The Vanishing Glass,"

"Uh we are going to Harry make some magic"- Sirius say

"We could if you shut up you big mouth you mutt"- Remus reclaimed and James, Harry and Ron snickered.

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 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 — 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.

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!"

"Lovely way to wake up"- Tonks said

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.

"It is called de-ja-vú Harry"- Hermione say

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.

"Nothing, nothing…"

Dudley's birthday — how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept

"WHAT DOES THAT MEAN"- Lily, James and Sirius yelled looking at Harry

"That because they think I didn´t deserve a room so they give me where they put the thousand of cleaners that aunt Petunia had".

Everyone know that the better way to stay alive is not to anger certain women that for the oh so not loved Headmaster at this moment the three were present and the person hurt was a friend like a brother, a boy friend and a son of this three person so naturally the threat begins…

"You´ll not send my son with those poor excuses of persons or you will suffer painfully"- Lily inform the headmaster with a cold voice that shill all your body.

"We´re here professor so you change things and I must make you not to send the lovely boy, that no matter where he would grow up, he would take the fame so if you don´t want to suffer a very painfully dead, you´ll hear this"- Hermione say in her most calm voice making all the future boys present move a little from her.

The last and most dangerous girl at the moment who had unlucky her wand at reach get up and when she had her curse at the top of her tong Harry quickly got up and gave her a very deep and romantic kiss which made her let her wand left f her hand which Harry took and keep it in a more secure place. Ginny so in the kiss nether notice this nor the cat calls and all the noise that were making the people in the room all except Professor Snape or Draco Malfoy which have disgusted looks in their faces but deeply they were praying the goods there to gave them that…

Ron with an amused face clear his voice and made the couple remember the others so they return to their sits and Harry secretly give Neville Ginny´s wand who keep it secure in his pocket.

Remus took a deep breath and began 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. It looked as though Dudley had got the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike

"I bet everything that I have that my dear sister didn´t gave you anything in you birthdays"- Lily murmur angrily and Harry nod almost afraid of her reaction.-"I´m gonna kill her."

"Oh yeah, you´ll come to her and say I´m gonna make you pay for the things that you made to my baby boy really intelligent Evans"- Malfoy say to her.

"I just don´t want my boy to get hurt, It´s not fair that she take her anger in a boy that has nothing to do with the stupid letter."- with that said Severus flinch which only two people saw..

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. Dudley's favorite punch-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.

Monny and Padfoot left a snigger and Prongs trying to ignore them say with a sad tone."Sorry son is just something that comes with the amazing reflexes and the untamable hair. But I know that you can get around that." He say as he scrutinize Harry and saw that at least he was 6,6 and had a lot of muscles at least in his arms.

"It doesn´t matter Harry it makes you cuter for the females"-Luna say looking dreamy at the green eyes of his.

Without forther comment Remus retake the lecture.

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. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright-green eyes. He wore round glasses held together by a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing Harry liked about his appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

Almost at the same time Ron Neville James Sirius and to the amazement to the others Draco say that say scar mention in the book was defiantly cool.

He had had it as long as he could remember and the first question he could ever remember asking his aunt was how he had got it.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said, "and don't ask questions."

"Car crash!" roared (surprisingly) Alice. "That is an insult to their memory!"

Don't ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.

"Is that why you never ask for help when you have problems in homework"-Hermione ask him softly but everyone hear her.

"At some point yes… I think"- he answer but didn´t dare to look at her eyes and Ron and her knew that he was lying.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.

"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.

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."He says that like it's a bad thing," said Lily, pouting and running her hands at James hair whom had a dreamy look in his eyes.

"I know!" agreed Ginny. "I love his hair." She ran her hand through it and he sighed. He thought that Ginny had magic hands.

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 muck 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.

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.""Thirty-six presents!" said Draco, "Even I don´t get that many"

Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, its here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy.""All right then, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the , who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table 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 he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty ...""Thirty nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Great Merlin I think I need a drink."- Minerva said and magically a Scoth appear in front of her. "The boy is eleven and he doesn´t can´t count"- then she took a glup of the bottle.

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.

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 cine-camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games and a video recorder. 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. Every year on Dudley's birthday his parents took him and a friend to, adventure parks, hamburger bars or the cinema. 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 all the cats she'd ever owned.

