Disclaimer: The almighty ruler J.K. Rowling owns the people, I own the plot. THe first 3/4 of the first chapter belongs to EowynStar.
Chapter 1
"Boy!" The strident voice seemed to echo through the entire household. Frowning, Harry Potter
chose to ignore the yelling voice; maybe if no one acknowledged its existence it would go
away. Flipping to the next page in his textbook, he dipped his quill in the inkwell and heaved a
huge sigh. Why did he have so much more schoolwork over the summer than he did last year?
"BOY!" This time he had no time to ignore the voice as it was accompanied with feet pounding
angrily up the stairs. He quickly whipped his schoolwork under the floorboards in his room
before his uncle Vernon stormed in. His already ugly face, which was now red with rage, was
not a pretty sight.
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU CUT THE GRASS YET?"
"I said I would before you got back," Harry said, in what he hoped was a reasonable tone.
His uncle Vernon's eyes flashed, a signal that Harry better not speak anymore. "Five minutes,"
He hissed. "If you aren't out there in five minutes . . ."
Harry met his aunt and his fat cousin Dudley at the foot of the stairs. Dudley was whinning
about the diet he was on.
"But Dudley dearest," his aunt Petunia cooed. She was the only one who could think of Dudley
as "dearest," Harry thought. "I promise that when we go into town, I'll get you that new Sony
Play Station for being so good and sticking to it. The nurse says you've already lost five
pounds!" Harry covered his snicker with a forceful cough.
"We?" Uncle Vernon trudged down the last few steps. "We? I thought only I was going into
town!"
"But, Vernon, I've already promised Dudkins."
"But," Uncle Vernon growled. "We can't leave him," He shot a disgusted look at Harry. "Alone
here!" Even though Harry was almost fifteen and going into his fifth year at Hogwarts they still
wouldn't let him stay at home alone. They probably feared he would hex the entire place
somehow.
"Well," Her face broke into a mix of distaste and reluctance. "We could . . .bring him with us?"
Her husband scowled. "Well Vernon I really need to get some shopping done."
"And I get my play station," Dudley piped up.
"Fine." Uncle Vernon's lips were set in a firm straight line. He turned a glared at Harry. "Go
outside, and get in the car. And if anything," His eyes flashed at the memory of past outings
with his nephew. "Anything dodgy happens, you can forget about going to school this year!"
"But Uncle," Harry said with mock sweetness. "I thought I was supposed to cut the grass?"
"OUT!"
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Wow, Harry thought, I never realized London was so BIG! He was in his Uncle Vernon's company car, pulling into the mall's parking lot. The only buildings that Harry had ever seen that were bigger were the Quidditch World Cup Arena and Hogwarts Castle itself.
"Alright, get out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon was not in a happy mood, due to thefact that the whole household of 4 Privet Drive was coming on his private shopping trip. As they walked into the mall, Harry saw a face that made him feel lightheaded.
"Professor DUMBLEDORE?!"
Chapter 1
"Boy!" The strident voice seemed to echo through the entire household. Frowning, Harry Potter
chose to ignore the yelling voice; maybe if no one acknowledged its existence it would go
away. Flipping to the next page in his textbook, he dipped his quill in the inkwell and heaved a
huge sigh. Why did he have so much more schoolwork over the summer than he did last year?
"BOY!" This time he had no time to ignore the voice as it was accompanied with feet pounding
angrily up the stairs. He quickly whipped his schoolwork under the floorboards in his room
before his uncle Vernon stormed in. His already ugly face, which was now red with rage, was
not a pretty sight.
"WHY HAVEN'T YOU CUT THE GRASS YET?"
"I said I would before you got back," Harry said, in what he hoped was a reasonable tone.
His uncle Vernon's eyes flashed, a signal that Harry better not speak anymore. "Five minutes,"
He hissed. "If you aren't out there in five minutes . . ."
Harry met his aunt and his fat cousin Dudley at the foot of the stairs. Dudley was whinning
about the diet he was on.
"But Dudley dearest," his aunt Petunia cooed. She was the only one who could think of Dudley
as "dearest," Harry thought. "I promise that when we go into town, I'll get you that new Sony
Play Station for being so good and sticking to it. The nurse says you've already lost five
pounds!" Harry covered his snicker with a forceful cough.
"We?" Uncle Vernon trudged down the last few steps. "We? I thought only I was going into
town!"
"But, Vernon, I've already promised Dudkins."
"But," Uncle Vernon growled. "We can't leave him," He shot a disgusted look at Harry. "Alone
here!" Even though Harry was almost fifteen and going into his fifth year at Hogwarts they still
wouldn't let him stay at home alone. They probably feared he would hex the entire place
somehow.
"Well," Her face broke into a mix of distaste and reluctance. "We could . . .bring him with us?"
Her husband scowled. "Well Vernon I really need to get some shopping done."
"And I get my play station," Dudley piped up.
"Fine." Uncle Vernon's lips were set in a firm straight line. He turned a glared at Harry. "Go
outside, and get in the car. And if anything," His eyes flashed at the memory of past outings
with his nephew. "Anything dodgy happens, you can forget about going to school this year!"
"But Uncle," Harry said with mock sweetness. "I thought I was supposed to cut the grass?"
"OUT!"
**************************
Wow, Harry thought, I never realized London was so BIG! He was in his Uncle Vernon's company car, pulling into the mall's parking lot. The only buildings that Harry had ever seen that were bigger were the Quidditch World Cup Arena and Hogwarts Castle itself.
"Alright, get out! OUT!" Uncle Vernon was not in a happy mood, due to thefact that the whole household of 4 Privet Drive was coming on his private shopping trip. As they walked into the mall, Harry saw a face that made him feel lightheaded.
"Professor DUMBLEDORE?!"