Chapter One
Harry woke up to the sound of clashing pots and pans. His first guess was that Dudley was raiding the kitchen in search of junk food. He sat upright in his bed. "Might as well stay up now", he thought. It was August 17. In just a few weeks, Harry would be returning to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft & Wizardry. He hated living with the Dursleys. They treated him as though he was digested food. Harry made his way down to the kitchen to grab a piece of toast. Instead of finding Dudley stuffing his face, Aunt Petunia was cleaning. Not that cleaning was anything new for her, but she usually never cleaned on weekends. The Dursleys were always at somebodys house for dinner, so she usually did her cleaning during the week.
"Hurry up and eat, we have company coming", hissed Aunt Petunia.
"It's 9:30 in the morning", Harry responded questionally.
"Don't talk back to me. Get some toast and go to your room. We have new neighbours that've just moved in. They're coming over for tea at 10."
At that moment, Uncle Vernon entered the room.
"Do what she says boy. You stay in that bedroom of yours unless you're called down. And anything out of the normal.....". Uncle Vernon's voice trailed off, but his eyes had one of the most threatening looks Harry had ever seen.
Harry got some breakfast and headed back to his room. Well...Dudley's second bedroom.
"It's really hot in here", Harry thought out loud. As he was opening his window he noticed something. A moving van still unpacking things. "Must be the new neighbours." There were the two adults and... a girl. She had wavy brown hair a little lower than her shoulders, brown eyes from what Harry could see, and was wearing a turquoise tanktop and a Hawaiian-printed skirt. "Probably from some island".
The next half hour went by very quickly. Harry was drifting off to sleep again when his uncle's voice bellowed "Get down here boy!" Very sleepily, Harry made his way downstairs to see what Uncle Vernon wanted.
"You're to shake hands with these people when they come in and disappear back to your bedroom. They'll no doubt see you lurking around eventually, and we wouldn't want them to think that we're rude by not introducing you." Harry gave a silent laugh. "Rude hardly explains the half of it", he thought. "....and I mean it... if you do one unnormal thing, you'll be doing chores until you're out of here in September! Got it?"
"Yeah sure", said Harry. It's not like he wanted to stick around anyways. All there'd be to see would be his aunt and uncle putting on phony smiles to impress people. The next second, the doorbell rang.
"Get the door boy!"
Harry opened the door. He gave the neighbours a half smile, trying not to be rude. To his surprise, they returned it. "Wow, they were friendly to me. The Dursleys will hate them for sure now."
"Hello, I'm Petunia Dursely. Pleasure to meet you", said Aunt Petunia with her phony voice.
"Yes, welcome to Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley", said Uncle Vernon.
"Thank you very much", the neighbours responded. "And this must be your son?"
The Dursleys looked as though they would've rather been stabbed repeatedly than hear those 6 'forbidden' words.
"Him", Uncle Vernon said with a laugh of amusement. "No, this is our nephew Harry. He lives with us. Attends St. Brutus' School For Incurable Cases. Doesn't talk much." Harry got a look as if to say to keep his mouth shut.
"We still haven't heard your names yet", Aunt Petunia asked.
"Oh forgive us. I'm Michael Moore. This is my wife, Linda, and our daughter, Mackenzie".
"Very nice to meet you".
And so the conversation went on, when finally Dudley came thundering down the stairs and was introduced. "Poor Mackenzie," Harry thought. "I'd die if I was forced into spending the whole day with Dudley." Not that it hasn't happened before, but anyways. Harry slowly made his way back to his bedroom. When he heard a knock on the door......
Harry woke up to the sound of clashing pots and pans. His first guess was that Dudley was raiding the kitchen in search of junk food. He sat upright in his bed. "Might as well stay up now", he thought. It was August 17. In just a few weeks, Harry would be returning to Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft & Wizardry. He hated living with the Dursleys. They treated him as though he was digested food. Harry made his way down to the kitchen to grab a piece of toast. Instead of finding Dudley stuffing his face, Aunt Petunia was cleaning. Not that cleaning was anything new for her, but she usually never cleaned on weekends. The Dursleys were always at somebodys house for dinner, so she usually did her cleaning during the week.
"Hurry up and eat, we have company coming", hissed Aunt Petunia.
"It's 9:30 in the morning", Harry responded questionally.
"Don't talk back to me. Get some toast and go to your room. We have new neighbours that've just moved in. They're coming over for tea at 10."
At that moment, Uncle Vernon entered the room.
"Do what she says boy. You stay in that bedroom of yours unless you're called down. And anything out of the normal.....". Uncle Vernon's voice trailed off, but his eyes had one of the most threatening looks Harry had ever seen.
Harry got some breakfast and headed back to his room. Well...Dudley's second bedroom.
"It's really hot in here", Harry thought out loud. As he was opening his window he noticed something. A moving van still unpacking things. "Must be the new neighbours." There were the two adults and... a girl. She had wavy brown hair a little lower than her shoulders, brown eyes from what Harry could see, and was wearing a turquoise tanktop and a Hawaiian-printed skirt. "Probably from some island".
The next half hour went by very quickly. Harry was drifting off to sleep again when his uncle's voice bellowed "Get down here boy!" Very sleepily, Harry made his way downstairs to see what Uncle Vernon wanted.
"You're to shake hands with these people when they come in and disappear back to your bedroom. They'll no doubt see you lurking around eventually, and we wouldn't want them to think that we're rude by not introducing you." Harry gave a silent laugh. "Rude hardly explains the half of it", he thought. "....and I mean it... if you do one unnormal thing, you'll be doing chores until you're out of here in September! Got it?"
"Yeah sure", said Harry. It's not like he wanted to stick around anyways. All there'd be to see would be his aunt and uncle putting on phony smiles to impress people. The next second, the doorbell rang.
"Get the door boy!"
Harry opened the door. He gave the neighbours a half smile, trying not to be rude. To his surprise, they returned it. "Wow, they were friendly to me. The Dursleys will hate them for sure now."
"Hello, I'm Petunia Dursely. Pleasure to meet you", said Aunt Petunia with her phony voice.
"Yes, welcome to Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley", said Uncle Vernon.
"Thank you very much", the neighbours responded. "And this must be your son?"
The Dursleys looked as though they would've rather been stabbed repeatedly than hear those 6 'forbidden' words.
"Him", Uncle Vernon said with a laugh of amusement. "No, this is our nephew Harry. He lives with us. Attends St. Brutus' School For Incurable Cases. Doesn't talk much." Harry got a look as if to say to keep his mouth shut.
"We still haven't heard your names yet", Aunt Petunia asked.
"Oh forgive us. I'm Michael Moore. This is my wife, Linda, and our daughter, Mackenzie".
"Very nice to meet you".
And so the conversation went on, when finally Dudley came thundering down the stairs and was introduced. "Poor Mackenzie," Harry thought. "I'd die if I was forced into spending the whole day with Dudley." Not that it hasn't happened before, but anyways. Harry slowly made his way back to his bedroom. When he heard a knock on the door......