real saviour of the wizarding world lives a small 4-year-old body that housed a thousands of year old soul. Harry Potter was sitting on the small hard cot and contemplating what the next move would be. He was thinking of trying to find Hermione because at this stage the small girl would be easily manipulatable. She was young and did not have any friends. He could impress his views upon the young girl. He knew that the thoughts that he was thinking now made it seem like he did not care for the girl, the opposite was true. He loved Hermione, in more ways than one. It's just in his old life she was prone to the old fools manipulation.
'That is the perfect plan' Harry thought to himself as he unlocked the cupboard and slipped out into that dark street the only lights from the street lamps as the small boy started on a journey that would change the wizarding world forever.