Chapter 1
(Harry’ pov)
Harry has been living with the Dursleys since he was 1 year old and his parents died.
A few weeks ago an odd black dog has started hanging out around the house, Harry has grown to love him. Now he sits in the front yard playing with the dog , he thinks the silly boy needs a name. Snuffles seems to fit nicely.
He hears his name being yelled. Nice, he just had some time alone with the dog and now he has to go cook dinner.
While cooking dinner the dog seems to have sneaked inside. He hears uncle Vernon yelling at Snuffles, “you annoying black street rat why do you keep sneaking in! The neighbors think you’re our dog now!”
Wait.. maybe Harry does have a chance in keeping Snuffles… Snuffles is the only friend Harry has ever had.
When he finishes cooking dinner and everyone sits at the table Harry gets together his nerves and asks “uncle Vernon, can we please keep the dog? I’ll take care of him and make sure he doesn’t ruin anything. That way you don’t have to worry about to neighbors”
Uncle Vernon looks at him through his ugly pig like eyes with an angry expression. But honestly that man always looks like an angry pig…
Aunt Petunia loos at him suspiciously before saying “If that keeps the thing from pooping in the neighborhood and causing our neighbors to complain about it yes. But not because we want to!”
Harry tries very hard not to smile (and probably fails). “thank you aunt petunia, I’ll clean the the entire house and do the dishes”.
Later that evening Harry is laying in his bed with with snuffles next to him, his hand running through the dogs fur.
''Hey snuffles, I’m Harry. I’m gonna take good care of you, we’ll get you a collar tomorrow. Do you like that?''
The dog’s tale starts wagging and his ears go up ''Oh you like that, don’t you Snuffles?'' Harry says with a smile
A few minutes later Harry falls asleep with his hand in the soft black fur