Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets- with Newt
A/N: Well, the part 2 of Harry Potter with Newt series is here! Please leave a review!
Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I would go to Vegas and rent out Palazzo hotel for a month, partying all day.
Chapter 1: Worst birthday
Number four Privet drive's morning was started with a large argument. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harry's room.
"Third time this week! If you can't control that bloody owl, it'll have to go!" roared Vernon. Harry tried to explain for the 100th time. "Come on. She's obviously stressed. You're not letting her fly out. If you will just allow one night…"
"Do I look stupid?" snarled Uncle Vernon. Harry would have said yes but he knew that making his uncle angrier will not solve the problem so he kept his mouth shut. "I know what'll happen if that owl's let out." He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia.
Harry tried to reason but was interrupted by a loud belch that came from his fat cousin Dudley. "I want more bacon." he ordered.
"There's more in the frying pan, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her humongous. son. "We must build you up while we've got the chance… I don't like the sound of that school food…"
Harry snorted. Build him up? That almost sounded impossible as Dudley was so fat, both his bottom drooped over the side of kitchen chair.
Dudley turned to Harry. "Give me the frying pan." "You didn't say the magic word." Harry replied, irritated that manner was a complete new concept to the Dursleys.
Hearing the word magic, Dudley went slack jawed, Aunt Petunia screamed and Uncle Vernon spat his drink and jumped on to his feet.
"What did I tell you about using that M word in this house!" he screamed. "You know I meant please. In civilized places, you normally say please when you make a request." Harry tried to explain.
"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY WITH YOUR ABNORMALITY?!" Vernon continued screaming.
"All right," said Harry, "all right…" Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing heavily.
Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment. Because Harry Potter was not a normal boy. He was in fact a wizard.
Harry had just came home from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt.
He missed Hogwarts so much. He missed everything from the castle, the lessons, the teachers (minus Snape) and Quidditch.
All Harry's spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home. They didn't care if Harry was punished for not doing his homework. In fact, they seemed to wish that Harry would be punished.
Dursley's were muggles who thought having a wizard as a relative was the biggest shame anyone could have. Uncle Vernon had padlocked Harry's owl Hedwig inside her cage so she couldn't send any message to anyone in the wizarding world.
Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family.
Uncle Vernon and Dudley were fat, pink and porky while Aunt Petunia was bony and horse faced. Harry had a brilliant green eyes, untidy black hair and a lightning shaped scar on his forehead. Harry liked his looks, minus the scar, because after hearing about his parents, he used his looks as a reminder about how his parents looked like.
One thing Harry hated about himself was the lightning scar. He learned that when he was a baby, an evil wizard named Voldemort killed his parents and then tried to kill him. But he somehow miraculously survived and only had a lightning shaped scar on his head. Because no one managed to survive Voldemort, Harry was praised as a hero in the wizarding world.
But at number four privet drive, he was treated as anything but hero, in fact, he was treated more like a dog that has been rolling around on a mud.
The Dursleys have conveniently forgotten or ignored that today was Harry's birthday. Not that Harry expected 'd never given him a real present, let alone a cake.
At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, "Now, as we all know, today is a very important day." Harry looked up, but still did not get his hopes too high.
"As you know, This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career," said Uncle Vernon.
Harry sighed and ate his breakfast. Of course uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. That's all he had been talking for last few weeks.
Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him. "I think we should run through the schedule one more time," said Uncle Vernon. "We should all be in position at eight o'clock.
"Petunia, you will be?" "In the lounge," said Aunt Petunia promptly, "waiting to welcome them graciously to our home." "Good,. And Dudley?"
"I'll be waiting to open the door." Dudley put on a sickening fake smile. "May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason?"
"They'll love him!" cried Aunt Petunia. "Excellent, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. "And you?" "I'll be in my bedroom, pretending I don't exist." Harry answered in a bored tone.
"You better," said Uncle Vernon. "I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen..."
"I'll announce dinner," said Aunt Petunia. "And, Dudley, you'll say?" "May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason?" said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.
