There once was a boy named Harry (whose parents were murdered by Lord Voldemort :D) who was also known as “the boy who lived” and this is the story of him and Lord Voldemort.
It was an normal day with the Dursleys and as usual, Harry was making breakfast for himself and the rest of his family. Until when thousands of letters were flying into the house witch made Vernon say:
What the hell do you think you’re doing boy?
Harry: I’m not doing anything
Vernon: Well give me those letters then
Harry gave Vernon the letters
Vernon opened one letter
Vernon: OMG your going to Hogwarts
Harry : faints
1 hour later
Vernon: Harry get up
Harry: next time I will try not to faint.