Don't look back
A\N: I don't own any part of harry potter, who belongs to the respective author (I love you J.K!), editors, actors and directors (and of course Draco- it's a shame he doesn't share!)
P.S please ignore the borderlines which may or may not appear- they mean nothing its just me being really bad with computers (I couldn't even turn one on until I was in secondary/high school)
So yeah enjoy- please no flames because my Aguamenti's a bit rusty.
A small boy lies on his back gazing up at the spiders who glide across their silk webs which dangle gracefully down in gentle arcs, illuminated only by the light that filters through the crack under the broom cupboard door, motes of dust leisurely swirl as if dancing to a song only they could hear, undisturbed by the ebony haired child who watched contentedly.
Loud thuds above his head send the spiders scurrying for safety and muck falling from the ceiling cuts short the boys semi-trance.
Dudley's birthday, how could I forget?
The Dursleys had been on about it for weeks, the presents, the food, the lack of Harry, it all had to be perfect for their little 'Dudders'. But, from the sound of it, their little plan had gone wrong and Harry couldn't help but smile slightly at this fact, because what when wrong for his family tended to be good news for him.
The door of the cupboard was wrenched open at a great force and light flooded in temporarily blinding the 10-and-a-bit year old before the huge silhouette of his uncle Vernon blocks out the light and yanks him out of the dingy cupboard and slams him against the wall of the hall
"You better behave boy…" Vernon growls, squinting at his nephew with his beady washed out blue eyes.
Err… yes sir?" Harry was confused normally he'd just be glared at then kicked out the door to make his own way to Mrs Figg's.
Harry could barely hold in his delight as he turned over the Dursleys bacon making sure it was just a little brown with only a trimming of fat for his aunt and a hell of a lot for his uncle and cousin, normally Harry would be bored stiff making sure everything was perfect for 'Dudders' but today as he'd found out earlier from the rest of the briefing/warning was not a normal day, he was going to the zoo!
For the second time that morning a series of heavy thuds alighted the poor stairs, the pig in a wigs up then. Harry thought smirking slightly as he slid the bacon on to the 3 plates next to the sausages, hash browns, toast, tomatoes, baked beans and eggs.
Harry crouched in front of the fridge rummaging through it for the ketchup when the explosion happened.
"Thirty-six. That's two less than last year!" His whale like cousin howled, his face contorting and salty tears pouring down his face leaving beetroot red tracks across his cheeks, reminiscent of an over sized baby.
Oh fantastic it's going to be one of those days.
Aunt Petunia enveloped her Ickle Diddy Kins in her twig like arms and ran her fingers soothingly through his blonde hair cooing to him the whole while and Vernon stumbled over his own feet to repair the 'damage' done to his son's birthday. What neither of them noticed was the sly smirk plastered all over his face and glint of smugness that shone in the same watery blue eyes as his fathers.
I hate you so much Dudley.
Harry tried to put as much loathing into the glare he sent his cousin but it only caused the blonde beach ball to grin. In truth he didn't really hate him- simply dislike him to the extent that when he was five he attempted to push Dudley into a pond then force feed him frogspawn, needless to say it didn't work because;
1) Harry is and was a weedy specky toe-rag
2) Dudley is and always will be a beached whale impersonator
3) Fate hates Potters. Enough said.
Harry cringed at the memory, obviously being not one of his fondest.
Eventually the faux tears receded then stopped all together with the promise of ice creams and more presents. Harry put their respective breakfasts in front of them on the table and started to wash up the pans when the familiar cry of outrage from his cousin Dudley drew his attention back to the flabby git.
"Potter left the crusts on!" Dudley stabbed at the toast on his plate.
"Come on Pumpkin it will make your hair long and curly!"
"I'm not eating it! I will not look like him."
Firstly my hair is not curly or long is it just messy. Harry mentally growled.
"Fair point." Vernon smiled leaning back in approval of his son's wit, the position he was in making the wodge of fat that should have been his neck 'swell' like a bullfrog.
Fair point? Fair point? Cried the little voice in Harry's head as he regarded his cousin's flab-pack and then his own skin-and-bone appearance. If that thing ever looks like me I'll eat my own hat- wait, I don't own a hat.
It was a surprise Harry lasted that long with out his snarky comments breaking free, but he restrained himself- he was not going to mess up his day out no matter what the Dursley or Dudley's rotten friend who would be around any minuet with his ratty face and permanent sneer did. Today he was free- sort of.
Excitement bubbled inside Harry as the finalising click of his seat belt sliding home sounded, he was going, really going. He would see snakes and lions, fancy birds and frogs everything he'd only glimpsed when Dudley and his Uncle Vernon flipped idly through channels.
Did Harry know that what would happen that day would change every thing he knew and believed in an instant? The answer- Hell no!