Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stones- with Newt
Disclaimer: Again not mine. Just a guy who is using a brilliant work of JK Rowling.
Warning: Mention of child abuse
Chapter 2: Vanishing Glass.
Almost 10 years have passed since the Dursleys found their nephew in front of their doorstep. Privet drive was just as same as 10 years ago. Only thing that showed indication of time changes were photos.
There used to be photos of large baby that looked like an inflated pastry wearing baby clothes. But 10 years have passed, and that baby grew up to be a boy. Now there were photos of him watching tv, photos of him being hugged by his parents and photos of him opening his christmas presents. But no where in the house, there was a photo or even a sign of another boy.
But Harry Potter was still living there sleeping, that is, until his aunt woke him up in a very unpleasant way. "Get up!" She screeched. "Get up you useless child!"
Harry groaned as he tried to remember his pleasant dream. A dream in which he was in a flying motorcycle. Once in a while, Harry had a dream that woke him up with a pleasant feelings. Sometimes it was about flying motorcycle, sometime it was about him staring at a stag, a dog and a wolf. He couldn't think about his dream for a long time, because his aunt came back.
"Are you up?" She demanded.
"Sort of." Harry responded. "Well then get up! And go and watch the food. Make sure you don't burn it. You better not mess up Duddykin's birthday."
Harry sighed and slowly prepared for his day. He started his routine day by blowing off the dusts on his cloths. The cupboard under the stairs had plenty of dusts, and that place also happened to be where he slept.
He slowly made his way to the kitchen, and saw enormous piles of presents, all for Dudley. Yep, Dudley once again, got everything he asked for. While, Harry worked on the food hoping that Dudley did not get anything that could be used against him. Dudley liked to beat up Harry and he used various things from sticks to slingshot to make it more easier.
Fortunately, Dudley could not catch Harry often. For one thing, Harry was pretty agile. And another thing, Dudley was very stupid, so it was pretty easy for Harry to outwit him.
Harry was nearly done with the food when the Birthday boy waddled in. Harry looked nothing like the Dursleys. While Harry was thin, had unruly black hair and bright green eyes, Vernon and Dudley was fat and blonde. Petunia was thin had long fingers and had a horsey face. Another thing that made Harry stand out more was his lightning scar on his forehead.
When Harry asked about the scar, Petunia would stiffly answer "From the car crash your parents died. End of story. Don't ask questions." Harry was never allowed to ask questions. There were unpleasant consequence when he did.
Dudley was being smooched by his mother, who said "Anything for my little angel." Little angel. Harry snorted. More like a gorilla someone who taught him to speak. And did a very poor job on it.
Harry placed the foods around the table, and set down. Harry started to eat his breakfast quietly. Dudley meanwhile had counted all his presents and his face felled. "36. That's less than last year."
"Yes dear. But they are more expensive than last year." Petunia said in an attempt to make Dudley feel better. She failed.
"I don't care if they are more expensive or not!" He yelled. "This better not be end or else I'll…" His face started to go red.
Sensing the danger, Harry quickly started to eat. Dudley often flipped over the table during his tantrums. If that happened Harry not only had to cook all the foods again, but had to eat off the food at floor. He didn't mind the first part, but he certainly didn't want to eat food off the floor.
Vernon saw the danger and quickly said "Of course it's not the end. We will buy you more when we go out. How's that? "Oh. Alright." Dudley grunted. Vernon petted Dudley on the head. "Always trying to get most when you can. Keep it up Dudley. Keep it up!"
Harry shook his head in disgust. No wonder Dudley was so unpleasant. His parents never scolded him. And always found him to be perfect. They certainly didn't treat Harry that way. They would always yell and punish him, sometimes for just being there.
Petunia returned with an angry look. "Bad News Vernon. Mrs Figg hurt her leg. She can't take care of the boy." Dudley looked horrified while Harry was doing his best to look sad.
Whenever the Dursleys went out, they put him on Mrs Figg, old lady who lived nearby. It wasn't that Mrs Figg was mean or anything. She was just, not very fun or 10 year old boy to be around. She would talk on and on about her cats, and Harry just couldn't bring himself to enjoy his visit there.
"Are you sure there is no one, who can take the boy?" Vernon demanded. Harry rolled his eyes. Dursleys almost never called him by his name. It was always either, boy or you or freak. "No one Vernon. No one can take him."
"You know you could just leave me here." Harry offered. If he could stay in the house for whole day, without the Dursley's that would have been heavenly.
"Oh so what, you can destroy the house?" Aunt Petunia growled. "Hey it's not like I have a bomb. How could a 10 year old possibly destroy a house? Harry said. But once again, the Dursleys ignored him.
"We will just have to take him to the zoo. Then leave him on the car." Aunt Petunia said.
"There is no way I'm leaving that thing, alone in the car. It's a new car you know."
Dudley began to wail. Harry knew he was just pretending, his parents always gave him what he want when he cried.
