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'The Vanishing Glass' read out Roxanne, "Sounds interesting."
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same
"It's been ten years how can anything barely change?" Audrey asked no one in particular
"They are boring people, there's not much else to say, Auntie." Lily answered
as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets
Everyone lost it at that, it took them a good ten minutes to stop laughing.
– but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
"Maybe Dad isn't there anymore." James said
"Do you think that's possible, I mean why start with them if Uncle Harry isn't there anymore?" Rosie asked him
"I was hoping, Rose, you didn't have to pop my bubble." James pouted
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
"That's a horrible way to wake up." Al said
"Yea, even Grandma Weasley doesn't well at us to wake up." Louis pointed out
"That's because she just has to start cooking to get us all out of bed." Lily and Roxanne giggled
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
Hermione and Ron looked at Harry. "You remember that far back?"
"Yes." Harry motioned for Roxanne to keep reading
His aunt was back outside the door.
"Are you up yet?" she demanded.
"Nearly," said Harry.
"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."
Harry groaned.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.
"He didn't say anything, you cow!" Al and James said
"Boys, I don't care if your Great Aunt is acting like one, you will not use that kind of language." Ginny reprimanded her two sons
"Nothing, nothing . . ."
Dudley's birthday – how could he have forgotten?
"I wouldn't want to remember either, Harry." Charlie and surprisingly Percy said
Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider (Ron and Rose shuddered, Rose inherited her father's fear of spiders) off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders,
"Uncle Harry! How on Earth can you be used to spiders!" Rose asked while Ron nodded his head in agreement with his daughter.
Harry just motioned for his niece to keep reading, readying himself for the explosion that would follow the rest of the sentence.
because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
There was a stony silence before. "I'm sorry sweetheart, but would you mind reading that again?" Ginny asked in a deadly whisper so Roxanne just nodded her head and did as she was asked.
because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
"You used to sleep where, Harry?" Ginny asked her husband
"In the cupboard under the stairs, Gin." Harry sighed it wouldn't help to try and lie
"I can't believe those bloody bastards!" everyone yelled
"Calm down, its been years, I really don't care anymore." Harry told them
"Dad, they made you sleep in the cupboard. Why would they do that?" his three children asked him
"Kids I honestly don't know. It's in the past though I forgave them long ago, so let's keep reading shall we, we may never get to Hogwarts if we don't." The rest of the adults looked at each other, how could Harry be such a forgiving person after everything they put him though.
The kids looked at each other all thinking the same thing, they had the coolest Uncle/dad any of them could ask for. After a few seconds Roxanne started reading again
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents.
"How many presents does one kid need?" All the mom's asked, they couldn't believe someone would spoil their kid that much.
It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.
"Why should he get a bike?" Fred asked
Roxanne decided to ignore him.
Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise – unless of course it involved punching somebody.
"I hope that doesn't mean Uncle Harry." Rose whispered to Lily, she nodded in agreement
Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.
Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.
"It's not because you lived in a cupboard Uncle Harry, Potter boys are naturally small and skinny gits." Louis and Fred said
"Yea dad, HEY!" James and Al said, while everyone else just laughed at them
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.
"They didn't even get you your own clothes!" Ron and George said, they came from a big family but they didn't always wear hand-me downs
Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. ("Sounds just like Al!") He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
"You liked it?" Ron and Hermione asked him
"I liked it before because no-body would stare at it everywhere I went." Harry sighed. His kids laughed, they knew how much it bothered their dad that people would stare at his forehead where ever they went.
He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."
"They lied about how Grandma and Grandpa died!" Lily was besides herself with rage, she just couldn't see why her Great Aunt Tuney would lie to her dad like that.
"Lily-flower, calm down, Dad said all was forgiven long ago. There's no reason to get mad now." Teddy said, he always knew how to calm down Lily, Al and James pulled her into a hug
Don't ask questions
"How can you not as questions?" Rosie asked in disbelief you can't learn without questions
– that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
"Never going to work." The three Potter boys sighed, Teddy laughed and changed his hair to match his godfathers
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 – all over the place.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
Everyone was laughing again. "Dad why can't you be this funny all the time?" James asked
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"Merlin that really is a lot of presents." Angelina, Audrey, and Fleur shook their heads
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
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?"
