Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stones- with Newt

Disclaimer: Not mine. Just a guy who is using a brilliant work of JK Rowling.

Chapter 3: The letter

The escape of Brazilian boa got Harry his longest ever punishment. Summer holiday had already started by the time he got out of his cupboard.

School was over, but Harry couldn't escape from Dudley's gang. Dudley's friends were all like Dudley: fat, stupid and cruel. Of course, Dudley naturally was their leader because he was the fattest, dumbest and cruelest out of them. Almost every day, Harry had to join their favorite sport Harry hunting, which was essentially Harry running until the gang caught him, and they would beat him up until they grew tired.

But Harry was happy because he was thinking about what was going to happen at the end of holiday. For the first time in his life, he would be away from the Dursleys. Dudley was accepted to Uncle Vernon's old school: Smeltings. Harry wondered how on earth Dudley got accepted to a Private school with his grades, but realized Uncle Vernon probably bribed people here and there.

Harry, however, was going to local school, Stonewall high. "You know what they do to people on first day at school? Stuff their head down the toilet and flush it. Want to practice?" Dudley asked evilly.

"No it's alright. There is no way on earth that there is a toilet big enough for your head. Besides didn't your mummy taught you to drink out of the cup, not the bowl?" Harry replied and ran off people Dudley can figure out what he just said.

One day, Dudley came home wearing his new school uniform and strutted around the house as if he was the king of the world. His uniform, which was maroon tailcoat, orange knickerbockers and flat straw hat. To Harry's dismay, the uniform came with a cane, that Dudley whacked around everything in his sight. While his relatives were praising about how ickle Dudleykins was all grown up and looking handsome, Harry had to pinch and slap himself to prevent himself from laughing.

Next day, Harry's aunt was stirring something grey and murky on the sink.

"What is that?" Harry asked.

His aunt narrowed her eyes, clearly angry at him for asking a question. "Your school uniform." she snapped.

"Huh. Pretty sure the required school uniform was not an old elephant skin. Where did you get that any way? Africa or India?" Harry asked sarcastically.

"Shut up! You will wear what is given and you will be grateful." Aunt Petunia snarled. "Oh sure, because you put so much effort making that thing." Harry thought, rolling his eyes.

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Next day Harry had to fetch the mail. Harry checked the mails. Bills, a letter for Uncle Vernon, Bills again and… a letter for Harry. Harry checked again to make sure he saw it correctly. Without mistake, there was a letter for him. But from who? He had no friends (Dudley made sure he didn't), no relatives and didn't loan books from library. But it said clear on the letter:

Mr. H Potter

The cupboard under the stairs

Little Whinging

Surrey

The letter was in an envelope, made of thick yellow parchment. There was no stamp, only a wax seal that had a lion, eagle, badger and a snake, surrounding a letter H. "Where's my letter boy!" His uncle shouted from the kitchen. "Are you having trouble finding your way back!" Harry ignored the insult because he was too intrigued by the letter. He handed his uncle the letters and when he was about to open the letter, his uncle snatched it out of him.

"What are you doing with the letter?" He snarled. "Hey give it back! That's mine!" Harry yelled.

"Who in their right mind would send letter to you?" Vernon snapped, and as he looked at the letter, he turned ghostly pale.

"P-P-Petunia! It came!" Vernon gasped. Aunt Petunia rushed out of the kitchen and looked at the letter. She too became pale and looked as if she was having a heart attack.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness." They stared at each other, while Dudley and Harry was trying to get the letter.

Dudley hit his father on the head with the cane. "I wanna see it." he yelled.

"I want to read it, it is mine so you have no right to read it!" Harry said angrily.

"Get out both of you." Uncle Vernon said weakly.

"I'm not moving until you give my my letter!" Harry said firmly.

"Give it here!" Dudley yelled.

"OUT!" Uncle Vernon just grabbed them by the scruffs of their neck and threw them out.

