Disclaimer: *Announcement on loud speaker*: "I don't own Harry Potter, any characters of Harry Potter, or any Pokémon. That is all." -end announcement.

Author's Note: Okay! This is my first Book fan fiction! I've been writing this story since I was in 4th grade mind you, so this story is very long. There isn't really a plot that I know of, because I wrote it just for fun. Hope you like it! ^-^

Chapter 1: A Weird Present

It was a cold morning on Private Drive that day. But to Harry Potter, it was just another boring day. As usual, Dudley was throwing a temper tantrum because he didn't want just a quarter of an orange. He had to follow a diet program that the school nurse gave him because he was starting to have the weight of a baby elephant. The rest of the family had to follow this diet plan as well because Aunt Petunia felt that Dudley shouldn't feel that he was alone. "So dear, how was work yesterday?" Aunt Petunia asked, trying to start a conversation. "It was okay. I'm trying to settle an investment with a guy from Sherwood. I can barely understand him, but I know that he wants to buy 2-thoushad dollars worth of drills," Uncle Vernon said gruffly without even looking up from the daily paper.
Dudley sweetums, eat your orange quarter," Aunt Petunia said.
Ughh," Dudley answered. He was disgusted that he couldn't have at least two oranges instead of not even half of one.
Harry stared at the clock. He was waiting for 10:30 to come, because that was when the postman delivered the mail. Harry wanted to know if Ron Weasley, his friend at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry had sent him a letter asking him to stay the rest of the month at his house. Ten minutes to go.five minutes to go.three minutes.one minute.three.two.one.Harry looked at the door. There was a small 'plop'.
"Dudley, go get the mail, son," said Uncle Vernon.
'Dad, I don't wanna get it. Make Harry get it," Dudley whined, starting to kick his stubby little legs.
"Get the mail, you," said Vernon, still staring at the paper. "Glad to," yelled Harry, who was already arcos the room.
"Vernon, don't you think that the neighbors are acting a little strange?" asked Aunt Petunia, who was peeking out the window. "Mrs. Giovanni hasn't watered her grass since last week. It's starting to turn brown. And Mr. Barry hasn't been out for his daily walk for two weeks now. He's probably as large as a whale. What do you think, dear?"
"Number one, Petunia, Mrs. Giovanni probably doesn't water her grass because she doesn't want to wash the memories of the old year away. Everybody knows that. She tells everybody that passes by. Plus, you have to count the fact that she's a crazy Chinese lady whose husband died. Mr. Barry probably has better things to do than walk around the neighborhood," Uncle Vernon said, and folded the newspaper up.
"Where are you, boy?" Uncle Vernon yelled, as his face started to turn purple. "Coming!" Harry yelled, and he ran into the kitchen. "Here," he said, and threw some bills at Uncle Vernon. "Where are you going?!" Uncle Vernon asked wit suspicion and surprise. "To my room to write to Sirius. Is that a problem?" Harry asked with a small smile on his face. He was holding a small letter in his hand. "You mean that guy who escaped from jail?" asked Uncle Vernon, starting to sweat. "Yes. I just wanted to see how he is doing. Maybe he'll come down and see me," Harry said matter-of- factly. "Well, is there anything that you need to ask me?" Uncle Vernon asked nervously. "Well now that you mention it, I have been invited to go to the Weasleys' house for the rest of the month. So, can I go?" Harry asked, looking at the ceiling. "Those goofy people who came through the chimney?! The answer is n-" "Well, I'm going to go and write to Sirius. To tell him how I'm doing," Harry said and started up the stairs. At this, Dudley ran behind Aunt Petunia, who was standing in the corner. Uncle Vernon's veins started to bulge. He started to look side to side nervously as if something was going to pop through the windows at any second.
"No! Ah.I mean, you can go. And tell those people not to come through the chimney," he said.
"Well, I'll just tell Sirius that I'm doing fine," Harry said, and went up to his room.
He sat on his bed and reread the letter.
Dear Harry,
The Ministry of Magic said that we could invite you to our house. Sorry if we got you into trouble when you got home. Write and tell us if you can come. Hedwig knows the way.
Ron
Harry looked around the room. Hedwig was asleep in her cage. He went over to her cage and tapped on a bar. Hedwig looked up suddenly from her wing. "Hey, girl. I want you to rest up, okay? I'm going to need you to deliver a letter to Ron," Harry said. He walked over to his desk and took a piece of parchment out of his drawer. He sat down and began to write.

