((Sorry about the interruption, but I really do needto make this point. Hailey's notes will be *like this,* while the text from the books will be normal. International readers should also note that I amusing the American version, first edition. This means that the GOF mistake will be present. Yes, I'm doing all seven. This chapter, which starts somewhere below, just sets the scene. Nothing too fancy.
Also, readers new to Harry Potter. This is a very good chance to read the series. You don't have to read Hailey's notes, but I do reccomend it, as they're pretty funny.
So, enough of my incessant rambling. I now present…
"Notes In The Margin"))


PROLOGUE
House-sitting. That's all she'd been doing for a week. It was as a favor to her DEAR brother and his new wife. It wasn't like she had much of a choice. He insisted she move in anyway, as Death Eaters would LOVE to kill her, just because of her name.
But it wasn't like she was bored. In true Marauder spirit, Hailey Potter was exploring Potter Manor. The ground floor was nothing interesting, except perhaps a dead doxy behind the stove. Next floor, same thing. Bedrooms, and lots of them. At the far end of the house from the stairs, tucked into the quietest corner there could possibly be, was Harry's combination library and office. Hailey's Gryffindor sense of adventure kicked in just then (not that it had ever been turned off).
She pushed the door open to reveal shelf after shelf of books. Her eyes raked the room, falling on seven books reposing on Harry's desk. Hailey picked up the thinnest of them.
"Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone," she read, looking at the picture on the cover. It showed askinny boy with green eyes and messy black hair reaching for a Golden Snitch. That had to be Harry.
Without a second thought (or even a first), Hailey gathered up all seven books and carried them downstairs. Who said house-sitting had to be dull?

Awesome post and house sitting haha.

Thanks. Sorry about the typos. It's hard writing on a tochscreen.

CHAPTER 1: THE BOY WHO LIVEED *Like he needs any more fame. Honestly.*

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. *You're not welcome* They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. *It makes perfect sense, really*
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, *Stole it from Vernon* which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small *Like he was ever small* called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband *Dad was NOT like that!* were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. *That's not hard* The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. *Or me. Huge error: I EXIST TOO* This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that. *Harry and I are perfectly fine and normal*
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, *Not a story, fact* there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. *This must be the day after Harry got his scar* Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily *Like she does anything else* as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.


I'm stopping here for now. Sorry, folks, but I promise I'll do better later.

Lol shah Hailey.

Glad you like it

A. M. A. S. I. N. G. !!

In all honesty, which comment wa your favorite? (Might make this a pick at the end of the chapter)

Haha *or me I exist too*

My personal favorite: *that's not hard*

((Sorry about the delay. Bloody Muggle cleaning. Here's the next part of chapter 1. Hope you like ijt. Be on the watch at the end of the chapter for voting opportunities. Anyway, let's see what other comments Hailey has up her sleeves…))


None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window. *bloody Muggles don't notice anything, do they?*
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried *key word: tried* to kiss Dudley googbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum *then what was he doing before, dare I ask?* and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar-- *took him long enough* a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen--then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? *not much, to be honest* It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drovee around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive--no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himselfa little shake and put the cat out of his mind. *what mind?* As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. *that'll certainly bore into anyone's mind*

((Sorry for the delay, folks. I'll try to be a bit more regular in the future, but only if I get comments from at least three readers new to this story.))


But on the edge of town, drills were driven from his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. *oh, Merlin, here it comes* People in cloaks. Mr. Dursleycouldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes--the getupsyou saw on young people! *old fart* He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these wierdos standing quite close by. *wizards aren't weird!* They were whispering excitedly together. *about my DEAR brother* Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was and wearing an emerald-green cloak! *probably to match Harry's eyes* The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt--*not very far off, are we?* these people were obviously collecting for something…yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on a few minutes and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills. *because it's no fun not to speculate about the cloaked people*