My note to the readers: I understand that the story is hard to follow right now. It will get better or I will call it a bust… of course I will still finish it. I am estimating multiple chapters, maybe 50 max. If you want a real good read, read some of Abraxan's amazing works. Here's Chapter 2. Review…and flame if you would like to be publicly humiliated. Sitting here thinking, just 20 more to rewrite.

Chapter 2- A twist of fate

The trip to the zoo was quiet, rather long, and exceedingly boring. The car radio had been turned extremely low, making the occupants of the car strain to hear what it was that was being said on Uncle Vernon's political talk shows. Not that that had mattered, seeing as Dudley felt the need to whine as loudly as he could.

"Why did he have to come, dad? This is the worst birthday ever." Dudley was throwing one of his infamous 'Dudley Tantrums' which were so far getting him nowhere. Harry rolled his eyes at his childish cousin, or at least he would have, if Uncle Vernon hadn't been constantly watching him to make sure he didn't do anything "unnatural".

"Now Dudley, you don't want him blowing up the house now do you?" Uncle Vernon rudely injected, glaring quickly at Harry.

"I won't blow up your house." Harry yelled.

"Don't use that tone with me, boy. Unless you'd rather me double your chores and leave you foodless for a week. Now Dudley, when we get there, we can get you more presents, how does that sound?"

"Gin, where are you taking me?" An 18 year old Harry Potter asked. He had really grown in the last year. He was now as tall as Ron, and he was no longer the scrawny kid that had first stepped foot on platform 9 ¾. He had gained muscles, probably due to him being on the run for the last year.

"Just shut up and follow me, Potter." Ginny Weasley had really grown up in the last year. She had all the right curves, and knew how to make Harry melt. Her flaming red hair had darkened to a rich auburn color, and her eyes had become hazel due to an accident a few months prior.

Harry was wearing a black muggle tux. Ginny was dressed in a red cocktail dress. They had, up until an hour ago, been at Ron and Hermione's muggle wedding (this was, of course Hermione's idea.).

"You know, Harry," Ginny said as they stepped into a small clearing behind The Burrow. "I am getting so tired of waiting," she continued in a low voice. She sauntered over to the tree in the middle of the clearing.

"We've been over this, Gin. I- we should wait until Voldemort is gone," Harry said, although, being slightly tipsy wasn't helping him much. Nor was her dress, for that matter.

"I'm afraid," She said as she turned around, "that you don't get a say anymore." With that, she proceeded to let the dress fall off her shoulders.

Harry was awakened with a jolt as the car hit a pothole in the road.

They arrived at the zoo at half past noon, meaning that it was packed. It was sweltering hot, too hot for even this time of year. It was mid July, but a recent heat wave made it feel like a giant's oven roast. In fact, Harry thought, it's about time for the giants' man hunt. Harry vividly remembered his first time being chased by a horde of hungry and rather large giants. He frowned slightly, that was the time that Ron nearly lost his leg. The giants had taken him, and instead of eating him, decided to play a game of catch with him. One dropped him and he landed in a heap with a sickening crunch and a loud scream.

Harry snapped back to reality. It wouldn't happen this time. It would be over before then. It wouldn'thappen. They went through the monkey section, with Dudley complaining about how bored he was, and made their way quickly to the reptile room.

It was dark like the last time, and, like last time, the cobra was sitting in a well lit plexiglass cage. Just like last time, the snake was lazing around, its body in a loose coil. This time, Harry would refrain from talking to the snake.

"Make it move," Dudley shouted, his face pressed firmly into the glass container. It made him look almost pig-like. The irony of that fact made Harry smile. "What are you smiling about?" Dudley asked snidely.

"Just thinking of the pig that just had its face pressed into the glass." Dudley stared dumbly for a moment before entirely devoting his mind to comprehending what Harry said. Harry decided that he should move on, not that he was worried about Dudley, it would take him a few days before he figured it out.

Harry heard Dudley rapping on the glass again. "Come off it Dudley, its not going to move."

"No one asked for your opinion."

"Yeah, well no one ever does," Harry mutter quietly to himself, but Dudley overheard.

"That's because your trash. Your dirt that wouldn't even be fit on the ground. You and your parents are the same. Trash, complete trash. Your father the tramp and your mother his two-cent whore. If-," Dudley had, at that moment, shut his mouth. It was too late though. Harry was staring Dudley directly in the eyes. Harry's eyes were a deep, hardened green.

"Shut up Dudley." Harry's voice was barely above a whisper, but it cut through the room like a knife in butter. Dudley's yelling had made the whole room look up and towards the pair. At Harry's words Dudley took another step forward, more determined looking than frightened.

"Make me Potter. Or are you going to go crying back to your parents. Oh yeah, that's right their dead. You-." At that same moment Harry started racing towards his hog of a cousin. He reached him and gave him a sharp right hook that sent him sprawling, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon, both coming from the bathroom, gave a cry of outrage as Harry began pummeling every inch of Dudley he could.

"Get him off of me." A few onlookers who had heard the whole conversation cheered as Harry punched Dudley square in the nose.

A strong pair of arms suddenly pulled Harry away from Dudley. They continued to drag him out of the reptile room and out to the entrance. "That's enough, son," a soothing voice Harry recognized said.

"I'm gonna kill him." Harry looked up at the familiar face.

Ending note to my readers: Cliffy… Don't kill me. Flames are still accepted because I need to start my wall of shame. I also need a beta reader for the story. You guys can all guess who though. Your all smart…except you. Valorousknight and his angry monkey (.) bob… looks more like a… you get the point. This took a bit longer. I also added an entire new segment… I might have to up the rating now, 'cause it is getting hot in here. :D