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Chapter 2

Accidental Magic!

Nearly ten years had passed since that day. In the Dursley household not much had changed. The garden in the front was just as green as it had been all those years ago, proudly poking the eyes of neighbors as if telling them that everything the Dursley's owned was perfect.

The sun finally rose and illuminated the white wooden windows. The view opened to the rather plain living room that was unique to people of Vernon Dursley's mentality. The only thing inside that pointed plainly to the fact that so many years had passed were only the pictures on the mantelpiece. When they used to show a pink balloon of a child wearing different colors hugged and kissed by his mother and father, now showed various pictures of the same balloon, though grown a bit, riding his first bicycle, playing a game on his computer, eating ice cream with his father in the local playground. Overall the room itself showed only the existence of three people. Nothing could tell that another person lived there as well.

But Harriet Jamie Potter was still there, currently asleep in the cupboard under the stairs. Not for long though.

"Up! Get up! Now!"came the shrill voice of Petunia Dursley.

Harriet's eyes snapped open. His aunt was still raping the door with her knuckles.

"Up!" she screeched again, making Harriet's ears bleed. The sound of leaving footsteps told her that her aunt was back in the kitchen, most probably already by the stove, cooking breakfast.

Harriet grudgingly rubbed the sleep from her eyes. The dream she had was amazing! She didn't remember much of it, but one thing stood prominent in her memory.

A flying motorbike.

She smiled widely. It was so cool!

She had a funny feeling that wasn't the first time she saw it.

Maybe she had seen that dream again?

Before she could dig in her memories, the silhouette of her aunt reappeared by the door.

"Are you up yet!" she demanded.

Harriet closed her eyes and a mumbled a 'nearly'. She really wanted to sleep in, but with the rules her aunt and uncle had set, it was close to impossible.

The next thing her aunt said made her groan into her pillow.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want

everything to be perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Oh, right, Dudley's birthday. She had completely forgotten about it. She groaned again.

"What did you say?" her aunt snapped through the door.

"Nothing, nothing…"

With a sign, the girl got up.

First find the soc-..Aha!

Smirking as she found the pair under her bed, she quickly put them on, but not before pulling a spider from one of them though.

She liked spiders as she tended to think that they were even her companions in a way. She was also used to them as the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where she slept.

When she finally got dressed, she entered the kitchen. The table was invisible under all the presents. Harriet resisted raising an eyebrow. It was so…typical of the Dursley's to spoil their child. True, there were times when she herself wanted to get presents and eat lots of yummy things, but now, looking at Dudley, she thanked everyone above and beyond that she didn't look like a pig.

She stifled a giggle at that thought. True Dudley Dursley did look like one. He was very fat, being only eleven and already had a few chins wobbling under the main one. His piggy blue eyes and the blonde hair that lay slicked on his head only added to the 'appeal'.

To her aunt and uncle, he was like a baby angel. To Harriet, he was like a pig in a wig.

Her cousin inherited his physical structure from her uncle Vernon. The man was large, short, had no neck and a round face. His coloring was dark though, dark brown eyes and a dark brown mustache. Aunt Petunia was 180 degrees different from her husband. She was tall, thin, and bony with very little curves. Her long blonde hair was usually in a neat bun, as she liked everything to be perfect. Her eyes were large, a pale blue color. One would say that they were the only truly 'living' feature on her.

Harriet on the other hand, looked nothing like her family. She was incredibly short for her age, had a thin face, knobbly knees and bright green eyes. They were one of the features she loved about herself. They were almost sparkling most of the time. But that was hidden by the round glasses she wore. Said glasses were broken, held together with some tape thanks to the many times Dudley had punched her on the nose, disregarding the fact that she was a girl. Unruly black hair framed her face, the spikes flying everywhere with some of them covering her face. She was quite glad that the makeshift bangs hid the lightning shaped scar on her forehead. She liked it, but when people stared at it she felt like hiding somewhere underground. That happened a lot at school. And the kids liked to tease her about it. As if her baggy clothes and broken glasses weren't enough to be a subject of tease.

The scar was something that made her feel special. When she asked where she had got it from, aunt Petunia had gruffly stated 'in a car crash, where your parents died, and don't ask questions'.

Don't ask questions….that was one of the rules in the house.

Shaking her head from the memories, Harriet went to the stove to cook the bacon.

