A/N

Hey guys, BadluckRabbit here. Thanks for all of the reviews! I know that the last chapter was wasn't that different then the book. So I made sure to bring out this one as fast as possible. Just so you can get a fill of my writing stye and see some differences in this world compared to the one in the book.

I would like to think everyone who left a review, those are mostly the reason I got this out so fast.

For now on, Im going to add some more "meat" in my future chapters. As this world starts becoming more and more AU from the Harry Potter book, there with be more and more to add to the chapters.

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"taking"

"Thoughts"

"Parseltongue"

******Start Chapter******

The morning sun shined down on a humble little neighborhood, bringing a whole new day. And what a day it is! For on this day, a boy of Number Four Privet Drive just turned 11. He was still asleep, having dreams of cake, presents, and ice-cream. Just knowing that this day would only be the best day ever.

Now lets shift our focus on to another boy, still fast asleep just like the other one. His dreams were full of being anywhere but in this very house on this beautiful day. A pity that he was going to be ruefully awaken, the same way as yesterday, and the day before that.

"GET UP! GET UP NOW!"

BANG

"Ouch!"

Waking up has always been painful to this poor boy. Maybe, just maybe, if he was woken up more gently, he would not hit his head on a low beam above his bed. Holding his aching head in his hands as he glares at the evil beam, he start trying to remember why he felt dread about this day. Something about Dudley, his whale of a cousin, that was more then likely still in wonderful sleep heaven. "But not me", this boy thought glumly. This boy, Harry Potter, never quite felt love for his relatives. Sure they took him in, feed, clothed, and gave him a place to sleep, but thats all they really did for him. There was no "Welcome home", or "Good Night", or "I Love You". It was always "GET UP", "GO AWAY", or "DO THIS" or "DO THAT". Yup, not the best way to live life, but it's tolerable.

"ARE YOU UP YET?!" his aunt Petunia said loudly outside his door.

"Nearly," said Harry.

"Well, hurry up, I want you to look after the bacon. And dont burn it, I want my Duddy's birthday to be perfect!"

Harry groaned. Thats why I felt dread this morning. As Harry got up from his mat, carful to avoid the evil beam, he started to look for his socks. After finding them, and pulling off the occasional spider, he sat down to admirer his room. People would say that it looked like a cupboard, and they would be right. But to Harry, it was a safe haven. No one would point at him in here, or whisper behind his back. Nobody but him, and it was nice to get away form the world.

"WELL, ARE YOU GOING TO GET OUT!" screeched his aunt as she knocked on his door.

"Yes aunt Petunia" sighed Harry

"AND DONT FORGET TO PUT YOUR GLASSES ON!"

Ah yes, his sunglasses, how could he forget. There was only two rules in the Dursley house for Harry. Don't ask questions, and always wear your sunglasses. Now, both of those rules might have sounded odd to some, especially the last one. But, if you happen to get look at Harry, you might understand the former rule. Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and for some reason, eyes were a solid light purple. Now, when I say solid, I'm not saying just his Iris. I'm mean all of it but his cornea. And, to make his eyes stand out even more, was the ripple-like pattern it had. This feature was enough to make people stare and point at him as if he was a freak. In fact, that was what his relatives and classmates favorite nickname for him. So, how did his aunt and uncle fix this problem? Sunglasses, big, round, and so black and shiny you can see your reflection, sunglasses. But that was'ent all. Oh no. To put the cherry on top of his ice-cream so called life, was a dark angry, red lightning bolt shape scar right in the middle of his forehead. Which the Dursleys have also tried to hide with his hair. His eyes and scar have always been a part of his life as long as he could remember. He once asked his aunt about the scar. And her answer? " In a car crash that killed your parents, now stop asking questions and go way."

Harry sighed, reaching for one of many, but same design, pairs of sunglasses, to put on as he started down the hall into the kitchen. The table was swarmed by Dudley's birthday presents. More then likely half will be destroyed by the end of the week, not many things were 'Dudley Proof'. Unfortunately, Harry was.

His uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry watched breakfast.

"Comb your hair!" he barked.

One of his uncle's favorite past times was shouting at Harry. About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way everywhere.

As Dudley walked in the the room, Harry tuned out the noise. If today was anything like last year, then Dudley would start crying about the number of presents. Every year, it had to be better and bigger then the last. And every year, Harry was not included. As they went and have fun, he was stuck with Mrs. Figg. Not that she was mean, but there was only so many hours you can look at cat pictures and not snap. Maybe she will have some week old cake?

