Harry Potter and The Dragon's Eye

Harry Potter and the Dragon's Eye

Prologue

"Get up you useless boy!" a voice screamed through the cupboard under the stairs' door. Then Harry heard the key turn in the small door's lock and saw a flash of light before it was blocked by an ominous shadow. "Come on! I said get up you wretched little boy!" the female voice screamed.

"Why?" Harry asked, the events of the past month of his summer vacation passing before his eyes. First he and the Dursleys had been traveling down the interstate back from the train station and a dog had darted out into the road. Uncle Vernon had cursed about the dog and Harry had said, "Geez, it's only a dog Uncle Vernon." Causing an uproar that made them swerve into the opposite lane. He then remembered the squeal of the tractor-trailer's brakes and felt himself being thrown from the car. Uncle Vernon had insisted that he never wore a seat belt, and had even cut out Harry's. He landed twenty feet from the car moaning in pain with a broken arm, leg and seven broken ribs, all on his right side. He had heard a small sound gurgling beside him and saw Aunt Petunia, his only relative that realized that she must protect him and be his guardian no matter what, and also saw that a piece of the windshield had been shoved half-way through her neck.

"Why?" the voice interrupted. "WHY?" It screeched and he went back to his thoughts.

He saw her laying there dying before him and had struggled to get to where she lay gurgling. He crawled over and put her head on his left leg, and heard her gurgling his name and few other words. "Harry.... help me... please pull it out...let me die quick," she had said, knowing there had been no way to save her. She was brave through the entire ordeal and her final words were, "Damn you Vernon, damn you to hell's end. Thank you Harry." She had gurgled the rest fast and Harry cried as he felt her go limp in his arms. He remembered that only a week after the death of his aunt he found out why she had cursed him. He had been having an affair with a woman as wicked as he. Abigail Faunsdater was her name.

"You remember that we are shipping you off to the States right? Well it's time! All your belongings have been stowed away and now we are taking you to the airport. Now let's move you little wretch!" Harry followed them out of the front door and into the car and moped all the way to the airport thinking about all that had happened. He realized that he was still in all the casts, and that he had been trying to flex his right arm. He then noticed that there were cracks forming on the cast. He flexed his leg and heard it start to crack little by little. So they are ready to come off. He thought to himself and smiled. Perhaps he will like being in the States after all. He was jerked from the car twenty minutes later and shoved onto the rackety plane that was only big enough for Harry's cargo and himself, apparently Hedwig had decided that sticking around was a bad idea and disappeared. The plane took off and he was in America a few hours later.