"Comb your hair!"

Harriet nearly dropped the bacon she was turning from surprise. She must have been too engrossed in thoughts to not notice her whale of an uncle enter the room. His way of a morning greeting didn't surprise her much. That was so…uncle Vernon like. He despised her hair. Harriet had more haircuts in a month then all the children in her class in a year. But no matter what, it didn't stay put. It just grew all over the place!

I'm glad they let me keep it, she thought, absentmindedly patting the back of her head with her free hand. Her haircut was just weird, but she liked it. It was short, mostly, but right at the back, she kept long hair. In a way, it resembled a tail, a horsetail, as Dudley loved to say, but who cared. She liked it. She had been growing it for a year now, and it already reached past her shoulders. It was a nice change from the boyish, nearly bald haircuts she was forced to have.

Finished with the cooking, Harriet placed them on the plates and tried to squeeze them in the small free space on the table. Casting a quizzical eye over the horde of presents, she deducted that Dudley probably got that racing bike he wanted. Why would the boy want it was beyond Harriet, as she knew for a fact he hated exercise.

Finally, aunt Petunia entered the kitchen with Dudley. The boy turned to the table and started counting.

From the look on his face, something was about to happen. Harriet sat as comfortably as she could in one of the corners of the table and got ready for the show.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy

and Daddy."

Harriet grimaced, remembering her encounters with the woman.

"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.

Oh oh….not good, Harry thought and quickly wolfed down her bacon, in case Dudley turned the table over. This was a sure sign of a Dudley tantrum.

Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another

two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right"

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have

thirty...thirty..."

Harriet wanted to facepalm, but refrained herself in favor of silently snorting into her now empty plate.

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."

Uncle Vernon chuckled.

"Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. 'Atta boy, Dudley!"

After that, the unwrapping of presents started. True to Harriet's prediction, there was a racing bike,a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. Aunt Petunia, who had gone to answer the phone returned just as her son was tearing a paper from a gold wristwatch, looking grave.

"Bad news, Vernon," she started. This caught Harriet's interest. Bad news on Dudley's birthday….

"Mrs. Figg's broken her leg, she can't take her," she sniffed, jerking her head at Harriet.

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, while Harriet's heart gave a slight leap of hope. Every year on Dudley's birthday the Dursleys left her at Mrs. Figg's place, two streets away, taking Dudley and one of his friends somewhere. Harriet didn't really like Mrs. Fig much. The old woman was obsessed with cats! And her house smelled strongly of cabbage. True, she felt slightly sorry for her, but still, it meant a whole year without having to see Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again. Plus now, the Dursleys might leave her alone in the house…

"Now what!" said aunt Petunia furiously, glaring at her niece as though it was her fault in the first place.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested. Harriet visibly blanched. Over her dead body!

"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the girl."

Harriet wholeheartedly agreed, nodding furiously. Luckily, no one noticed. She dismissed the fact that they talked about her like she wasn't even in the room. It was normal, and she got used to it after a while to a degree of not caring at all.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend — Yvonne?"

"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

Thank God, she is worse than aunt Petunia and aunt Marge combined and divided by a ..an uncle Vernon hybrid!

Had anyone from the magical world listened to her thoughts now, they would say she had gotten her father's brains.

"You could just leave me here," she put in hopefully. Maybe she'll get the chance to see that TV show she wanted to, and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer? She was itching to try out some of the games.

Aunt Petunia gave her a look as though she'd just been force fed a whole lemon.

Well, at least I tried, Harriet thought, her hopes sinking into a deep swamp.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.

Now that seemed like a good idea, but it had to be put to a side…for now.

"I won't blow up the house," said Harriet, but they weren't listening.

"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "…and leave her in the car.…"

"That car's new, she's not sitting in it alone.…"

Harriet just sat there, waiting for a verdict. They were bound to finish soon, after all, it was their Dudder's precious day.

Then a horrible sound filled the room.

Dudley was crying.

Harriet cringed. The noise was too much. It was so obvious he was faking. Dudley hadn't really cried for a long…very long time.

True enough, just as his mother placed her arms around him (or tried to, as he was already quite large), she shot a nasty look at her.

"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!"

"I…don't…want…her…t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "She always

sp-spoils everything!"

