Harry James Potter sat in his tiny bedroom at # 4 Privet Dr. counting the days until he could go back to Hogwarts school of Witch craft and Wizardry he marked another day down and sat contemplating as to why Lord Voldemort has not moved out into the open. Rolling over Harry fell into an uneasy sleep.
BOY WAKE UP MRS.WENSON NEEDS YOUR HELP MOVING HER FRIDGE GET OVER THEIR AT ONCE. Harry dutifully rolled out of bed and made his way to # 6 and knocked. Kimberly Wenson a middle aged knockout opened the door in her bath robe. Hello Harry, she said with a sultry smile, I need you to handle something for me untiring her robe and raveling her nude form underneath Harry’s eyes bulged out in surprise. The blonde giggled at the tent in his paints and pulled him inside .
An hour later Harry left with a goofy grin and a limp. Mrs. Gamble from # 5 watched to whole show from her second story window rubbing herself off as the young boy pleased her neighbor thinking I have go to get me some of that, Arriving home his uncle grunted out did you handle it boy? Oh yea uncle I did. Well here is the chores I want done before I get off work.