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"Talking"

'Thinking, Flashback, or Memory'

Mind Link

~Parseltongue~

Letters or Books

~POV Change~ or Author's Note

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Harry Potter and How Things Changed In A Day

Chapter One

U.O.A. (Unconscious On Arrival)

It was an early summer morning. Dew that had collected on the grass overnight began to sparkle as the sky shifted in its color, the rising sun revealing house after house going down Privet Drive. From the outside, each house on Privet Drive looked near identical, each having brown rooftops, tan exterior walls, four windows on the front, and dark front doors. From the inside, each house was unique in its' own way, some more so than others.

The people who lived on Number Four Privet Drive would always gladly say that they were normal. Anyone that knew the family personally would say that a family of three lived in that house. They would be wrong. In actuality, a family of four lived in the house, although very few outside of the family knew about him.

You wouldn't know that a family of four lived there upon looking at the house, or even upon entering. Pictures resting on the fireplace featured the father, an obese man with a thick mustache, the son, an obese child with a short temper, and the mother, a thin woman who at times resembled a horse. The house featured three bedrooms, a nice sized kitchen, a living room, two bathrooms, and a lovely dining area. One bedroom was occupied by the adults of Privet Drive, while another was occupied by their son. The third and smallest bedroom was filled to the brim with toys and items that had been given to the son.

One might wonder where the fourth person was, and it's doubtful that one would find him unless they knew where to look. You see, underneath the stairs that led to the bedrooms was a cupboard. The inside had been mostly cleared out, save for some mops and brooms. The cupboard was two and a half feet wide by five feet long.

Placed in the cupboard was a ratty old mattress. On that mattress laid the fourth member of that family, curled up with a single thin blanket. Poking out from under the blanket was a messy collection of black hair. At one point, the mother of the house had gotten so annoyed with its messy nature that she shaved it all off, only for it to somehow completely grow back out within the night.

It should be taken into consideration that the dark haired boy is the nephew of the horse-faced woman, and the cousin of the short-tempered boy.

The small boy was beginning to stir, despite the rest of the house still being thoroughly asleep. He pulled the blanket down to reveal his face, yawning widely before opening his eyes, revealing bright green orbs that seemed to glow in the darkness of the cupboard.

Being as quiet as he could be, he sat up, wincing when he knocked his forehead on a low hanging beam. After waiting to make sure no one heard him, he opened the cupboard door and made his way to the bathroom, relieving himself. wiping himself down with a washcloth, and brushing his teeth with his finger quickly. Once he finished, he exited the bathroom, heading into the kitchen and getting to work on breakfast.

Today was his cousin's birthday, and Dudley would expect his birthday breakfast to be as tasty as possible, and his Aunt would expect for breakfast to be finished, or almost finished, by the time she awoke. It wouldn't be good if he kept them waiting.

-*-One Hour Later at 7:02a.m.-*-

The dark haired boy had almost finished cooking the mushrooms and the eggs when his aunt came downstairs. He had set the table earlier, when he'd begun cooking the sausages, so she thankfully wasn't able to snap at him for that.

That didn't stop her from shooting him an ugly grimace, however. "Those mushrooms better not be burnt. I want this day to be perfect." After scanning the table to examine what he'd cooked, she barked out, "Did you make coffee?"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." The dark haired boy took in a silent deep breath, his nerves on edge. Today was Dudley's birthday, which was a day that, above all else, Harry could not mess up on. 'Relax, Harry. You don't want to set them off,' he thought silently as he fished the mushrooms from the fryer. The young man, now identified as 'Harry', placed the fried mushrooms on the table, along with the eggs.

As he set the plates on the table, a slow thumping noise came from the stairs. Harry immediately walked over to the coffee pot and picked up his uncle's coffee cup, pouring the dark brew into the mug. Just as the large whale of a man entered the kitchen, Harry set the mug down at the table, in front of the man's chair.