Harriet resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Right at that moment, the doorbell rang. The tears stopped momentarily.

More drama,thought the black haired girl, here comes sidekick no1.

It was Piers Polekiss with his mother.

The boy was scrawny with a slightly rat like face. He was part of the so called Dudley gang. There were five boys in total, all of them big and stupid. But since Dudley was the biggest and the stupidest of the lot, he was the leader.

An hour later, Harriet couldn't believe her luck. She was sitting in the back of the car, between Dudley and Piers, grinning. She was going to the zoo for the first time in her life. True it was because her aunt and uncle didn't know what to do with her, but still, she felt incredibly lucky.

She should have already known her luck had two sides.

Extremely good and extremely bad.

Before they had climbed in the car, uncle Vernon had taken Harriet to the side.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to the girl's, "I'm warning

you now, girl — any funny business, anything at all — and you'll be in that cupboard from now until

Christmas."

"I'm not going to do anything," said Harriet, "honestly…"

But no one really ever believed her.

It was just weird stuff tended to happen when she was around. And by weird stuff, she meant really weirdly unexplainable stuff.

Once, when she had returned from the barber's as though she'd never been there, aunt Petunia had taken the scissors and chopped her hair off so short that she was almost band, except for the bangs, which she left to cover the horrid scar. Dudley had quaffed at her to tears. That night, Harriet hadn't slept at all, dreading the next day at school. But miraculously, the hair had grown back to how it was right before her aunt had cut it. And Harriet couldn't explain how (though she really was happy for it). She was given a week in the cupboard for that.

Then there was another time when aunt Petunia had tried to force one of Dudley's hideous sweaters. It was brown with orange puff balls. But as much as she had tried to pull it over her head, the sweater got smaller and smaller, until it was enough to fit a doll, but certainly not Harriet. She wasn't punished for that, for aunt Petunia thought it simply shrank in the washer.

But there was one time which was even weirder then those two. It was when Dudley's gang was chasing her in the school. One minute she was running, and next moment she was suddenly up on a chimney. Her aunt and uncle had received a letter from the school, stating that Harriet had been climbing the school roofs. How in the world that had happened, she didn't know. The only (lame) explanation she had come up with at that moment was 'the wind caught me mid jump'. Yelling at uncle Vernon through the door of her cupboard didn't help much, she was still locked up there for quite a while. After all, how could she explain what she couldn't explain?

Staring up ahead at the various cars, she smiled. Nothing was going to happen today. She tried very hard to ignore the sickeningly sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

It was going to be a great day! After all, for the first time, she was going to the zoo, and not stuck in a smelly house full of annoying cats.

She should have trusted her intuition.

On the way, she idly listened to uncle Vernon ramble about various things. Her mind however focused on the topic when she heard the word motorcycles.

"…roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.

Harriet stupidly stated that she had seen one in her dream that day and it was flying.

Big mistake.

They not only crashed into the car in the front, but Harriet was also rewarded with a close-up of her uncle's potato face, now purple from anger.

"MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

"I know they don't", she muttered, trying to ignore the sniggers from her two (unwanted) companions, "it was just a dream".

She wished she kept her mouth shut. After all, this was another thing that the Dursley's hated. If something wasn't working the way it should, in other words, an abnormality and flying motorcycles, even in a dream were not considered normal for them.

Harriet shook her head in her mind. Her family clearly skipped a few lessons on imagination. They even thought that dreams and cartoons seemed to be set dangerous ideas.

Since it was a Saturday, the zoo was packed with families. At the entrance, the Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers chocolate ice creams and before they could rush everyone in, the nice lady in the van had asked Harriet which one she wanted, resulting in the Dursleys getting her a cheap lemon ice pop. It was actually very yummy. Harriet happily licked it, while staring at the gorilla and imagining how much it would look like Dudley if it were blonde.

The day soon got even better. Harriet kept her distance, silently observing the animals while her cousin and his friend fooled around. If they suddenly decided to get bored from the animals, the Harried would have a head start in the run that would surely come. After all, their favourite hobby was Harriet hunting. Not that she would let them catch her.

When Dudley and Piers got hungry, they ate lunch, where Dudley complained about his kickerbocker glory not having enough ice cream on top. Harriet, much to her delight was allowed to finish that one as Petunia bought another one with lots of ice cream on it for her 'darling Dudders'.

