Hi I'm back again. You can't get rid of me that fast! The books I use in this FF will be real books, even if they aren't published in that particular year. Once again I ask for criticizing reviews, I really want peoples' views on this story. I will update this story every 2nd Saturday (hopefully) and I predict (I am NOT a seer!) this story will only be short, (7-10 Chapters), but will also include a Pro. and an Epi. I didn't upload yesterday due to my brother's dad and gran coming to visit, soz luvz! Now boring stuff…

Disclaim Her: Once again I admit, *sob*, I don't own any characters in this story, *sob*, 'cause they belong to J.K Rowling, *sob* but I will get revenge! *Does evil Voldie Laugh* *Starts choking* *falls over* *dies* "Moral; DON'T laugh like Voldie!" ...Yes Gary -_-

-(-o_O_o-)- means different POV. same time (for some reason this reminds me of a three-eyed alien, WTF?)

- means same POV. different time

[Parsel Language] means anything in Parsel Language

Got it? Good. Vet mwah suck your bloodddd... I mean unto ze ztorieeee!

Far away, a young boy awoke to the high-pitched, screechy morning voice of Petunia Evans, snapping him quickly out of the wonderful dream of the beautiful black eyed, black haired boy. It was usually him, Severus, and the deserted park and occasionally, his, Severus's, mother, other times there was a flash of red, then a voice screaming something, straight after there is a great flash of startling green light, high-pitched laughter and suddenly he is lying awake tangled in the sheets of a very sweat-ridden bed.

This boy's name is Harry James Potter, resident wizard, gardener, animal charmer and chore master of Number 4 Privet Drive, Surrey, well thats what he and Dudley both think. After finding out he is a wizard, courtesy of the extremely tall, half-giant, Rubeus Hagrid, the Evans-Dursley residence continued acting as they always had, with lots of care and kindness. What else could you call it? He had lots of gardening books, his new school books, cooking books, and a garden, earns money Harry has a better room, Not-Really-Aunt Marge's room from when she came to stay, instead of the smallest bedroom, his old room, which is now Not-Really-Aunt Marge's room. Wait, this doesn't make any sense, even in his head. Let's just say Harry and Not-Really-Aunt Marge swapped rooms. 'Yeah, now that makes sense,' he thought, 'but really, why am I going over this again?' A sharp "UP!" shook him from his pondering.

He quickly untangled himself from his sheets got up and pulled out his cooking book, So Easy: Luscious Healthy Recipes for Every Meal of the Week, by Ellie Krieger, flipped to page 33, Apple Pancakes. 'Whisk flour, baking powder, baking soda and salt...' So caught up in the book, he didn't notice Dudley walk past his doorway when Harry just stepped out and they ended up in a large pile on the floor, Floor, Dudley, Harry and Book.

"Lovely morning, fair cousin." Harry greeted Dudley cheerfully, looking down at him.

Dudley just sneered. "Horrible with you in it gay boy. Get off me." He said in a stuck up voice.

Suddenly they both cracked matching smirks. Everyone knew Harry played for the same team, that was old news. Harry rolled of Dudley and helped him up. It was the same every morning, in fact, it was nearly tradition. Harry would walk out the door at the same time Dudley walked past, end up landing on the floor in the same said order.

"You wanna help with the garden after school? I'm thinking of planting the peach tree today. You could probably plant your cherry tree now. It told me it needs more room."Dudley was used to Harry's extremely weird animal-plant whisperer thing after spending ten years together and brushed off the question with a slight shrug of his shoulders.

- Harry found it out when he was two. He had somehow gotten out of the play-pen, walked into the garden and was found making weird sounds to the plants by Aunt Petunia. She had been shocked and proud to find her last connection to her sister was also a Magic-Folk, like her sister, carrying on magic. Even though she thought Severus Snape, the boy down the road from where they lived when they were children, was a better match for her sister, instead of that arrogant, snooty Potter, she had to admit they had a near-perfect son.

It was discovered soon after that he could talk to animals due to the many times he was caught conversing with the bugs on the front lawn, the snakes in the garden, and the cats and dogs around the neighbourhood in their native languages. That was first discovered by Uncle Vernon and he had went puce and started yelling his head off about Harry's 'freakishness' and 'abnormalities'. It had taken Aunt Tunia a long time to get him off the verge of a heart-attack and back to his normal pale colour. After that they were civil, as they always had been. Aunt Tunia is like a mother-figure that Harry never had and Uncle Vernon is a friend of her's. They got a divorce because of the fact that they were only school friends and were forced together by their parents. They were told to conceive a child within the first year or they "Will be stuck with each other for the rest of your lives". They got married, somewhat awkwardly conceived Dudley, and, when the boys were seven, old enough to understand, got a divorce. Dudley still got loving parents, but also got a good figure, barely chubby, and a great best cousin-friend-thing.

Since Harry was going to go to boarding school, it was decided Dudley would also go to a boarding school, due to the fact that Aunt Tunia didn't want to feel bad for 'Dudders' or 'Hazza', and the fact that both would feel lonely without each other.

- Harry was so pleased about that fact that he went to the Year 1-13 Private School the next morning with Seraphina and Serenity and was hissing to them everything over interval and lunch about the stuff that was planned.

["And then we will go to the learning house to become smarter…"]

What he didn't understand was the fact that every time any senior student approached, they stood still for a couple of seconds before running to the nearest bathroom.

-(-o_O_o-)-

Dudley was playing cricket. This was not odd whatsoever, it was a known fact that Dudley Vernon Evans-Dursley was the best cricketer his age in all of Surrey. Dudley had always wanted a professional cricket career. He has played in the cricket in the team since he was 5 and as he gradually got older, he got better and moved up the age groups, to where he was now, the under 12's. He was a fit boy for his age, not scrawny like that Piers Polkiss kid from primary school. He ran with Harry every morning after breakfast, keeping him agile on his legs. The boy had grades almost as high as Harry's, who was Top of the Year. He had a confident posture that made girls like him and Harry said putting his hair in spikes would make him look better, so instead of wearing it like his father's, he wore it in the sharp spikes Harry put in his hair.

Harry and Dudley hoped nothing too drastic would change due to the fact that everything will be different, with new surroundings, Harry will learn magic and Dudley will not, and Harry will eventually find a good, suitable guy, and Dudley will not. Dudley will find a good, suitable girl, no matter what.