"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry! Mummy will make sure he doesn't ruin this important day." Aunt Petunia cooed.
"Why does he have to come!" Dudley said in a pretend sob. "I don't want that freak near me!". Harry shook his head.
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Before the Dursleys went to the car, Uncle Vernon pulled him aside. "You try any funny stuff, I swear, you will suffer the consequences dearly." He growled.
Harry flinched at the thought of what might happen. "I won't do anything. Believe me." But no one did.
Strange things often happened around Harry and on Harry. He once turned a teacher's hair blue in school. He was once running from Dudley and his gang of bullies and found himself on top of the school roof. Needless to say, the principals angry letter made the Dursleys very angry. Thankfully, he was only locked up in his cupboard for 2 weeks.
Harry felt great. He felt as if nothing can go wrong. For the first time in his life, he was somewhere besides cupboard, school and Mrs Figgs home. It was a sunny day and Harry actually enjoyed the visit. He eagerly looked at various animals. For some strange reason he felt attracted at looking at a majestic stag in a deer enclosure. He felt as if the stag was something special.
Before going home, the Dursleys stopped at the last exhibit: The reptile house. Dudley rushed over to find a specimen that would satisfy him, and quickly found the biggest snake in the reptile house. Dudley started to bang on the glass, yelling at the snake to move.
"Stop that." Harry snapped. "There are other people here you know. Also, the sign says don't tap the glass."
Dudley just pushed Harry out of his way, nearly causing him to fall. "This is lame." Dudley grumbled.
Harry stared at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised it the snake had died of boredom. It's as probably as bad as living in cupboard, Harry thought. But, Harry thought bitterly, at least the snake would be fed properly.
Suddenly the snake raised its head and stared at Harry. "Ssso annoying." the snake said. Harry looked up. Did that just snake talk to him?
"Umm… did you just say that?"
"Of courssse. Who else is here." "I just never talked to a snake before. Do you do this often?" Harry asked.
"No. You are ssspecial." the snake hissed.
"So you're a Brazilian boa? How is it there? Any good places?" Snake shook his head and pointed to a sign next to him. BRED IN CAPTIVITY.
"Oh I see. Have you ever thought about going there?"
Before the snake could respond, Dudley came running back. "Get out of my way! I wanna see it!" Dudley yelled.
Harry falled hard on the floor. Harry just looked up and to his complete surprise, the glass had completely disappeared. Dudley screamed and ran off, frantically yelling for his mummy. Brazilian Boa constrictor slithered out. "Thanksss. Ssspeaker. I am off the Brazil." Then, the snake slithered away.
"Umm, bye?" Harry said.
The Zoo officials were confused. "What exactly happened to the glass?" one of the asked. The zoo director apologized over and over to Harry's aunt and uncle. And Dudley was babbling about how the snake nearly killed him. Harry rolled his eyes. The snake had not even been close to Dudley.
On the drive back home, Harry thought the day might have ended ok. If only Dudley didn't say, 'Harry you were talking to that snake. Weren't you?" Harry sank. Oh no. He was going to get it.
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Uncle Vernon ordered Aunt Petunia to take Dudley up in his room. Then Uncle Vernon punched Harry in the face. Harry fall to the ground, barely able to get up. "Get up you useless freak." His uncle shouted. "I told you any funny business and you will be punished." His uncle kicked Harry's body, and Harry felt like few of his ribs broke. The beating continued for about 20 more minutes. Until Harry felt every part of his body ached, and Uncle Vernon was sweating. "Get in your cupboard, and don't come out. No food." His uncle pushed Harry inside and closed the door.
Harry body ached so bad. Harry was that some bones in his body was broken. But unlike most boy at his age would have in the situation, Harry didn't cry. Crying usually led to worse situation. Besides, Harry thought bitterly, It's not like it hadn't happened before. It was true, his uncle would sometime beat him, mostly on drunken nights.
Another one of Harry's strange thing that happened to him was that he healed fast. At one friday, his uncle broke his arm. Harry was worried how he would be able to work at school on Monday. Surprisingly, his arm was healed by Sunday night. He knew this was unusual. He went to the local library and read some books about human bodies and it told him it normally took far longer than 3 days for broken bones to naturally heal.
Harry Potter had been living with the Dursleys most of his life and he was always miserable. Harry often set on his cupboard and imagined how his life would have turned out if his parents didn't die. Sure, the Dursleys told him they were no good drunks, but surely they must have loved him. He didn't know what they looked like, he didn't known anything else about his parents besides about what the Dursleys told them. Only thing Harry would sometime vaguely remember about his parents were green lights and a pain on his forehead.
Harry often would hope one day, an unknown relation would come and take him away, offering Harry to live with him or her. But that never happened. As far as he knew, Dursleys were his only family. He had no friends at school and no one liked him at home. So far, life has been hard for Harry James Potter.