Harriet should have known it was a bit too good to last.

Things started to go downhill when they entered the reptile house.

It was dark and cool there. The whole atmosphere sent chills down her spine. Dudley and Piers had found the biggest snake in a matter of minutes and where busy raping the glass, trying to make the creature move. The snake was magnificent. From the sheer size of it Harriet could tell that it could wrap its body about twice around uncle Vernon's car and would have probably crushed it into a puny trash can in the process.

The snake however, was motionless, its nose pressed against the glass. To Harriet, it seemed asleep.

"Make it move!" Dudley whined, turning to his father.

Uncle Vernon smartly rapped the glass with his knuckles.

No reaction.

"Do it again!" This time it was a demand. Uncle Vernon complied, repeating the action. The snake however, snoozed on.

"This is boring", Harriet heard Dudley mutter as he walked away.

Harriet neared the tank. She snake was still motionless. No wonder, it was probably bored to death, and annoyed, if all the people who visited raped the glass with their knuckles.

When she was thinking of how alike she and she snake were, the snake opened its eyes and raised it's head to the same level as Harriet's. Then, it winked.

The girl in question stared, then cautiously looked around. No one seemed to have noticed.

Weird.

Wait…snakes didn't have eyelids…how could this one blink?

Ignoring the rational side, Harriet blinked as well.

The snake jerked its tail at the Dursleys then looked up, as if rolling its eyes. To Harriet it seemed as if the snake had almost plainly said 'I get that all the time'.

Not even bothering to think as to why she could suddenly understand snakes that blinked, Harriet casually murmured an 'I know, it must be really annoying', as if the snake could hear, let alone understand her.

But the snake nodded.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" continued the green eyes girl as if it was a normal conversation with a person.

The snake pointed to the sign next to the glass tank on the wall with its tail. Harried inched closer to read.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?"

The snake jabbed its tail at the sign again, urging Harriet to read on. It said that the specimen was bred in the zoo. That was kind of sad. Feeling slightly guilty for reasons she couldn't understand, she asked, "Oh, I see — so you've never been to Brazil?"

The snake shook its head, but before Harriet say something back (she was having a civil conversation for the first time in her life, without curses flying at her and without having to run away, even if it was…well with a reptile) a shout came from behind them, making both human and reptile jump.

"DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Next thing Harriet knew was the pain in her ribs and the cold stone floor. Dudley had just literally kicked her out of the way, just to see the snake.

Harriet seethed in anger.

It happened so suddenly, she didn't even have the chance to blink. First both Piers and Dudley were leaning, noses pressed at the glass, next thing, they howled back in sheer horror.

Why? Because that glass had vanished! The snake slithered on the ground and made its way to the exit, but not before terrifying the Dursleys along with almost every single human there.

As it passed Harriet, it said in a low, hissing voice.

"Brazil, here I come.… Thanksss, amigo."

Harriet still sat there, on the floor, gaping. What was that?

She came to her senses when her ears caught a "Harriet was talking to it, weren't you Harry?"

Said girl only gulped at the look on uncle Vernon's face at that moment.

A.N/ Right. I tried to write the chapter my own way, instead of copy pasting it. I hope I didn's screw it up. Tell me what you guys think. Also, i'd like to apologize for mistakes here and there. I do reread it after I write, but I always make typos xD, english is my third language, please be patient with me lol.

Im gona put more info on Harriets character, and you guys will see a little bit of malfoy in the next chap. Just to clarify a few things, some chapters will be from Draco's point of view, but thats gona come mostly when they are in school. So be patient, it's only gona be a few chapters that our Harriet will be with the Dursleys.

Also, when Piers called her Harry, not a typo. It's like a shortened name, she isn't exactly fond pf being called that by people she dislikes.

One more thing...I am planning to write chap by chap, only adding my own chapters when i feel the need to add some interaction between Draco and Harriet. Like if in the real book they say one line to each other, I might just make a chap where they accidentally meet somewhere int he corridor and talk it out, well, you get it. So expect this particular fic to be max 30 chapters or smth. Hope you guys are with me, I really want to finish all 7 books, cos the most interesting stuff I've come up with will happen starting from the 4th (hehehe...a cookie is someone guesses why) and the main changes will be in the 6th and 7th books.

Review please, suggestions are always welcome :)