"That's not helping! You're only making him worse!" Audrey and Fleur yelled, Angelina just shook her head not believing how thick this woman was.
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty . . . thirty . . ."
"He can't even count! Even James can count that far." Rose said
"Yea, even I can count that . . . hey!" James said
"I can't believe you fell for that twice." Louis told him shaking his head
"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!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.
"These people are awful!" Dominique finally said, she was usually very kind and had nice things to say about everyone
At that moment the telephone rang and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.
"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked her head in Harry's direction.
Dudley's mouth fell open in horror, but Harry's heart gave a leap.
"Dad you shouldn't be happy that someone broke their leg." Lily chastised her dad before her mom and aunts could
"Sorry Lily-flower." Harry sighed, he knew his daughter had him wrapped around her finger but he didn't mind
Every year on Dudley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away. Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned."
"Oh that does sound bad, but you shouldn't have been happy." Lily said
"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this. Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
"The feeling is very mutual." Harry mumbled
The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there – or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend – Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully
"Sorry Uncle Harry but I really doubt that will work." Dominique sighed, she really didn't like the people her uncle grew up with
(he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer).
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.
"Dad would never blow up the house. That's something James would do." Lily and Al said
"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.
"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, ". . . and leave him in the car . . . ."
"He's not a dog! You bloody arse!" Dominique yelled
"Dom, watch your language!" Bill yelled at his daughter
"Sorry dad, but these people are insufferable!" Dom said to her dad, and she waved at Roxanne to keep reading
"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone . . . ." (Dom started to mumble curses and threats under her breath)
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying – it had been years since he'd really cried – but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
"Why that little brat!" Hissed all the girls
"Dinky Duddydums,
They all started cracking up again.
don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
"I . . . don't . . . want . . . him . . . t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "He always sp- spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.
"He is such a little brat!" Hissed Rose and Victorie
Just then, 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 behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
"Of course can't be seen crying in front of your ratty friend." Al rolled his eyes
Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life.
James, Al and Lily looked thoughtful, their dad had a horrible childhood, but he made sure that they always felt loved, even when he had to work late. Teddy also looked thoughtful, his godfather had treated him like a son since he could remember, he never felt un-loved but his 'dad' had felt like that for 10 years of his life.
All four of Harry's children got up and gave him a hug.
His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.
"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's, "I'm warning you now, boy – any funny business, anything at all – and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
"They wouldn't really lock you u in that cupboard for that long would they?" Hermione and Ginny asked
"No, he was just full of hot air."
"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly . . ."
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.
The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.
"That's technically not true." Rose said
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 taped glasses.
"That's horrible kids can be so cruel." Fleur said (I'm still working on typing out her accent)
"Don't I know it." Harry mumbled
Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off He had been given a week in his cupboard for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.
"Potter hair strikes back!" Yelled Teddy (who still had potter hair), James and Al
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls) ("Ewww!" cried Lucy and Molly) – The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
Everyone sighed in relief, they didn't know how much longer Dom would last before she exploded
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens.
"How did that happen?" Asked Fred
"Fred you'd find out if you let me read." Roxanne told him
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.
"Did you Apparate or fly?" asked James excitedly
"Son, I have no idea. This will just have to stay a mystery." Harry answered
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.
"No one is that skinny Harry." Percy said shaking his head
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.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.
"Molly, do you get the idea that Vermin likes talking about Uncle Harry?"
"No, Lucy dear, where did you get that idea?"
"Do you guys mind I want to finishes this chapter, I'm hungry." Hugo told them
". . . roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
"Oh man, that was the worst thing you could have said." George said, while everyone just shook their head
Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
"I'd beg to differ." Rose said
Dudley and Piers sniggered.
"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."
