The Second Generation Marauders

Book 1

The Sorcerers Stone

Chapter 1: Dudley's Birthday

"BOY!"

Harry glanced over at his uncle, amusement clear on his face.

"And what would you want, my dear old uncle?" Harry asked with mock innocence.

"What did you do to my bathroom?" Vernon screamed at Harry.

"Why whatever do you mean?" Harry asked with fake confusion.

His uncle grabbed Harry by the arm, and dragged him over to the bathroom, which happened to have been completely covered in a coating of green paint.

"Oh, that's what you were talking!" Harry chuckled. "I just thought the bathroom could use a little lightening up."

"Oh really? Well now you're going to clean it up!" Vernon said, with malice clear in his voice. He handed a mop to Harry. "If I find even a single bit of green in here when I come back, you'll be in your cupboard until the end the school year!"

Vernon stalked off, mumbling about what an ungrateful brat Harry was, while Harry stared after him, his eyebrows raised.

Harry Potter was a small, ten year old boy, with raven colored hair, and lively green eyes. He wore a pair of glasses with silver framing, and clothes that were obviously too large for him.

Harry was also an orphan. His parents had died in a car crash, or that's what his aunt Petunia told him, and he had been left to live with his aunt and uncle with only a scar left as a token from the crash.

"All right uncle, I'm done!" Harry yelled.

"There better not be an green in there, boy!"

Vernon walked into the bathroom, and gasped when he saw what had been done now. The room had been painted over with a mix of orange, blue, red, pink and yellow, but there was no trace of the green left.

"BOY!"

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Harry sighed, his little stunt before had landed him in his cupboard for the rest of the day. Not that he wasn't used to it of course. His aunt and uncle had treated him like dirt ever since he had come to live with them when he was a baby. They though of him as a worthless freak, while they viewed their son, and Harry's cousin, Dudley, as the greatest thing since sliced bread.

Personally, Harry though of Dudley as a particularly large baby whale, but hey, it was a matter of opinion, Harry reasoned.

All his life, Harry had felt the overwhelming need to prank people. Perhaps his parents had been pranksters? Or maybe he came for a long line of pranksters. Harry would probably never know though, as his aunt and uncle never answered any questions about his parents.

That was the Dursley's biggest rule- "Don't ask questions," of course, Harry did anyway, just to get on their nerves.

One day, Harry decided, he was going to leave the Dursleys, and go to a new place. A new place where he could prank people all day, without worrying about being locked up in his cupboard for weeks on end.

Yeah, Harry though, one day, before he drifted off to sleep.

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"Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry groaned. That was aunt Petunia's wake up call only on important occasions. Based on the urgency of her voice, it was the fat git's birthday. Harry smirked, his favorite day of the year.

Oh no, not because he liked his cousin, far from it. It was his favorite day of the year, because he always found a way to make Dudley's birthdays miserable, without getting caught as well.

Last year, the night before Dudley's birthday, he colored the bleach in the wash pink, causing all of Dudley's clothes to turn the mentioned color. Dudley was forced to go to his birthday party, and try to ignore the laughs of his friends when he showed up.

The best part though, was that Dudley new it was him, but couldn't prove it. Not even his relatives could punish Harry without any proof that he had done something.

Harry got dressed and walked into the kitchen, flashing a smirk at Dudley before sitting down. Dudley cringed, obviously wondering what Harry would do this year.

Harry had a plan that would make this Dudley birthday the best one ever. This year, his usual babysitter had a broken leg, and he was to be allowed to go along with the Dursleys to the zoo to celebrate Dudley's birthday. Harry had decided that all day, he wouldn't actually prank Dudley, but make him think something was coming, just to freak him out.

So, when they all walked out to the car, alongside Dudley's friend, Pier, Harry turned to Dudley.

"Hey, why don't you sit on this right side Dudley?" Harry asked.

Dudley paled, before saying, "Nah, I-I think I'll stick to the left."

"Alright then, that's fine by me," Harry said, with a smirk.

Dudley looked scared as hell at his smirk, and said. "Actually, I'll take center, I think."

"Great choice," Harry said. "Pier, move to the left side, Dudley wants the middle apparently."

Pier, who also knew about Harry's tactics, sent a pitying look to Dudley, before moving to the side.

Dudley timidly sat down, before letting a breath out in relief, before realizing that Harry would be sitting next to him.

During the ride there, Vernon was complaining about motor cycles, and how loud they were, while Harry was playing a game where he would flash smirks at Dudley, and watch how he quivered in fear.

As they stepped outside of the car, after reaching the zoo, Harry noticed a group of three motor cyclists in the vicinity, that Vernon hadn't noticed yet. Harry grinned, a thought suddenly coming to his head.

"Uncle, what are your though on motor cyclists themselves, though?" Harry asked his uncle.

"Motor cyclists? They are the worst possible scum of the society! They ride around, thinking that they're so cool, when in fact-" Vernon had been speaking rather loudly, before he noticed the motor cyclists all glaring at him. He whimpered slightly, and quickly said. "Right then, let's get into the zoo."

Harry didn't really pay attention to the zoo. Caged animals reminded him too much of his own home life.

They finally walked over to the snake exhibit, and Harry walked over to a rather large, white snake. Although he felt like an idiot, he said, "I bet you hate it here, with all those idiots taking pictures of you, and gawking at you."

The snake seemed to understand Harry, and surprisingly replied, "You don't know the half of it."

Harry suddenly felt shock, when he realized the snake had just spoken to him, but decided to just roll with it.

"Yeah, I'm in a similar position to you," Harry said. "Except without the photos, or the gawking. My aunt and uncle lock me up in a cupboard most of the time, and my giant prat of a cousin… Well, that's just it, he's a prat."

"Want to have some fun?" the snake asked.

Harry didn't have to wonder what was going through the snakes mind.

"Go for it, buddy," Harry said. He glanced around, and smirked when he discovered nobody was watching him. He looked at the lock on the glass, and groaned. How was he going to get the snake out now? Suddenly though, the glass disappeared.

The snake slivered out, and said a quick, "Thanks kid," before slithering towards Dudley. The snake was able to climb up on Dudley's shoulder from behind. Pier noticed the large snake on Dudley, and screamed. Dudley seemed to notice as well, because screamed too, and the two ran out of the exhibit.

The snake then made his way towards the exit of the zoo, but not before winking at Harry.

Later, as the zoo keeper apologized over and over to Harry's aunt and uncle for what had occurred, Harry could only think one thing.

Another Dudley's birthday well spent.

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How did you enjoy the first chapter of my story? I have to say, I thought it was humorous, but that's just me. Tell me what you guys thought. Did you love it? Hate it? Please R&R.