Dear Ron,
My Uncle said yes! I get to come. Write down what day I can come and what time.
Harry thought about what his Uncle said. Then he wrote:
Don't come through the fire place anymore. Come the regular way: in a car.
Harry Then he tied it to Hedwig's leg. She nibbled his ear as if to say, "I'll be back," and flew off through the window. Harry sat down on his bed and looked at the ceiling. All of a sudden, everything went black. Then to Harry's surprise, he saw himself running towards a cracked door. He stopped in front of it and peeked inside. He saw a short obese guy running in what looked like a large wheel. Harry looked to the other side, and at first, he didn't believe what he saw. A tall guy with a white jacket stood in the middle of the room. There was a long metal table in front of him. Harry stood, transfixed at first at what was on the table. Two girls who were the same age as him were lying, strapped down on the table and screaming their lungs out, but he couldn't hear them. Then he felt a spasm of fear go down his legs. He couldn't move. They were giving away. Harry jumped. His scar was hurting so bad that he couldn't control himself. He jumped off of the bed with his hands on his forehead and launched himself through the door and down the stairs. "Help!" he yelled. "My scar hurts! Pain! I had a horrible dream!" he yelled at Uncle Vernon "So?" asked Dudley. Something clicked in Harry. He felt himself go into a rush of anger. "If you don't help me, I'm going to write Sirius and tell him to come and take me away. And that's not all he'll do!" He shot a threatening look at Dudley who acted like a crab pinched his rear end. While holding his bottom, he waddled into the living room. "Dudley duddums!" Aunt Petunia cried and ran after him. "Don't you ever threaten my son!" Uncle Vernon said with fright and anger. "I just looked at him. Besides, Sirius isn't a minor in magic like me. He can do magic; he has a license," Harry said in an I've-told-you-this-before tone. At the word 'magic', Vernon flinched. "I've told you not to mention that 'M' word under this roof! And what were you saying about that scar?" he asked. "There isn't anything that you can do about it now. You've wasted so much time that it doesn't hurt anymore," Harry answered and marched up to his room again. Hedwig was back in her cage when Harry came in. He ran up to her cage and looked at her. She didn't move. "Well, where is the note?" he asked her. Hedwig stuck out her leg. Harry untied the letter and stroked her back. Then he pulled a blue cloth over her cage and flopped onto the bed. The note said:
Dear Harry, We'll pick you up on Friday at five o'clock in the evening. We will come in a red Lexus. See you then.
Ron Harry turned the paper over. Nothing. Now, there was only one thing left to do: Write to Sirius. Once again Harry pulled a piece of parchment from his desk and began to write. He dipped his quill into a bottle of ink.

Dear Sirius, How are you? I'm not doing so well. I had a weird dream that Voldermort was about to do something to two girls who looked like sisters.