Harry was brought out of his dreams of cake by a crying Dudley.

"I...don't..want...him...to COME!"

Wait, what?

"He always spoils everything!" Dudley continued.

Before Harry had time to figure out what was going on the doorbell rang — "Oh, good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically — and a moment later, Dudley's best friend, Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother. Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat. He was usually the one who held people's arms ( mostly Harry's) behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

Right then uncle Vernon had put his hand on Harry's shoulder and gave a more then firm squeeze.

"I'm warning you boy, no funny business at all, unless you want to spend everyday in the cupboard until Christmas." He said quietly with a force smile. Making sure not to alarm the Polkiss's.

Could it be? Was he finally going to one of Dudley's parties?

"I wont, I mean... I'm not going to do anything," blurted out Harry, "honestly."

But Uncle Vernon gave him a glance like he didn't believe him, no one ever did.

The thing was, strange things always happened around Harry.

Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and dark sunglasses. But the next morning it had all grown back as if it never happened. He was given a week in his cupboard for that for some reason.

Another time, at school. Dudley was trying to pull off his sunglasses for the whole school yard to see his "Freaky Eyes". But no matter how hard he tried to pull, they would not budge, as if they were glued to his face. That was one of the only times he had seen DUDLEY get punished. It seemed the Dursleys really didnt want other people to see his eyes. And he agreed with them, to the fullest. Three months later Dudley got his wish, when Harry's glasses fell off during a game of football at school. Ever since then, he has been known as "Freak", or "Crazy Eyes" at school.

Then there was the time he found himself on the schools roof. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump. But the odd thing was, he felt his eyes pulse as he jumped.

But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living room.
It seemed this years birthday would be spent at the zoo. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice pop. It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

Harry felt great, this had to be one of the best mornings he had in a long time. Every once in a while he would pretend that it was HIS birthday, but that was only wishful thinking. The Dursleys never cared much about his birthday. The only thing they would get him was another pair of sunglasses.

But, like everything in Harry's life, it was too good to last.

After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone. Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can — but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley had his nose pressed up against the glass, making him look more piggish, staring at the snake.

"Make it move, he whined.

Uncle Vernon went up to the glass and gave it a tap, but the snake didn't budge.

"This is boring," moaned Dudley as he walked away.

Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself — no company except stupid people like Uncle Vernon drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up; at least he got to visit the rest of the house.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

Wait, what?

Harry stared. Then looked around nervously, wondering if Uncle Vernon would consider this as "Funny Business". But no one was watching.

The snake pointed its head at them and seemed to roll its eyes.

"I hear yea," Harry whispered. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded happily, looking pleased to have someone to talk to.

"So, where do you come from?" Harry asked.

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?"

The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, sorry — so you've never been to Brazil?"

As the snake shook its head a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. "Dudley! Mr. Dursley! Come quick! Check out the snake!"

Dudley came rolling down the hall way as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, freak" he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. And right as he landed, he felt his eyes pulse.

And chaos erupted.

Everyone in the room was blown off their feet, crashing in to the walls and ground. All the glass that served as windows for the exhibits shattered, giving the reptiles free access to where every they wanted to go. Vernon happened to land safely but in a daze, right on top of Piers and his mother. It seems that both of their strength was not enough to get the over weight man off them, and now have turn their effort in shouting for help. Dudley seems to have gotten his birthday wish granted in seeing the giant snake move, right over his face. As half of his body was laying in the large show case and blocking the exit, the snake had no choice.

Harry just sat there, wide eye at the destruction all around him. So much in shock, he almost did'nt see the huge Boa Constrictor move in front of him and rise to his face. Harry just stared dumbly at the snake that had one of the largest smiles he has ever seen.

"Thanksss, amigo," hissed the over grown snake. "Brazil, here I come!"

As everyone was getting up and help had come in the form of the reptile staff. Harry just stared at the door, in which the Boa just exited. He didn't even feel his uncle, having just snapped out of his daze and apologizing over and over again to the Polkiss's, grab him by the arm and haul him on to his feet. Even mindlessly being steered towards the car, right after Uncle Vernon got a full refund and extra park tickets, the drive, and being lead to the cupboard. He vaguely hear something about no meals, but he wasn't paying attention. There was only one thought going through his mind, just one sentence that he has been replaying over and over again in his mind.

"But, I didn't do anything"