Harry Potter And The Philosopher Stone.

Year 1.

The Letters.

Wednesday, July 26th, 2009.

Petunia helped get the frozen Dudley inside, he was wrapped in a blanket with his teeth chattering and his body soaked. She took him to the kitchen while Vernon was following Harry in, Harry went to follow his Aunt and cousin when Vernon stopped him, " Harry wait", he said, Harry turned to look at his Uncle with an innocent expression on his face which was completly genuine but not to his Uncle, " Don't play innocent, I want to know what you did and why you did it and most importantly, how?". Harry looked at his Uncle with confusion printed on his face. " Uncle Vernon, I don't know what happened but I didn't do it. One second the glass was there then it was gone it was like magic", he answered calmly and truthfully, " Don't lie to me, there's no such thing as magic!", Vernon exclaimed nervously, " Now if your going to continue to lie go to your room!", he pointed up the stairs but Harry didn't move, " But Uncle Vernon I`m not lying``, Vernon let out a deep breath, ``Go to your room, now" , he said slowly. Seeing he wasn`t going to convince his Uncle he wasn`t lying Harry made his way upstairs.

When Vernon walked into the kitchen Dudley had a nice hot cocoa in his hand, Petunia saw Vernon come in and told Dudley to go have a nice hot shower, Dudley listened. Vernon looked at his wife who was looking at him with a look that said that she couldn`t believe him. " Don`t look at me like that, you know he did it``, he said, ``He probaly didn`t mean to, Lily could do all sorts of things before she even knew what she was".
This was of course true, Lily could do all sorts of magic before she found out the truth. ``Vernon``, she hesiatated, she didn`t know how to say this but she took a deep breath and continued, ``I think it`s time to tell him the truth, you read what Mr. Dumbledore said, to tell him when he`s ready``, Vernon turned to her,
`No! He is not ready and I do not want him going anywhere near that world``, Petunia walked towards him,
``It`s his world Vernon and besides, they`ll come for him I`m sure, it`s almost time for him to go to Hogwarts``. Hogwarts was a school for wizards and witches, one of the three, it was also said to be the best. ``Petunia I will not let them take him, I don`t want him ending up like your sister!``, he yelled, ``He won`t, Tom`s gone remember!``, she replied loudly her temper also rising, ``We don`t know that, they don`t even know that, remember what that man wrote in that letter? He will come back one day!``, Petunia rolled her eyes, ``He could be wrong``, she answered her voice lowering again, ``Lily used to say Dumbledore was never wrong!``, Vernon was starting to get upset while thinking of his sister-in-law, his voice still loud but shaky. ``Lily could`ve been wrong too``, Petunia said, ``I sincerly doubt it!``, she suddenly felt a strong emotion at seeing her husband and how much he missed her sister, she also knew he missed her brother-in-law also, as did she. Suddenly she was angry, she hated Tom for taking away Lily and she hated Sirius and the Snape boy for making it possible and she knew she couldn`t let Harry go back to that world knowing that he could end up like Lily and James.

Harry sat on his bed, he heard his Aunt knock and then she came in and sat beside him. " Harry I want you to know that I don`t believe it`s your fault, it was an accident``, she said calmly, Harry ignored her, ``Harry listen to me, it`s not your fault``, she tried again. ``I know``, he replied. ``Alright, I`ll just leave you to your thoughts then``, she sighed, ``Good``.

Thursday, July 27th, 2009.

Harry woke up at around 9 o`clock, when he went downstairs his breakfast was already on the table for him.
``Good morning Sweet-heart``, Petunia greeted him, ``Morning``, Harry answered cooly, ``Come on Harry, please don`t be mad``, she pleaded. Harry looked at her with cool eyes then he heard the mail, ``I`ll go get it``, he said as he went to the hall, ``Harry!``, his Aunt called after him but he ignored her, he was still mad at Vernon for accusing him of having something to do with the glass disappearing plus the fact that he had a feeling that his family was hiding something from him.

