Slytherin Harry
Chapter 1: The boy who lived
Nearly ten years have passed since the Dursleys had woken to find their nephew on the front step, but things didn't change much for the residents of Privet Drive. The sun rose to light up the same tidy garden and same neat house. Only the photographs on the mantel piece showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago there had been lots of pictures of two baby boys but they were no longer babies and now the photographs showed the two cousins learning how to ride their bikes, riding on the roundabout at the fair, playing computer games and holding mock fights.
The boys were asleep at the moment in ther respective bedrooms but not for long as two alarm clocks sounded throughout the house. Waking up with a start Harry sighed, it was Dudley's birthday today which meant that he had to do all the chores. Sighing he sat up and pulled his glasses on, he got out of bed and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
When he was dressed he went downstairs into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden behind Dudley's presents. It looked like Dudle had got the new computer he wanted not to mention the second TV and the racing bike. This was good news for Harry as it meant that he would get Dudley's old computer, TV and bike. Uncle Vernon had always favored Dudley that is no secret but Dudley ands Aunt Petunia saw them as equals. So whilst Harry only got one present every birthday Dudley always shared his.
As close as the two boys are they couldn't be more different in looks. Dudley was much bigger in size and had a lot more muscles. Harry however was skinnier and had messy black hair and green eyes as opposed to Dudley's neat blond hair and blue eyes. harry had a thin face, knobbly knees and wore a new pair of brass-rimmed glasses. The only thing Harry liked about his apperance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Hello!" He barked, by way of a morning greeting. The two had established a sort of civil relationship and tried to stay out of each other's way as much as possible and addressed each other as little as possible.
Harry was frying the eggs when Dudley arrived with his mother. Dudley nodded in Harry's direction as Harry called out:
"Happy Birthday."
Harry set the bacon and eggs on the table as Dudley finished counting his presents. His face fell. He had a large pink face, not much under his thick fat head.
"Thirty-six." he said looking up at his mother and father.
"That's two less than last year."
"Dudley you missed one from me." Harry spoke up after swallowing a mouthful of bacon. He threw his present over the tale and watched as Dudley caught it and nodded his thanks. Harry had saved up his pocket money to be able to afford the present.
"Okay thirty-seven then." said Dudley going red in the face. Harry recognized the signs and gobbled down his breakfast as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over in a tantrum.
Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger too, bacause she said quickly:
"And we'll buy you two new presents while we are out today. How's that popkin? Is that alright?"
"So that would give me ... thirty-nine ... okay, but Harry is picking them for me." Dudley said as he sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcels and began opening them. Harry smiled and brought a plate of bacon down for Dudley to start eating. Th two knew each other so well words weren't necessary. At the moment the phone rang and Aunt Petunia answered it talking to Uncle Vernon all the while.
Harry wathed Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a digital camera, a remote control aeroplane which he gave straight to Harry, sixteen new computer games that they will split later and a video camera. He was ripping the paper of a golden wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone trying to hide her relief.
"That was Marge, one of her dogs has come down with something and she won't be able to make it." She said. Aunt Marge was Uncle Vernon sister who everyone disliked despite Uncle Vernon's best effort to change their minds.
After have been at the zoo they stopped at a toy store.
"Pick both for yourself I have enough." Dudley whispered to Harry.
Summer had arrived and Dudley recieved news that he had been accepted into Uncle Vernon's old school, Smeltings. Harry would be heading off to Hogwarts unless he didn't get his acceptance letter in which case he would be heading to Stonewell High. Dudley was excited and said there was no doubt that Harry would get in.
In July, Aunt Petunia took both boys along to buy Dudley's new uniform. Harry fought hard not to snicker at how funny the outfit looked. Aunt Petunia said they would get Harry's the next day if his letter didn't come. Nodding, Harry and Dudley went upstairs to get changed before heading out for a run. They were both training hard to make the sports team for high school or in Harry's case the quidditch team.
The next morning it was Dudley's turn to cook breakfast and they all sat down to pancakes which were Dudley's speciality when they heard the click of the letter box and the flop of letters on the doormat. Without saying a word Harry set his cutlery down and went to collect the post. There were three things there: a post-card from Aunt Marge, a bill and a letter for Harry.
Harry looked it over as he headed back towards the kitchen, he rarely ever got letters. Aside from a couple of birthday invitations he had only recieved one other letter from school about him recieving a reward. Yet it was adressed to him:
Mr. H. Potter
The Smallest Bedroom
4 Privet Drive
Little Whinging
Surrey
The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellow parchment and the adress was written in emerald green ink. There was no stamp He entered the kitchen and wordlessly handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, he sat down and opened the envelope.
Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust and flipped over the postcard.
"Marge's ill. Ate a funny whelk." he informed Aunt Petunia.
"Oh yes! I got in!" Harry said suddenly.
He waved his letter around excited which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope. Curious Aunt Petunia walked over and read it quickly. She smiled, she knew it would happen. He can't deny who his parents were. She read the letter out loud for the rest of the family:
Dear Mr Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find an enclosed list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1st. We await your owl no later than July 31th.
Yours Sincerly,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress
Uncle Vernon closed his eyes as if begging for patience. Finally he sighed and opened his eyes.
"You are to go but only on the condition that you refer to your aunt for everything, I don't want anything to do with that school."
"Yes Uncle Vernon." Harry nodded before turning to his aunt with the question in his eyes.
"Of course Harry. How about we head over to Diagon Alley and get your school supplies?" She asked smiling.
Harry grinned.