A/N
All the bits in italics was taken from Harry Potter and the philosopher's stone

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"

The scene changed, and Harry was back at Privet Drive.

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys
ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one.

"Harry, just saying, you would have had a better chance of getting a letter if you picked one off the floor, instead of trying to catch them from the air, " Remus said.

"And that ladies and gentlemen, is the reason why my son wasn't sorting into Ravenclaw," James snickered.

"Our son," Lily corrected.

Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall.
When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his moustache at the same time. I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. "We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

He looked so dangerous with half his moustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television and computer in his sports bag.

"Dudley is so bloody spoiled," James muttered.

"Says you, Potter."

"Hey! I wasn't that bad," James argued.

"Yeah yeah, whatever. You literally grew up in a giant mansion!" said Lily, rolling her eyes.

"Prongs. Evans. Will you lovebirds stop bickering? I'm trying to watch this."

Lily was about to open her mouth to tell Sirius not to call her a lovebird, but the loud sound of a huge walrus caught her attention.

"OUT! OUT OF THE HOUSE!" Vernon bellowed. They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while. They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall, Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

"Welcome to Harry's world, Dudley," said Remus.

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door.
"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk", the hotel owner asked.

She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:
Mr. H. Potter
Room 17
Railview Hotel
Cokeworth
Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.
"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following
her from the dining room.

"Vernon, just let him have the bleedin' Hogwarts letter already! The owls will follow him, no matter where he goes, and it will only get worse and worse and worse!" exclaimed James.

Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a ploughed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared.

It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudleysniveled.
"It's Tuesday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television. "
Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Tuesday -- and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days the week, because of television -- then tomorrow, Wednesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday. Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun -- last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks. Still, you weren't eleven every day.

"Poor Harry."

"So it's your birthday tomorrow then?"

"In the memory, yes."

Well, happy birthday in advance memory Harry!" said Sirius.

"Well, erm thanks," Harry replied.

"Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"
It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-grey water below
them. It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours, they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon led the way to the broken-down house.

The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms.

"Merlin. This man is so determined to keep harry away," commented Remus, looking at Lily.
"Tuney is such an idiot to believe that they can actually hide and the letters won't get delivered to them".

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said cheerfully.
He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail. Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.

A/N
I decided to post two chapters this time, so continue onto to the next one!!