When Harry got to the door he saw a bill, a letter from his Aunt Marge, and a letter for himself. This surprised him as he hardly ever got mail. He went back into the kitchen to hand Vernon the mail then he continued to open his letter, " Harry why do you have a letter?", Dudley asked, " I don't know someone mailed it to me", he answered, " Way to be obvious", Dudly said sarcasticly. " Dudley grab the letter", Petunia told Dudley, " No, why?", Harry answered for him, " Just give me the letter", she commanded, " But it's mine!", he said, " Harry now!". Harry handed his Aunt the letter, when she looked at it she handed it to his Uncle who looked at Harry with a fearful expression, Harry gulped. " Go to your rooms", Vernon told the boys, " But I want to read my letter", Petunia crossed her arms, " Now!". Harry and Dudley went upstairs, Harry went to his room and slammed the door behind him.

Friday, July 28th, 2009.

The next day when Harry woke up he was still mad so he went downstairs and found breakfast made for him again, this time it was his faveourite, Harry was usually the one who made breakfast, only when he was mad would anybody else, not because he had to make breakfast, he made breakfast for his family only because he wanted to but when he was mad his Aunt knew to make him it herself, usually it worked, today not so much.

When the mail came Harry went to get it but his Uncle was already there, three letters for Harry, which his Uncle tore up.

Later that day Harry saw his Uncle nail the mail slot shut with wood, " No more letters for him, I won't lose my nephew to those people, no sir. I won't let him end up like his parents", he heard his Uncle muttering under his breathe.

Saturday, July 29th, 2009.

It was Saturday and Harry was lying on the grass in the front yard, he had been sitting there for a while watching the owls that were currently on his Uncle's car. When he heard his Aunt and Uncle come out of the house he turned to watch them, Petunia was saying goodbye to Vernon because he was off to work, " Bye Uncle Vernon!", Harry said, " Have a good day at work". Harry had gotten over his anger at his family, he could never stay mad at them, one because he lived with them and two, they were his family, three because he wasn't the kind of person who could stay mad at someone. " Thanks Har-", Vernon saw the owls on his car then, " Shooo", he waved his breifcase at them but they didn't move, Harry was surprised his Uncle usually loved animals, and owls. Why not these ones? Harry then saw his Aunt tap Vernon and as Vernon looked down he saw a look of anger on his Uncle's face.

Later that night Harry saw his Uncle throwing letters to him in the burning fireplace, there were five of them. He knew why his Uncle had been upset this morning.

Sunday, July 30th, 2009.

9 o'clock, Harry was waking up, as he got up he decided to get dressed before he went downstairs. He had been in his pajamas since Dudley's birthday, so he grabbed a white t-shirt, light brown dress pants and a light brown camping vest. As he ran down the stairs he jumped a few because he was so happy, tomorrow was his 11th birthday. He grabbed cookies that were on the kitchen counter and went into the sitting room.
" Anybody want one?", he asked, Dudley rose his hand, " Over here", Vernon also said. Harry took in his Uncle's look and suddenly felt guilt, he was a mess, over-stressed. Could this really be because of the letters? Harry felt bad because he wanted those letters, he wanted to know the truth. Just then a sound came from the fireplace and a million letters came flying out, then they heard the mail slot free and a billion came in that way, trillions came in from the window somehow too. Harry jumped up on the coffee table and caught one,
then he ran into the hall. His Uncle wasn't far behind, he grabbed Harry from around the waist trying to get the letter. " That's it! We're going to the cottage! Where they won't be able to find us!". He screeched while being engulfed in all of Harry's letters.

Harry was lying on one of the beds in the cottage, he was drawing a birthday cake in the dirt.
" Make a wish Baby", he said to himself as he blew the dirt away. He was very happy but he did miss his parents and wanted them back more then he wanted anything else. He wished he could know more about them and himself and as he made his wish there was a bang on the door.