Dudley tried to look through the keyhole, while Harry pressed his ears to the door, trying to listen to their conversation.

"Vernon. How do you think they know about this?" Aunt Petunia asked with trembling voice. Then she gasped. "Are they, watching us?"

"I wouldn't be surprised if they did that Petunia. Who knows, what they are capable off."

"But what do we do with it? Send them a response saying he's not going?

"No!" Vernon yelled. "It's best if we don't interact with, their kind, as much as possible. Remember, when we took him, we decided to stamp out that dangerous thing out of him!"

Harry frowned. What did he mean by "stamp out that dangerous thing?". He once saw the news where people would beat up homosexual people, to "stamp the gay out of them". But he was sure he was not homosexual. So what did they mean?

That night, for the first time in his life, Uncle Vernon visited Harry's cupboard. "Where's my letter?" Harry demanded. "What was it about? Who sent it?"

"None of your business. It was just some prank. I burned it." Vernon snapped.

"It's not a prank. It said my cupboard." Harry said angrily.

"SHUT UP!" Vernon screamed. And he looked at Harry with most forced smile Harry ever saw."Listen, your aunt and I had some discussion and we decided that it's time you move to Dudley's second bedroom.".

"Oh wow. It took you 10 years to come up with that? " Harry said sarcastically.

"Be quiet! Take your stuff upstairs." Vernon growled.

The Dursley's had 4 rooms. One for Vernon and Petunia, one for guests, one for Dudley and one where Dudley kept his things that he couldn't fit it his room. Dudley's second bedroom was a mess. Everything was broken in at least one place and everything was chipped, bent and cracked. Harry decided to ignore Dudley's tantrum and go to sleep. But that was difficult because Dudley was screaming on top of his lung for Harry to get out.

-HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN HPPSWN-

Next morning was quiet. Dudley was in shock because for the first time in his life, his parents did not do as he told them to. All his tantrum had been useless: kicking, screaming, making hole in the wall, breaking the window. But no matter what he did, he couldn't get his room back.

When the mail came in, uncle Vernon ordered Dudley to get the mail. Dudley yelled, "There's two! Mr H Potter, smallest room in Privet drive." Vernon groaned and rushed to get the letter and tore it apart. Harry, without any success was trying to stop him by grabbing his uncle around the neck from behind. Uncle Vernon threw Harry off him and made sure the letter was completely destroyed.

The letters did not stop. The number only increased. First, 5 came, then a dozen, then 20 came. Uncle Vernon did everything to stop the letters. From blocking off all place letter can come in to calling and yelling at the post office employee, nothing seemed to work. Any attempt to stop the letter, only made more letters come. Finally, Uncle Vernon lost his temper.

"That is it!" He bellowed. "Everyone pack your stuff. We are fleeing. No buts!" It was rainy, and yet Uncle Vernon insisted they moved. Uncle Vernon drove furiously, muttering something like, they can't find us, they can't find us. Then Uncle Vernon stopped at a place where he ordered everyone to stay in the car. He returned about half an hour later with a long package, which he refused to tell what it was.

Finally, they arrived at a dock where there was a small rowboat. Not far away, Harry saw a small island with a shabby looking shack. After they went through the freezing wind, they arrived in the shack. The shack had 2 room, one of which, Harry's aunt and uncle took, and on room which Harry and Dudley took. Dudley kicked Harry out of the sofa, so Harry had to sleep on the floor. Harry grabbed the most ragged blanket and curled up under it.

"Such a fine way to spend eve of my 11th birthday." Harry thought bitterly. Not that his birthday ever have been special. Dursley's never said anything about his birthday so birthday was never a happy day. But his birthday has never been this bad. Storm continued all night. All Harry could think about was his mysterious letter. He looked at Dudley's watch. 11:59. 1 minute left. Harry quietly counted down. 10...9...8...7...6...5..4...3...2..1.. BOOM. A loud noise shook up the entire shack. Someone was coming knocking on the door to come in.