OK so let us begin this is snake's second year at Hogwarts and guess what it's disclaimer time

Like the first one i don't own any of the stuff except Snake Vercetti, Jennie Itou and a couple new characters, Dagger, Elsa, Kenji and Aunt Carmen prob more but forgot haha anyway if there are i'll add them in

so on with the story and sorry that this chapter is more harry than Snake there is reason to it

Not for the first time an argument had broken out over the breakfast table at number four privet drive, Mr Vernon Dursley had been awoken early that morning by a loud hooting noise in his nephew Harry's bedroom.

"Three times this week" He roared across the table "If it doesn't stop then it will have to go".

"She's bored" Harry tried to explain yet again "If I could just let her out of a night".

"Do I look stupid boy?" He bellowed "I know what will happen if that owl is let out". He exchanged a dark look with his wife, Harry tried to argue the point but his words were drowned out by a rather large belch from his cousin Dudley.

"I want more bacon" He yelled Harry was reminded oddly of Snake when Dudley was eating breakfast.

"There's more in the frying pan" Aunt Petunia said going misty eyed over her massive son "We must feed you up, I'm not sure about that school food".

"Nonsense Petunia" Uncle Vernon said heartily "I never went hungry at Smeltings, you get fed enough don't you son". Dudley was so large his bottom seemed to hang over the sides of the chair, he grinned and turned to Harry.

"Pass the frying pan" He said rather rudely.

"You forgot to say the magic words" Harry said this was the wrong thing to say. The entire atmosphere in the room changed, Dudley gasped and fell sideways off his chair. Aunt Petunia gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth, Uncle Vernon stood up knocking his chair backwards gripping the side of the table veins pulsing in his temple.

"I only meant please" Harry tried to explain quickly "I didn't mean-"

"WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU BOY" Uncle Vernon yelled spraying spit across the table "HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU ABOUT USING THE M WORD IN THIS HOUSE".

"Well I-"

"HOW DARE YOU THREATEN MY SON" He yelled Harry thought that he saw the table began to snap under his hands.

"I just-"

"I HAVE TOLD YOU TIME AND TIME AGAIN, I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF". He looked at his purple faced uncle and then at his pale aunt who was attempting to pick Dudley up off the floor.

"All right" Harry said "All right". His uncle sat down again breathing heavily yet he kept his beady eyes on Harry, ever since his return for the summer holidays his uncle had been treating him like a bomb that would go off at any moment. Harry wasn't normal as a matter of a fact he wasn't as normal as it is possible to be. Harry was a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, if the Dursleys weren't happy about having Harry back it was nothing to how he felt.

He missed Hogwarts and his friends so much it was like having a constant stomach ache, he missed the castle with it's secret passageways and ghosts, his lessons and teachers yet perhaps not potions and Snape, the post arriving by owl, eating banquets in the great hall, sleeping in his four poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting Hagrid the gamekeeper in his cabin by the forbidden forest, the main thing he missed was Qudditch the most popular sport in the wizarding world.

The Dursleys had locked all his spell books, his wand, robes, cauldron and top-of-the-range Nimbus two thousand broomstick in the cupboard under the stairs. What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the house team due to the fact he hadn't practised all summer? What was it to the Dursleys if Harry returned to Hogwarts without any homework done? The Dursleys where what wizards referred to as Muggles which means that they have no magical blood at all, as far as they were concerned having a wizard in the family was of the deepest shame.

Harry thought back to the start of the second week since he had returned from Hogwarts, his friend Snake had shown up with his father to have a chat with the Dursleys.

"Herr Dursley I nehmen es (Mr Dursley I take it)" Snake's father had said in German when uncle Vernon had opened the front door.

"Vater (Father)" Snake said "Lassen Sie mich die Unterhaltung tun, sie verstehen nicht, dass der unhöfliche Deutsche dort Sie sehen (Let me do the talking, they don't understand German there rude you see)". Snake's dad looked at him but nodded, so Snake turned back to uncle Vernon and smiled rather evilly.

"Hi" Snake said "Vernon Dursley I presume".

"That's right" Uncle Vernon said "Who are you?"

"I'm Snake Vercetti a friend of Harry's" Snake replied "May we come in, I think we need a chat". Snake didn't wait for a reply him and his father pushed uncle Vernon to one side and headed into the kitchen sitting down at the table, Snake was wearing his leather jacket at the time and it made him look more threatening at one look of Snake Dudley had left the room.

"I demand you leave this house at once" Uncle Vernon said "You are trespassing".

"Sit" Snake said to uncle Vernon "I'd rather you were comfortable during our chat". Uncle Vernon glared at Snake with hatred in his eyes yet Snake slid the chair towards him, uncle Vernon didn't like being told what to do in his own house yet he sat down anyway.

"Very well" He said gruffly "What do you want?"

"Good now where all comfortable" Snake said sitting up a little "Let's get down to business, I don't know how you treat Harry here but it is in your best interests to treat him with the same amount of care you show your own son".

"Is that a threat?" Uncle Vernon said slightly aggressively "I will not take any threats in my own house".

"Calm down Vernon before you hurt yourself or we hurt you" Snake said "It's not a threat it's a promise, you don't want an angry German and a ticked off scouser booting you're door down and well you do the math, so Vernon I think we have an understanding now". Snake was happy to see the look of fear on his face, Snake and his Father stood and left climbing back into his FXX, Harry was snapped out of his thoughts as his uncle cleared his throat importantly.

"Well as we all know today is an important day" He said Harry looked up hardly daring to breathe "This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my entire carrier". Harry went back to eating his toast, of course he should have guessed he was going on about his pointless dinner party. Some rather rich builder was coming around for dinner with his wife and uncle Vernon was hoping to receive a rather large order due to his company making drills.