"My perfect little gentleman!" sniffed Aunt Petunia. "And you?" said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry. "I'll be in my room, pretending I don't exist," said Harry dully.
"Precisely. Now, for compliments. Petunia? Do you any?" "Vernon tells me you're a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason."
"Perfect… Dudley?" "How about,'We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.'"
This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry had to punch himself to stop him from laughing at the sheer patheticness of the family.
"Very good Dudley. Very good. And you boy?" Vernon growled. Harry was still struggling to not laugh but he managed to choke out "In my room, pretending I don't exist."
"Too right, you will." said Uncle Vernon forcefully. "The Masons don't know anything about you and it's going to stay that way. When dinner's over, Petunia, you bring out the coffee while I start talking about business. I'll have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. Then, we will be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow."
Harry wasn't cheering. To him, anywhere in the world would be horrible if he was with the Dursleys.
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"Well Petunia, I'm off to pick up out suit. And you." Vernon continued as he pointed as Harry. "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning."
Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath: "Happy birthday to me… happy birthday to me…"
It was going to be an amazing day. It was his birthday and he got nothing and he had to spend it pretending he didn't exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely.
More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley, Newt Scamander and Hermione Granger.
They, however, didn't seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay.
Many times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to his friends with a letter, but it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to use magic outside of school, a fact Harry hadn't told the Dursleys. He knew they were afraid that Harry might use magic on them to make them grow a tail or something. That was the only thing that prevented them from locking Harry in a cupboard.
After the long silence from Ron, Hermione and Newt had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world. It didn't help that they forgot it was his birthday today.
Harry suddenly bolted up. He was staring at the hedge and to his surprise, the hedge was staring back at him. Two large green eyes had appeared among the leaves.
Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn. "I know what day it is," sang Dudley, waddling toward him. The huge eyes blinked and vanished. "What?" said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.
"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him. "Oh yeah! It's the day you get your national imbecile of the year award right? This is what, the twentieth time?" Harry replied in fake happiness.
Dudley scrunched up his face to figure out what Harry just said. But soon gave up and went back to make fun of him. "I know what day it is. It's your birthday." "i thought you couldn't count to up to 10. How did you figured that one out?" asked Harry in mock curiosity.
"You didn't get any cards. Don't you have any friends back at that freak school of yours?" sneered Dudley.
"Watch it. You better make sure your mom doesn't hear you talking about my school." said Harry and he went back on staring at the hedge.
"Why are you staring at the hedge?" asked Dudley suspiciously. "Trying to think about a way to set it on fire." said Harry.
"Y...y...you wouldn't. D...d...dad said he will chuck you out of the house if you use magic. You haven't even got any f...f...friends to take you in." stuttered Dudley.
Harry picked up a stick that was lying nearby and pointed at the hedge. Then he slowly pointed that stick at Dudley and grinned in most evil way as he can. Then he said "This will wear of in a week." Then he slowly walked towards Dudley.
Dudley ran back home screaming and wailing at his mother about Harry doing freaky things. Unfortunately, Harry paid dearly for his little stunt.
Although she was relieved that Harry didn't use any magic, that didn't stop Aunt Petunia from giving a heavy blow on the head with the frying pan. Harry narrowly had to dodged that.
Then Aunt Petunia gave him various things to do and promised him he will not eat until he completed every single one of them. He had to do all kinds of labor at home from washing the car to repainting the garden bench.
Dudley would laugh at Harry whenever he saw him. Harry ignored them but started to think that maybe Dudley was right. Harry thought maybe he didn't have any friends.
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It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him. "Get in here! And walk on the newspaper!" Harry moved gladly into the the cool home. On top of the fridge stood tonight's pudding which was a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets.
"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon!" snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a weird salmon pink cocktail dress that if Harry wasn't so tired, would have laughed at.
Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. "Get upstairs! Now!"
As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets.
He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doo bell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.
"Remember, boy. Make one sound and..." Harry crossed to his bedroom, slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it.
A/N Some descriptions are from Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets by JK Rowling. Please leave a review!