Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone

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J. K. Rowling BOOK 1: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone read by Stephen Fry.

 

All Harry Potter Audiobooks:

 

Harry Potter Audio Book 1 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 1 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 2 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 2 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 3 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 3 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 4 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 4 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 5 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 5 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 6 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 6 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 7 JIM DALE;     Harry Potter Audio Book 7 Stephen Fry

Harry Potter Audio Book 8

Harry Potter Audio Book 9

Harry Potter Audio Book 10

Harry Potter Audio Book 11

 

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Almost ten years had passed since the Dursleys had Awakened Up to locate their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had barely changed in any respect. The sun rose on the identical neat front gardens and lit up the number four to the Dursleys’ front entrance; it crept in their living space, which was nearly precisely the same as it was at the night when Mr. Dursley had noticed that fateful news accounts regarding the owls. Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book. Just the pictures on the mantelpiece actually showed just how much time had passed. Ten decades back, there’d been plenty of images of what seemed like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets – but Dudley Dursley was no more a baby, and the photos showed a large blond boy riding his first bike, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no indication whatsoever that another boy lived in the home, too.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, however maybe not For extended. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first sound of the day. “Up! Get up! Now!” His aunt rapped on the door. she screeched. Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book read by Stephen Fry. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. He rolled onto his back and attempted to recall the dream he’d been having. It was an excellent one. He had a funny feeling he’d had the exact same dream before. His aunt was back outside the doorway. she demanded. “Well, get a move on, I would like you to care for the bacon. And do not you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy’s birthday.” Harry groaned. His aunt snapped through the door.

Dudley’s birthday – how can he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started searching for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of these, place them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was filled with these, which was where he slept. When he was dressed he went down the hallway to the kitchen. J.K Rownling – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audiobook Free. It seemed as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bicycle. Dudley’s favorite punching bag was Harry, but he could not often catch him. Harry did not look it, but he was really fast. Maybe it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley’s, and Dudley was about four times larger than he was. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all of the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a really thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He’d had it as long as he could recall, and the very first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he’d gotten it. Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book Download. In the car crash as soon as your parents died, she’d said. “And do not ask questions” Do not ask questions – which was the very first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys. About once per week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of the newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut.

Harry must Have had more haircuts than the remaining boys in his class put The Vanishing Glass ‘ 21 ‘ together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way – all over the area. Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mom. Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was hard as there was not much space. His face dropped. Book 1: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book by Stephen Fry. “Thirty-six,” he stated, looking up in his mother and dad. “That is two less than last year” “Darling, you have not counted Auntie Marge’s present, see, it’s here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy.” “All right, thirty-seven afterward,” said Dudley, going red in the face area. Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, “And we’ll buy you another two presents while we are out now.

Two more gifts. Is that right?” Dudley thought for a minute. It seemed like hard work. Finally he said, So I will have thirty. Little tyke wants his money’s worth, just like his dad.  At the moment the phone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and stressed. “Bad news, Vernon,” she explained. She can not take him.” Dudley’s mouth fell open in horror, but Harry’s heart gave a jump. Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book Download. Each year on Dudley’s birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or even the films. Each year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. The Entire house smelled of cabbage and Mrs.

“You can just leave me here,” Harry put in hopefully (he’d be Able to see what he wanted on television for a change and perhaps even have a go on Dudley’s computer). Aunt Petunia looked as though she had just swallowed a lemon. “And come back and discover the house in ruins?” she snarled. “I will not blow up the home,” said Harry, but they were not listening. “I guess we can take him to the zoo,” said Aunt Petunia slowly, “and leave him at the vehicle” “That automobiles fresh, he is not sitting in it” Dudley started to cry loudly. Actually, he was not really crying – it’d been years since he had really cried – he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him whatever he desired. “Dinky Duddydums, do not cry, Mummy will not let him spoil your special moment!” She cried, flinging her arms around him. He constantly sp-spoils everything Only then, the doorbell rang “Oh, very good Lord, they’re here!” Said Aunt Petunia frantically – and a moment later, Dudley’s best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mum. JK Rowling- Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book Free. He was generally the person who held people’s arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry simultaneously. Half an hour later, Harry, who could not believe his luck, was sitting at the back of the Dursleys’ car with Piers and Dudley, on the road into the zoo for the first time in his lifetime. His aunt and uncle had not been able to think about anything to do with him, but before they’d left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside. “I am warning you,” he’d said, putting his large purple face right up near Harry’s.

But Uncle Vernon did not believe him. Nobody ever did. The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he did not make them occur. Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he had not been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left “to hide that horrible scar.” Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the following day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses. Next morning, however, he’d gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off. He was given a week in his cupboard for this, although he’d attempted to explain he could not explain how it had grown back so quickly. Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to push him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley’s (brown with orange puff balls). Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book (listen online). The harder she tried to pull on his head, the bigger it seemed to become, until finally it may have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly would not fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it should The Vanishing Glass have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry was not punished. On the other hand, he’d gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of their school kitchens. Dudley’s gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry’s surprise as anyone else’s, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry’s headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings.

But all he had tried to perform (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of the cabinet) Was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him mid-jump. But now, nothing was likely to go wrong. It was worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that Was not college, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg’s cabbage-smelling alive room. While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He Liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of the favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums,” he explained, as a motorcycle overtook them. Stephen Fry – Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone Audio Book. I had a dream about a motorcycle, said Harry, remembering suddenly. “It was flying.” Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the vehicle in front. He turned Right about in his chair and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic Beet using a mustache.