But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon
"What's wrong with cartoons?" Hugo and Rosie asked, they saw a lot of cartoons, when they visited their Grandma and Grandpa Granger
– they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.
It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. 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.
"That's one of my favorites." Rose, Lily and Hermione said
It wasn't bad,
"At least it was good." Mumbled ginny
either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.
"Why weren't you this funny when we were in school?" George asked through his laughs
"I was busy saving it." Harry laughed back
Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum ("Is he five?" Dom asked) because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.
"Yes just give Uncle Harry all your brats leftovers!" Dom and Victorie hissed
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
Everyone groaned at that.
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
"Could it really?" asked Fred Louis and James excitedly
– but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.
Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.
"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.
"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles,
"Leave the snake alone!" Charlie said
but the snake just snoozed on.
"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled 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 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.
They all looked at Harry shocked, he was comparing himself to a snake. Harry just smiled sheepishly and motioned for Roxanne to continue
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.
"It did what?" Hermione asked
"It says it winked Aunt Mione." Roxanne answered
Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.
"Only you would find it normal. Why would you encourage it?" Ron asked
"I can't remember but weird things where always happening I thought I would go with the flow for once." Harry answered
The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly:
"I get that all the time."
"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."
The snake nodded vigorously.
"Where do you come from, anyway." 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, I see – so you've never been to Brazil."
"Uncle Harry, you had a conversation with a snake who never saw Brazil?" Rose asked
"Yes I did, Rosie."
"But you're not a Parseltounge, are you?" James asked
"I don't know, I haven't tried speaking to a snake in years." Harry answered calmly. Roxanne shook her head at her uncle and continued reading
As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump."DUDLEY! MR. DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"
Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.
"Waddling? Dad/Uncle Harry the mental images!" Cried the kids
"Was he really that big Harry?" asked Teddy
"Yes."
"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs.
"Hey you oversized mutant penguin!" Lucy and Molly yelled
"Don't call him a penguin. It's a horrible insult to penguin's everywhere." Rose told them
"No, you're right Rose."
Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened – one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.
"What happened?" everyone asked cheerfully
Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.
"That is so awesome!" everyone yelled
The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come . . . . Thanksss, amigo."
"Hey it's a polite snake." Lily said
"Only you would point that out little sis." James and Al shook their heads fondly
The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"
"Into nonbeing." Rose answered
"Nicely put Rose, that's why you're in Ravenclaw." Harry said
The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber.
"Bloody babies." The boys muttered
As far as Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death. But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"
"Little rat why couldn't he just stay quite!" Lily and Teddy yelled
Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, "Go – cupboard – stay – no meals," before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.
"Sure, lock your nephew in the cupboard while you drink." Lucy, Molly and Dom hissed
Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn't know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food.
"You do take after your dad, Harry." George said
He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when his parents had died.
Everyone looked down sadly.
Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead.
"You remembered that, why didn't you say anything?" Hermione asked
"It never came up Mione." Harry mumbled, he didn't want to tell her he didn't think it would make a very good conversation.
This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all.
Teddy looked down, he couldn't remember his parents either, but his Grandma and Harry always showed him pictures and told him stories while he was growing up along with everyone else who knew his parents. He couldn't believe his godfather knew nothing of his parents though.
His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.
When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family. Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley. After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.
"Bet that made you think you were crazy." Bill said
"You have no idea." Harry said
At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.
"Really kids can be so cruel." The girls sighed
"I know, I'm Harry Potter, kids were always changing their minds on how to view me." Harry told them
"That was the end of the chapter, Uncle Harry do you leave that place I don't think Dom can handle more of their thick headedness." Roxanne told them
"Soon I promise. So who would like to read next?" Harry asked
"Can I read Uncle Harry?" Lucy asked
"Sure Lucy, here you go."
'The Letters From No One' read Lucy.
"How can letters be from no one?" Molly asked
"No idea, we could find out if you let Lucy read." Dom told her.
AN: thank you to those who review, so i've noticed i update pretty fast, but this weekend i'm going camping so i won't post again until maybe tuesday.