"Good morning, dear," Aunt Petunia said lovingly to her husband, pecking him on the cheek.

The man grunted as he sat down at the table and (ignoring the creak from his chair that was desperately trying to hold his colossal weight) picked up his mug. He sniffed it once before taking a swig from the coffee cup. Harry's uncle huffed softly, as his coffee was good enough that he had no reason to complain. "Did you get the paper, boy?!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Harry quickly picked it up from the counter and brought it to his Uncle, the man snatching the paper from him with a glare.

See, Harry's family despised him. He didn't know why. He just knew that they didn't like him or anything to do with him. Harry, as a result, kept trying his best to make them happy. That made things a lot easier on him. He hated being punished.

Harry sat down in his chair and placed a few slices of toast on his plate, under the watchful eye of his Uncle Vernon, the man not wanting his nephew to take too much food.

Vernon's attention moved off Harry as a loud, quick, thundering noise made its way through the house, the source of the noise appearing within seconds. Dudley Dursley stomped his way into the kitchen, Petunia clapping happily. "There's the Birthday Boy," Vernon bellowed proudly, his grin hidden behind his bushy mustache.

Petunia hurried over, covering Dudley's eyes. "My Ickle Diddykins! Let's go right over here!" She led the large boy over to the far side of the room, where Harry had stacked up all of the gifts, having wrapped them all late the previous night, before he'd gone to bed. "It's your big day!" She removed her hands once he was in the perfect spot, the woman practically vibrating from excitement.

Dudley looked over the gifts. Harry recognized the look coming over his face and began to eat faster in preparation. "How many are there?!" Petunia delightfully told him that there were thirty-six. "Thirty-six?" He wasn't happy. "But last year I got thirty-seven! How come I got less than last year?!"

Vernon frantically attempted to calm his son. "Well, some of them are a bit bigger than last year-"

"I don't care if they're bigger," he yelled harshly.

Harry's Aunt Petunia quickly went to sooth him. "It's okay Dudders. While we're out celebrating your birthday, we'll get you three more. How's that Duddy?"

Dudley furrowed his brows as he tried to figure out how many he'd have then. The large burly boy was terrible at math. "Then I'll have… thirty, uh…"

Harry's voice was a whisper as he spoke, "Thirty-nine."

Dudley quickly spoke up. "Thirty-nine!" Dudley smirked as he was praised by his mother for how smart he was, the woman sitting Dudley down at the table and quickly loading up the table with his favorites.

Once that was finished, Petunia began talking to Vernon about the neighbors, the man grunting and nodding, not completely paying attention, more focused on his paper than anything else.

Harry stood up from the table with his plate after a few minutes, silently going over to the sink and beginning to wash dishes.

Mouth full of food, he heard his cousin speak, "Where are we going for my birthday, Mummy?"

Harry, with his back to his family, rolled his eyes. He hated it when Dudley sucked up to Aunt Petunia. He sounded so ridiculous.

She happily began chirping out all that she had planned for that day. "Well, whenever you're ready, you can open your presents. Once you've finished, Piers is coming over, and we're all going to go to the zoo. For lunch, we're going to your favorite pizza place, and then we'll go to the arcade."

Petunia picked up her coffee cup and took a sip, almost choking when Dudley asked, "Is he coming?"

She cleared her throat and shook her head as an angry frown appeared on her face. "Of course not, Dudders. He will be staying here. And he will not destroy my home while we are gone." Harry could feel his Aunt's eyes on him as she glared at him sharply, the young boy drying off some utensils.

"Get to your cupboard, boy! You can finish those once we leave," Vernon snapped.

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." He quickly dried his hands off and began to make his way out of the kitchen.

Aunt Petunia's voice made him pause. "You will do all your chores before we return!"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia." Harry exited the kitchen and went into his cupboard, shutting the small door behind him.

After a short period of time, Harry could hear the sound of paper being ripped, which could only mean one thing: Dudley was opening his presents.