"I think we should just run over the schedule one last time" He said "As agreed we should be all in position at eight o'clock, now Petunia you will be?"

"In the lounge" Aunt Petunia replied "Waiting to welcome them graciously into our home".

"Wonderful and you Dudley?"

"I will be waiting to open the door" He said with a sickly, foul simpering smile "May I take you're coats Mr and Mrs Mason".

"They'll love him just love him" cried Aunt Petunia.

"Excellent Dudley" Uncle Vernon said he then rounded on Harry "Now you?"

"I'll be in my room pretending I don't exist and making no noise" Harry said tonelessly.

"Exactly" Uncle Vernon said nastily "Now I will lead them into the living room and introduce you Petunia and pour them drinks. At eight fifteen?"

"I'll announce dinner" Aunt Petunia said.

"Dudley you'll say".

"May I take you through to the dining room Mrs Mason?" He said offering his fat arm to an invisible woman.

"My perfect little gentleman" Aunt Petunia sniffed.

"What about you?" Uncle Vernon said.

"I'll be in my room pretending I don't exist and making no noise" he repeated dully.

"Precisely, now we should aim to get in a few good comments any ideas Petunia".

"Vernon told me you're a wonderful golfer Mr Mason, Where did you get that lovely dress Mrs Mason".

"Wonderful and you Dudley".

"How about: We had to do an essay on our hero in school and I wrote about you". This was all that Aunt Petunia and Harry could stand, Aunt Petunia began to cry hugging her son while Harry hid his face so they couldn't see him laughing.

"How about you boy?" Uncle Vernon said he had to fight to keep his face straight.

"I'll be in my room pretending I don't exist and making no noise" He said.

"Too right you will" Uncle Vernon said forcefully "The Masons don't know a thing about you and it will stay that way. When dinner's over you will take Mrs Mason into the lounge for coffee Petunia and I'll bring the subject round to drills. With any look the deal will be signed before the news at ten, we'll be looking for a holiday home in Majorca by this time tomorrow". Harry didn't feel too excited about this he had feeling they wouldn't like him anymore there than they did in Privet drive.

"Right then I'm off to town to pick up the dinner jackets and you" Uncle Vernon snarled at Harry "You stay out of your aunt's way while she's cleaning". Harry left out the back door, it was a brilliant sunny day he crossed the lawn slumped down on the garden bench and began singing under his breath. "Happy birthday to me...happy birthday to me".

No cards, no presents and he would be spending the evening in his room pretending to not exist. He gazed miserably at the hedge, he had never felt so lonely. More than anything at Hogwarts more than even Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends Soubi Agatsuma, Ritsuka Aoyagi, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. He had only seen Snake once yet he remembered that Ron had said he would even ask if he could come and stay. Countless times Harry had been on the verge of unlocking Hedwig's cage by magic and sending her to the others with a letter, yet he knew it wasn't worth the risk. Underage wizards weren't allowed to do magic outside of school yet he hadn't told the Dursleys this, he knew it was there only terror that he would turn them into dung beetles which was the only way he could stop them locking him in the cupboard with his wand and broomstick, it appeared to Harry they hadn't taken Snake's warning seriously.

He had to make his own fun, for the first few weeks he had been muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tear off out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him. Not to say his first year at Hogwarts hadn't been fun, at the very end of last term he had been involved in helping Snake take on his two rivals Kuja and Beatrix. It hadn't been easy yet he found himself still waking in the night in a cold sweat still being able to hear Kuja's voice, he suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench he had been staring absent minded into the hedge which was staring back at him. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves, Harry jumped to his feet as a jeering voice floated across the lawn.

"I know what day it is" Dudley sang waddling towards him, the huge eyes blinked and vanished.

"What?" asked Harry not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been.

"I know what day it is" He repeated coming right up to Harry.

"Well done" Harry said "So you've finally learned the days of the week".

"Today's your birthday" Sneered Dudley "How come you haven't got any cards? No friends at that freak school? Not even that one who came here has bothered".

"Better not let mummy hear you talking about my school" Harry said coolly. Dudley hitched up his trousers which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"Why're you staring at the hedge?" Dudley asked suspiciously.

"I'm trying to work out what would be the best spell to set fire to it" Harry replied with a slight grin, Dudley stumbled backwards at once a look of panic on his fat face.

"You c-can't, dad told you you're not to use magic, he said he'll chuck you out of the house and you haven't got anywhere else to go, you haven't got any friends to take you in".

"Jiggery porkey" Harry said in a fierce voice "Hocus pocus...squiggly wiggle..."

"MUUM" Dudley howled tripping over his fat feet as he ran back to the house "MUUM! He's doing you know what". Harry paid dearly for his brief moment of fun, as neither Dudley or the hedge was in anyway hurt Aunt Petunia knew he hadn't done magic, however he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with a soapy frying pan. Then she gave him work to do, with the promise of not eating again until he'd finished.

"Wish they could see the famous Harry Potter now" He thought savagely as he spread manure on the flowerbeds, his back aching sweat running down his face. It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted he finally heard Aunt Petunia calling him.

"Get in here! Walk on the newspaper". Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen, on the fridge stood tonight's pudding, a large mound of whipped cream and sugared violets, a joint of roast pork was sizzling in the oven.

"Eat quickly! The Masons will be here soon" She snapped pointing to two slices of bread and a block of cheese sat on the kitchen table, she was already wearing a salmon pink cocktail dress. Harry washed up and bolted down his pitiful supper, the moment he had finished Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate "Upstairs Hurry!"

As he passed the door leading to the living room he got a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets, he had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernon's furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs.

"Remember boy one sound". Harry crossed into his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside and closed the door, he turned to collapse onto his bed but he found that someone else was already sitting on it.