Chapter 1 - The boy who lived

 

 

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, number four, privet drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you would expect to be Cloze (1): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDMxJXUwMDA3JXUwMDE4JXUwMDE5JXUwMDAzJXUwMDFhJXUwMDEzJXUwMDAx in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such Cloze (2): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDM2JXUwMDAxJXUwMDAxJXUwMDFkJXUwMDE2JXUwMDBiJXUwMDFkJXUwMDE2 .

Mr. Dursley was the director of the firm called Grunnings, which made Cloze (3): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDNjJXUwMDE2JXUwMDFiJXUwMDA1JXUwMDAwJXUwMDFm . He was a big beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and  blonde in hut nearly twice the usual amount of Cloze (4): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDM2JXUwMDBiJXUwMDA2JXUwMDA4 , 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 son called Dudley  and in their opinion there was no finer boy Cloze (5): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDM5JXUwMDBmJXUwMDE3JXUwMDBlJXUwMDFmJXUwMDBkJXUwMDE3JXUwMDE3 .

The Dursley's had everything they wanted, but they also had a Cloze (6): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDJiJXUwMDE2JXUwMDA2JXUwMDExJXUwMDE3JXUwMDEx , 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 Cloze (7): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDM1JXUwMDA4JXUwMDEx for several years; in the fact, mrs. Dursley pretend that she didn't have a sister , because her sister and her good for nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys Cloze (8): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDJiJXUwMDFiJXUwMDFkJXUwMDExJXUwMDAwJXUwMDAxJXUwMDE3JXUwMDE3JXUwMDAx to think what the neighbors would say if the potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys new that the Potters had a small son too, but they have never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for Cloze (9): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDMzJXUwMDBlJXUwMDAwJXUwMDE1JXUwMDE5JXUwMDA3JXUwMDA5 the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixed in with a child like that.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up un the Cloze (10): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDNjJXUwMDExJXUwMDE5JXUwMDAw , grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley Cloze (11): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDMwJXUwMDFkJXUwMDE4JXUwMDAwJXUwMDA4JXUwMDAx as he picked out his most boring tie for work and Mrs. Dursley Cloze (12): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDNmJXUwMDA4JXUwMDFjJXUwMDAwJXUwMDFhJXUwMDE5JXUwMDE1JXUwMDAx away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair. None of them noticed a large twany owl Cloze (13): anywheredrillsflutterhummedmetdullnonsenseshudderedsecretkeepinggossipedinvolvedneck JXUwMDNlJXUwMDBhJXUwMDE5JXUwMDAxJXUwMDAwJXUwMDExJXUwMDE3 past the window.