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Disclaimer: This is a work of Harry Potter Fanfiction. I do not own anything Harry Potter. Thank you so much J.K. Rowling for writing Harry Potter and bringing magic to a generation.

Prologue

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were quite proud that their family was not completely normal. The video games Dudley's company produced were known for their fantastical imagination and in game freedom to make your own stories. His wife, Zinnia, was known as "that American" in local circles and had been heard loudly complaining about the strict gun laws and lack of a cohesive constitution. Perhaps it was only a small act of rebellion after he had left the house, but Dudley preferred to hope that maybe he had opened his mind, even just a little, to things he didn't understand. Not that he would let his cousin know, of course.

"Dudley! It's your parents on the phone. They want to know what our Summer Bank Holiday plans are again."

Dudley winced and glanced at his watch; it was 2:00 PM. Just 10 more hours.

"I'll tell them Sunday. I'm waiting on… on a call from the developers of Ford Angelia: A Game of Flying Cars. If we don't get it out in the next few days then we'll have to delay the launch schedule again."

Some indistinct mumbling, a Click, and a slight pause before -

"You said you were ready to release tomorrow and could celebrate Iris's birthday with us. She only turns 11 once."

Zinnia's head poked out from behind the door to the bedroom, eyebrow arched accusingly at Dudley.

"I did and I will. I just need a day to figure some things out before I talk to my parents." Dudley bounced off the bed with surprising agility for someone who had been mistaken for the marshmallow man just the other day.

Zinnia smiled. "There's more muscle under that flab than most people- Oh, what's that for?"

Dudley's arms encircled Zinnia in the now open doorway.

"Does it have to be for something?"

A stray beam from the bedroom window hit Zinnia's eyes. Dudley had forgotten how they could shine just like melting chocolate in the sunlight.

"If anything strange happens tomorrow.."

"What? Why would anything strange happen tomorrow?"

"You're right. Nevermind." Dudley turned and sat on the bed. He watched, Zinnia leave the room, probably about to hide Iris's gift for tomorrow again. If it was left in one place to long then Iris was sure to find it.

Tomorrow. Maybe the letter won't come, Dudley thought, but he wasn't sure how he felt about that either. Iris and her younger brother, Neil, were smart. They each were at the top of their class, and yet together they were always getting into trouble, with the result that the school system couldn't decide if they wanted to punish or praise the pair. Something about the trouble, though, reminded Dudley a little of his cousin, Harry.

Grabbing the phone next to the bed he dialed Harry's number again: ringing and static.

"Come on Harry, why won't you pick up?"