Just like every other morning, Harry woke up, in his bed, in his cupboard under the stairs. He'd had that dream again, the one with the screaming and the flash of green light. The flying motorbike was there too. It all seemed so real, why couldn't it be real. He sighed and slipped out of bed, stretching and putting on his glasses. He glanced at his clock as he walked out of his cupboard, 5am, perfect, he had enough time to get himself a nice breakfast and have one ready for the Dursley's.
Harry walked down the hallway into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. As he stared into the depths of the fridge trying to decide what it was that he would eat he heard a sudden noise above him. Harry froze staring up at the roof, listening for the sound again. He heard footsteps, a door opening and closing. Then after a brief moment of silence he heard the unmistakeable sound of the toilet flushing. Once more the door opened then closed and the footsteps returned to their bed, the bed creaking as they lay down. Probably Dudley or Uncle Vernon Harry thought, he silently wished that one of their beds would break unable to take the strain of holding their enormous weights any longer and laughed to himself returning his gaze to the fridge.
Harry eventually decided to have some eggs and bacon with toast; he also found a bottle of lemonade in the fridge and poured himself a glass as a treat, seeing as it was his birthday. Harry had never drunk lemonade before in his life and he delighted as he took his first sip, letting the taste linger in his mouth as the bubbles fizzed on his tongue. Harry cooked the eggs, bacon and toast and sat down for a short breakfast at 5:30am, he was just about to begin eating when he heard a crash from upstairs. Harry jumped at the noise; he then heard shouts from upstairs and footsteps racing down the stairs. Quickly shoving some food in his mouth Harry began to clear away the signs that he had been eating, in his hurry he slipped on the tiles and his glasses flew off him across the room. Harry stumbled blindly around the kitchen trying to find his glasses. The footsteps were nearing the kitchen; he recognised them as Uncle Vernon's. Harry searched more quickly than before. His hand reached into the glass of lemonade. They were found. Pulling them out Harry quickly tipped the glass down the sink and put the rest of the food in the bin, save the toast which he held in his hand as he stood in-front of the kitchen sink pretending to get himself a glass of water. Uncle Vernon raced in not even acknowledging Harry's presence, as always and grabbed the phone.
Harry found out later that day after the ambulance came that Dudley's bed had broken beneath his weight. The hospital recommended that Dudley go on a strict diet much to the horror of the entire family (except Harry).
That night as Harry lay in bed in his cupboard he laughed looking back at the day that had passed. He remembered wishing that Dudley's bed would break and silently thanked the person who had granted his wish. Little did he know that it was in fact himself he was thanking. He had granted his own wish that day. But he would have to wait an entire year before he found that out.