Harry Potter and the Secret Squib!
Chapter One: The Secret
The warm summery sun had just begun to rise over the sleepy square identical looking houses of Privet Drive, unlike the year previous, cars gleamed beautifully in the morning sun and the patches of yellowing grass had vanished, hosepipes could once again be seen lying neatly over the freshly watered emerald green grass.
As the shadows faded away from number four, a teenage boy could be easily seen sleeping through his heavily double glazed windows. He was a skinny, scruffy looking black-haired, bespectacled boy who looked as thought he had had a hard trouble trying to get to sleep the night before.
Harry Potter slowly propped his head sleepily off his pillow after he was once again awoken by a large and dull shout from his gigantic and rather stupid uncle, Vernon.
"Get down here boy, NOW!"
Harry felt a tiny bit of gratitude towards his uncle for awakening him when he did, he would rather be awakened by a shout any day than have to dream the same dream about Lord Voldemort killing his mother and father all over again, but not only were the dreams getting longer, they were also getting worse and far more painful for his lightning bolt shaped scar.
Harry sat up from his bed and looked over towards the cupboard in the corner of the room, as he continued to stay at it he thought about all his Hogwarts belongings that were kept inside it; his wand, his robes, his books, his broomstick, his father's old invisibility cloak, his magical map of the entire Hogwarts grounds and more importantly, the mirror his godfather, Sirius Black, had given him the previous year, the exact same mirror he had completely forgotten about all year.
He turned his head and looked around the rest of his room; next to the huge crack in his wall was the same chart he'd had for three years, the chart ticking off the days until he'd be back at Hogwarts. Tomorrow would be July thirty-first, Harry's birthday, he never really looked forward to these at all, but over the past five years he'd been getting gifts from all his closest friends, Ron Weasley, a young wizard who had the largest family Harry had ever seen, Hermione Granger, the smartest witch of her year and maybe even the whole years, and Rebus Hagrid, the friendly half-giant who worked as Grounds Keeper and Care of Magical Creatures teacher at Hogwarts.
Harry eventually made his way down the stairs after several more minutes, he pasted the picture perfect hall way and went into the kitchen. His aunt was once again cooking breakfast for Uncle Vernon and Harry's fat and stupid cousin, Dudley, who Harry had now seated himself opposite.
Aunt Petunia suddenly turned to Harry and thrust a plate into his arms
"What? What's this?" Harry asked
"What's it look like!" Uncle Vernon said irritably
Harry started down at the bacon sandwich looking astonished
"Why are you so grumpy?" Harry mumbled rudely while still looking at the sandwich
"Don't take that tone with me boy!" Uncle Vernon shouted
Harry didn't feel like arguing back, it was too early in the morning to threaten a hex on Uncle Vernon now
As Harry continued to stare at the plate he couldn't believe that the Dursleys had actually given him fresh food. Harry felt dreamily again as the smell of hot bacon drifted up slowly to his nose, the last time he could remember having had bacon was during breakfast at Hogwarts the previous year. After several more moments Harry's mind switched back to the devastating truth; remembering about the previous year at Hogwarts brought it all back to Harry; How Sirius had died trying to save him because of his own stupidity, how the whole Order could have died because of him, how he fell for Lord Voldemort's plan just like he was supposed to, and how everyone could have ended up dead and probably would have if Dumbledore didn't show up.
"Mum, Mum, How come he gets a sandwich and not me?" Whined Dudley as Harry's mind snapped back to the present time
"But Diddykins, you've already had four, you can't possibly want -"
"I don't care! I WANT ANOTHER ONE!" screamed Dudley
"Oh... Okay... anything for my little Sweetums" reasoned Petunia while putting on a fake smile.
After another ten long mind-numbingly boring minutes Petunia suddenly turned to Harry looking Fiercer than ever
"That's it!" she screamed "I've told you enough times! Get up to your room now!"
"But what'd I do?!" asked Harry confusedly
"I said go!" Screamed Petunia shakily pointing towards to door to the hallway
"Not until you tell me what I did!" Shouted Harry back as he stood up and knocked his chair over
"Don't you dare answer back to your aunt boy! Do as she says, NOW!" roared Uncle Vernon.
Harry Walked up the stairs wondering if the whole sandwich thing was just one big trick, and then he realised, it was! The Dursleys always told Harry to never take food unless it was left out for him or actually thrust into his mouth. He couldn't help feel stupid, after almost 15 years with the Dursleys, he had forgotten one of their main rules; he practically asked to be shouted at!
Thirty minutes later Harry's bedroom door burst open; it was Petunia holding a handbag which somewhat resembled the style of Rita Skeeta's. She reached inside it and pulled out what looked somewhat like a stick or twig, she turned to the door and closed it, then pointed the wooden object at the door knob and muttered something under her breath.
"Harry, sit down, we need to ta -"
"Is – is that a Wand?" interrupted Harry looking astonished
"Yes, now just please sit down and -"
"Is that – is that my Wand?" Harry interrupted again
"No, this is not your Wand, just please sit -"
"Who's Wand is it if it isn't mine then?" Harry asked slightly irritated that Aunt Petunia kept changing the subject so quickly
Petunia sighed.
"This is – well – was, my wand... Now please, sit down, I have something important to tell you -"
"What about?" Harry interrupted once again
"Will you let me finish!" Petunia said angrily "It's time for you to know the truth Harry" Petunia quickly carried on before Harry could interrupt again "The truth about my past"