Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s

stone- The character of Harry.

 The character of Harry Potter
Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under the tuft of
jet black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously
shaped cut, like a lightening bolt.

Harry had always been skinny for his age. He looked even
smaller and skinnier because all he had to wear were old
clothes of Dudley's and Dudley was about four times bigger
than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair
and bight green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with
a lot of sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punches
him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own
appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was
shaped like a bolt of lightening. He had had it for as long as he
could remember.
Harry must have had more haircuts that the rest of the boys in
his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply
grew that way- all over the place.

Sometimes when he strained his memory during long hours in

the cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash
of green light and a burning pain in his forehead. This, he
supposed, was the crash.

At school Harry had no one. Everyone knew that Dudley’s gang

hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken
glasses, and nobody disagreed with Dudley’s gang.!
 Harry sat at the table and tried not to think about how he was
going to look on his first day at Stonewall High.- like he was
wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably!

He had no friends, no other relatives- he didn’t even belong to a

library so he’d never even got a letter asking for his books back.
Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there was no
mistake.

Harry couldn’t sleep, his stomach rumbled with hunger. He lay

and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys
would remember at all.

Harry, yer a wizard! You will be right famous at Hogwarts!