Harry sighed as jealousy welled up inside him. 'I never get presents…'

The only 'present' he could remember getting was an old, moldy, yellow sock from his Uncle Vernon, as well as a wire hanger. That hanger had come in handy though, on those occasions they'd locked him inside the cupboard for weeks at a time. He had used the hanger to pick the lock and get himself out. He'd even been able to wedge it through the small gap in the wall to pull the deadbolt out of place. That hanger was probably the only reason he had yet to starve to death.

Harry shifted uncomfortably in the cupboard, laying on his back on his mattress. The cupboard was rather small. The small mattress took up a majority of the room and some of Dudley's broken lined up on the single small shelf that was in the cupboard, but it wasn't all bad. The darkness and the cramped space used to scare him, but he was used to it by now.

As Harry waited for everyone to leave, a familiar spider the size of the end of his thumb began to lower itself from the ceiling, hanging above Harry's face from its webbing. Harry lifted his hand, allowing the spider to crawl along the back of his hand. This spider in particular was one he knew very well. He considered it to be his 'friend'. She (he assumed it was a she, but it could've been male for all he knew) crawled along his fingertips, the string of webbing it had used to go to his hand breaking. He used to be afraid of spiders, but after living in the cupboard for so long, he was used to them. He liked them.

Time passed quickly, and it seemed like it wasn't long before Piers arrived. He lowered his hand to the ground, allowing the spider to crawl off and hide, sitting up mere seconds before he heard footsteps approach the door.

Aunt Petunia swung the door to the cupboard open, a disgusted sneer on her face. "We're leaving. I expect all chores to be done before we get back, or you know what will happen. We'll be out until after supper, so eat before we get back." She closed the door sharply, her footsteps moving away as she walked out the front door to catch up with the family.

After the roar of the car had become non-existent, Harry glanced down to where he assumed the spider went and gave it a small smile before he exited the cupboard. He walked into the kitchen and found the list of things that needed to be done. Several things were written out in his Aunt's tiny scrawl.

Chores:

Sweep and mop kitchen

Clean every bedroom

Clean bathroom

Take out trash

Wash dishes

Vacuum living room

Weed garden

Sweep porch

Organize Dudley's second bedroom

Bleach the bathtub

Polish the portraits

Wash Dudley's clothes

Wash Dudley's sheets

Beneath all of that was a single sentence, which reinforced the fact that his aunt expected all of the chores done before they returned. Harry sighed and set down the list, rolling up his sleeves. He was almost positive that they'd given him so much to do because they wanted a reason to be mad at him, but he was going to try to get it all done so they couldn't fuss.

Just as he had started the tap to get to work on the dishes, there was a small *pop* sound. Harry glanced behind him, almost falling in surprise at what he saw.

A two foot tall, brown, wrinkly creature stood behind him, it's floppy ears seeming to be the size of its head. It had its long hands clasped together in front of it and stared at him with large, bug-like eyes. For a moment, he thought it was wearing a pillowcase- oh. It was.

Harry was silent for a moment. "Um…"

"I is here to get you, Mister Harry Potter, sir." The creature's voice was high pitched.

'What?' Harry's vision darkened as he dropped. The last thing that registered before blackness swallowed him was the creature, alarmed and rushing forward.

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U.O.A. is done.

Final editing done by Carrie's Demise.

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Hey guys. I know its' been a long time. I apologize for that. I have no excuse. You, as readers, don't deserve that. So, I will simply say what is necessary.

I've recently been rewriting my personal FanFictions and came across this one. It brought back feelings of nostalgia and I decided to go back to read over everyone's reviews. I realized that I owe it to the Fandom and to the Fans to continue. I'm doing this for the Fans of the story I never expected to have. Do not expect updates to come weekly. Having ADHD, inspiration tends to come and go for me, and I apologize ahead of time for that. In the meantime, please enjoy this chapter update.

Yours Truly, Uri~

Updated on Wednesday, April 25th, 2018, 10:29 A.M.