July 18th 1991
Harry finished frying up the bacon, eggs, sausages, tomatoes and bread for his uncle, aunt and cousin, who, to be honest, really didn't need this much food. His cousin, Dudley had been told that he was nearly 8 stone overweight last time he was at the doctors, his last trip to the dentist hadn't been much better either.
He turned around and served it to his relatives, hoping he would be lucky and get some. He still felt slightly ill from the lack of food after the snake incident. Harry just wanted to forget about 'the snake incident' as he had dubbed it. Nothing good had came out of talking to a exotic snake in a zoo, then watching the glass vanish and Dudley appear in its place. He had had to have a month in his cupboard for that, and, hadn't been given much food at all. A slice of dry bread and an apple a day was the most he had gotten, thinking about it made his stomach rumble.
He stood there for a while hopeful of leftovers, and daydreaming.
"Boy," Uncle Vernon bellowed, startling Harry out of his fantasy.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," replied Harry.
"Well, these dishes aren't going to clean themselves," scowled his uncle. "Get a move on,"
Thankfully, his relatives got up and went out of the kitchen, Dudley grabbing a few bars of chocolate, even though he had just eaten, and headed in the direction of the living room, most likely to sit in the front of the Television.
He took this as an opportunity to survey what they had left. He broke out in a grin, realizing that although Dudley and Vernon had left nothing save a few crumbs, Petunia had left nearly all of her breakfast. Before anybody could come back in, and see what he was doing, he grabbed what was left – two sausages, three rashers of bacon and a slice of bread. He rammed half down his throat, then realized he would need a drink, and reached for a spare glass of orange juice. He finished off his little meal, then started washing the dishes.
When he was nearly finished, Petunia came back into the kitchen, holding a bit of paper.
"Here," she said, handing him the bit of paper. "It's your chores for the day, make sure they're done by dinner time, or you won't be getting any,"
Harry put the last of the dishes away, then looked down at the list, wandering what he would have to do today. It was a pretty average list of chores for him – weed the garden, clean the toilets, hoover the downstairs, make lunch, dust, including the ornaments and water the plants.
He started on his chores, heading out to the shed to grab a watering can so that he could water the plants, the easiest of his chores by far, even if there were a lot of plants.
When he was dusting the living room, he glanced at the clock, and was shocked to find that it was already half past eleven. The Dursleys liked their lunch promptly at noon, so now it meant he only had half an hour to make something. He threw the duster back in the drawer, and tried frantically to think of what they wanted for todays meal. He grabbed the list, reading it once more to see if that gave any hints, thankfully, it simply said that the wanted pizza. He grabbed a few out of the freezer and placed them in the oven, before rushing back to the living room to complete the dusting.
When his relatives came in for lunch, Petunia took in the array of pizzas, salad and drinks with a nod and allowed Harry to have two slices to the dismay of Dudley. Like two slices is really going to make a difference when there's six pizzas, Dudley.
He sat down at the empty seat next to his aunt, and gratefully savoured the warm delicious slice of pizza, biting off the oozing cheese and chicken, before reaching for another. By the time he had finished his first slice, Dudley had finished his first pizza, something that Harry could tell his aunt wasn't to pleased about. Dudley's eating habits are really getting to her, took her long enough though.
As he was in the middle of his second slice of chicken pizza, they all heard the post pushed through the letter box. That's a bit late. Uncle Vernon was mumbling something about ruddy postmen, while chewing on some pizza. Not a pretty sight.
"Get the post, dear," Aunt Petunia told Dudley.
"Make Harry get it," scowled Dudley, glaring at Harry.
"Go get it," said Uncle Vernon with a warning look.
Harry got up and headed to the front door where he bent over and grabbed the pile of letters. There was one that looked rather strange, the envelope looked quite old, and whoever had sent it had written in green, and added a strange picture with different animals. When he'd had a closer look, he was shocked to realize that it was addressed to him.
"What's taking so long," yelled Dudley, who wasn't a very patient person.
Harry walked back into the kitchen with 'his' letter in one hand, and a pile of letters in his other hand. He gave the pile of the letters to Petunia, and was given a weird look at the letter he still held.
"It's addressed to me," explained Harry.
Eyebrows were raised around the table, after all Harry had just about never gotten a letter in his life.
"Pass it here, Harry," ordered Petunia.
He gave it to her and then sat down, wondering why, as she saw the strange picture with the animals on, she looked so shocked and angry.
"What is it," asked Harry, desperate to know what had affected Petunia so badly.
She shot him a glare, then said "Dudley, Vernon, leave the room,"
Dudley and Vernon both scowled, simultaneously saying 'What?'
"Just trust me Vernon, this isn't something your going to want to hear," she explained.
They both got up, clearly not very impressed and left the kitchen. Harry was shocked, and realized that this clearly must be something important.
Petunia turned to look at Harry, with an unreadable expression. She appeared to be deep in thought obviously this was worrying her, and she also didn't know what to say. It's not every day you tell your nephew he's a wizard.
"Harry," she started. "I'm going to be blunt about this. You're a wizard," Harry's look turned to one of absolute shock.
"What, how didn't I know any of this before?" he asked.
"Your mother and father were both magical, they were killed by an evil wizard, and that's when you am to live with us. I'm sure someone else can give you the details. They put your name down for a magical school the day you were born, of course I won't object to you going, in fact, I think it is a rather good idea. I imagine this is probably quite a shock, but, I didn't think it was wise to tell you until you got the letter," explained Petunia.
"Um… wow," stammered Harry, clearly still in awe. "I think I'd definitely like to go,"
Petunia nodded. "I had thought as much," she replied. "Take a look at your letter, it's got a list of what you'll need to bring, except the obvious stuff like clothes and toiletries. You'll need to go somewhere that sells wizarding objects, I can't take you since I don't know where it is, so, it's most likely that someone from the school will take you,"
"Thanks, Aunt Petunia," he said with a grin.
"Oh, and one last thing, Vernon and Dudley are just going to be told that you're going to a normal boarding school. I see no point in telling them, and making unnecessary fuss," she added.
Harry nodded, and thanked her once more, then Petunia left Harry in peace to read his letter. He pulled the ribbon that was wrapped around the letter and unfolded it, eager to find out what awaited him. He scanned the letter excitedly, taking in its contents -
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have a place at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on 1 September. We await your owl by no later than 31 July.
Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall
Deputy Headmistress.
Woah. They want me to send an owl!?