Then he paused for a moment to think of what they looked like, but he realized that he forgot to mention one thing which was the whole reason why he decided to write to Sirius in the first place. Harry dipped his quill in the bottle of ink again.
They were screaming and then I woke up. My scar was hurting so badly that I couldn't control myself. So sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I just thought that I would tell you.
Harry
Harry rolled up the letter and carried it to Hedwig. She looked at him with concerned eyes. "I need you to deliver one more letter. Please deliver this to Sirius. Do you know where he is?" Harry asked her. She tilted her head to the side and back as if she knew. "Okay. Try to come back as soon as you can. I will have a treat for you even if you're late. Now go find him," he said and tied the note to her extended leg. As she flew out, Harry looked at the clock. It was already nine. He put his pajamas on and jumped in his bed. The snores across the hall and next door told Harry that everybody else in the house was asleep.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * *
In the morning, it seemed as though a dozen owls were knocking at his window. Somebody closed it. He walked over and opened it. Five owls swarmed in and landed. Tow of them went into the bird cage, and the other three landed on his bed. He untied all of the letters and at once, they flew away; all except one. "Hedwig! You're back. That must have been a world record for the fastest time to find somebody who could have been anywhere! I have your treat right here," he said, and went over and opened a drawer. Harry came back with a round owl treat and gave it to Hedwig, who took it and nibbled his fingers gratefully. One of the five cards was different. It had his name in purple writing. He moved it aside.
Harry opened the first card. He could tell that the neat handwriting was from Hermione, his other Hogwarts friend. It said:
Dear Harry,
Happy Birthday! Ron told me about how you were going to his house again. I won't be going this time, but I'll meet you at the Leaky Cauldron. I'm going to spend the night there. I can't wait to see you.
Love,
Hermione
"So, we're staying at the Leaky Cauldron, eh? Well let's see what the next card says," said Harry, and he pulled the next card up. He could also tell from the sloppy handwriting that the card was from Ron.
Dear Harry,
You probably already know what I'm going to say, but I'll say it anyway.
Happy Birthday!
You might also already know because of Hermione's big mouth, but if you don't, we're staying at the Leaky Cauldron again. I hope that it's not a problem. Hope you like the present.
Ron
Harry looked up; he had forgotten about the presents. He put the card down and picked up a small parcel. It said: To Harry, From Hermione. Harry ripped it open and saw some weird looking goggles. On the front of them was very tiny printing. X-RAY VISION and INTO-THE -FUTURE GOGGLES ALL IN ONE. He looked in the package and saw a folded up piece of paper inside. Harry opened it and read:
Harry- I thought that you might like these. There's a switch on the top so that you can change it from x-rays to seeing into the future. Doesn't the word 'future' remind you about Professor Trelawney!
Love,
Hermione P.S. You'll know when it's x-ray vision because everything will look red. I tried it to make sure it worked.

"Hmmm.so which way do you turn it? Let's try the left," Harry said, and put the goggles on. He turned it to the left and everything went red. He could see bugs under the wood. He could see Dudley washing his hands in the bathroom. He saw Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kissing in the kitchen, which made him want to hurl. Thinking that that was enough, Harry turned the switch to the right. His room suddenly vanished, leaving him in total darkness. Then, a screen appeared. Words above it said, "Touch Tone." Harry saw a word appear on the screen and disappear. Then a list of places in the order in which they occurred appeared. The screen said: Present Surprise Problems on Train First Term Fun at the School Final Term Testing. Going Home Big Trouble A Nice Goodbye Return

Harry tried to push number nine, but a sign came up that said that it was
too far into the future. So he pushed number 11, and his room came back
into focus.
Harry took the goggles off and put them back in the box. He then looked
at Ron's gift. It was a large box the size of a boulder. He couldn't
imagine how Ron's weak little owl got it here. He opened it with
difficulty. Inside was another box with a label that said, "Your Very Own
Personal Quidditch Balls. Complete with two Bludgers, one Quaffle, and
one Snitch." "Wow! Thanks Ron! I owe you one. I wonder if Fred and
George have their own clubs at their house," Harry thought and closed the
box.
After a moment of looking at his first two presents, Harry then reached
for a package with a letter tied to it. The scribbling on the front of
the note looked like it was from Hagrid, the gamekeeper and teacher at
Hogwarts. Hagrid had a record of liking what her thought were cute little
animals, but what everybody else thought of as dangerous beasts.
Harry opened the card. Suddenly, a truly foul stench stretched into the
room. Harry thought that he had experienced everything when he smelled
Dudley's feet after a morning's exercise, but this really shadowed that.
It smelled of Hagrid's cologne that he put on at special occasions. Harry
read the letter quickly and shut the card. He reached for the present,
and opened it carefully. Harry wondered what would be in it. Last time
for his birthday, Hagrid sent him The Monster Book of Monsters, which was
alive. He opened it quickly, and stepped back.
Nothing happened. After a minute, he went and looked inside. It was only
a pair of gloves. They were red. "These look like dragon hide gloves. But
I already have some. Wonder why Hagrid sent me these," Harry mumbled.
Harry opened a card from Sirius next. There were only six lines.