Chapter 1

The loud, high-pitched squeals could be heard all around the Dursley household, at 4 Privet Drive. Mr. Dursley quickly ran to his wife, red in the face.

"WHY IS SHE STILL CRYING?! THE NEIGHBORS WILL COMPLAIN!" He spoke angrily, with an accusing glare at his wife.

"I can't help it!" Mrs. Dursley replied, eyeing her husband warily and speaking in a placating tone.

Harry Potter, having found out long ago that covering his head with his pillow did nothing to muffle the noise, merely walked sleepily to the bathroom. He looked at the clock.

4:22 A.M. It glowed in bright red numbers. Brushing his teeth, he looked disparagingly at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.

Harry hadn't been able to get a good night's sleep all summer, after coming home to find out that the Dursleys had just had a baby girl, named Angelina. No wonder why he had only received a tissue that Christmas, and that Mr. Dursley hadn't gotten mad at Harry all through the car ride home.

Hah! He thought. Angelina my ---.

He envied Dudley, whose sleeping-through-hurricane-abilities shone during this period.

Meanwhile, Mr. Dursley continued to argue with Mrs. Dursley.

"I can't believe how incapable you are!"

That was apparently the last straw for Mrs. Dursley.

"Well we wouldn't have to go through this if you had the money to hire a nurse for her like you did for Dudley!"

Mr. Dursley scowled, but could not reply. It was true that his employers had finally decided that they did not need him; they had decided to "streamline" their corporation in order to increase profits during the economic bust.

Harry sighed, and shook his head disparagingly.

Suddenly, a scream of terror was heard, a scream different from Angelina. In the ensuing silence, a Mr. Weasley appeared, clutching his wand.

"Harry, you know it's illegal to do magic in a Muggle house!"

"Hrm?"

Harry spoke through a mouthful of foamy toothpaste. He hastily spit, rinsed his mouth, then turned to Mr. Weasley again.

"What did you say?"

Mr. Weasley looked at the faucet with interest. He turned the hot water knob, then the cold water knob.

"Simply delightful!" He beamed at Harry, then remembered his mission. His face grew solemn.

"We have just received reports of magic-use in this house, strictly forbidden. Normally we would have just sent an owl parchment like we did last time [[that is what they did, right? I don't own the HP books @.@]], but we remembered the Dobby incident and decided to do further investigation."

His eyes turned kind.

"So, Harry, was it you that did this?"

Harry shook his head vehemently.

"What kind of magic was this? I was just brushing my teeth, as you can see. My wand is no where near here!"

Mr. Weasley paused, then took out his wand.

"Accio wand!"

Nothing appeared.

Mr. Weasley nodded.

"Well, I didn't get too many details, but I heard something about a…" Mr. Weasley coughed. "gender change."

He went on hurriedly.

"This is strictly illegal even in the wizarding world, and requires a very skilled magician. We doubted that you would know the spell, but you have surprised us before."

Harry nodded, a small smile on his face.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'll inspect the house. That is… if you don't know the magician that caused this, of course." Mr. Weasley looked rather anxious.

"No, no, I have no idea this time," Harry replied honestly.

Mr. Weasley nodded, grinned again, and walked out the bathroom. He was just itching to take a tour of a real Muggle house.

Harry turned off the faucet, which had been running all this time. He blinked sleepily, and decided to take advantage of the silence and go back to sleep. Just as he got back in his covers, his tired mind made the connection.

The Dursleys!