"And pray tell me what is wrong with cats Mr. Potter"- Minerva asked the young who have a frown in his face.

"Nothing Professor, is just that I´m more a canine person"- he answer and his friends gave a laugh at his expense and Sirius gave a yell of triumph.

"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, My Paws and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

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

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 holiday in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"That person if you could call that is horrible"- Lily exlcaime.

You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (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.

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

"Ah damn"- Tonks exclaimed. "You are to moral Harry"- she said shaking her face.

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

"That car's new; he's not sitting in it alone ..."

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.

"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

Remus could only read this far before he, like everyone else, collapsed into tears of laughter at Dudley's special nick-name. When they were calmed down, they started reading again.

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.

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.

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. 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."

"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly ..."

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.

"And that is a bother really, sometimes it could them out of trouble" –Harry say angrily.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen. Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barber's looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his fringe, which she left 'to hide that horrible scar'.

Dudley 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 his taped glasses. Next morning, however, he had got 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.

"Hey you could be metamorphagus Harry". The metamorphagus present say to him.

"Yeah maybe"

"It really is curios"- the headmaster say but he received a lot of glares.

"Well maybe it could manifest if you haven´t been in the end of that kind treatment…"- the auror say thinking ´bout that.

Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange bobbles). 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.

On the other hand, he'd got into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. 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.

The Dursley's had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he 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. 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 seems like the kind of man who would like to do that," said Frank.

"Definitely. Never met anyone who could complain more," agreed Harry.

At this Hermione snorted and cough something like Ron but the mention one decide to ignore the comment.

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.

"Bet you a Galleon he tells them about is dream," said Sirius.

"You're on. There's no way Harry would be that stupid." said James.

"... 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."

"I was wrong," said James looking surprised as he handed over yet another Galleon to Padfoot. "You could be that stupid."

"Seriously Harry, even I could see that was stupid," said Neville.

"I was…yeah I have no excuse. That was really stupid."

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 moustache, "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

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 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 in a cartoon - they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

"They have problems, the motorbikes are great."-Sirius exclaimed.

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with people. 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 was lucky!" said Ron.

"It shouldn't have to be lucky!" said Lily furiously. "My baby is living in a cupboard, being beaten by a pig that's four times as fat as he is, and being practically starved, and being isolated from other kids. It's not fair!!!" Tears of anger leaked from her eyes.

Harry went and hugged his Mum. "It's alright Mum. I'm fine aren't I? I didn't mind. I fit in much better at Hogwarts. I leave them, remember? I go to Hogwarts. Don't cry. Young me will be fine." She gave a small laugh.

"I know I'm over reacting, but I hate hearing you had a bloody crap childhood! And I didn't get to be there and help you. It's sad."

It wasn't bad either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head and looking remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

Everyone couldn't help but laugh a little at eleven year old Harry's brain.

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 because his knickerbocker glory wasn't big enough, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.

Harry felt, afterwards, that he should have known it was all too good to last.

After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in here, 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 - 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, 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 people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard for 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.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were level with Harry's.

It winked.

"You´re a parselmouth"- Snape said surprised

"Oh yeah. it´s really useful."

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.

The snake jerked its head towards 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?"

"That was one of the best conversations I'd had in a long time," said Harry.

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 towards them as fast as he could.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. 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.

"It something I could have paid to see" –Ron murmur.

Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.

I, James 'Prongs' Potter, hereby induct Harry Potter into the Marauders." Everyone applauded.

"Thank you, thank you," said Harry, bowing.

The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out on to 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."

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"

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. 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?"

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.

"Have they hurt you? As physically contact?"- Alice ask him crying silently for the son of her best friend.

Harry thought of this for a moment and it wasn´t because it hadn´t happen, but how to explain…

"You see there was a time when the work of my uncle was going bad. He decide that drink was the best, when he was almost lost he would take me out of my cupboard and hit me saying that he was my fault with other thing like the useless and freak I was… it was for almost two years I was five years old the first time it happen."- when he finish there was a lot of silence, people had tears running down their faces , other had angry faces and one boy had a thoughtful expression.

"Potter your some sort of god or what? First you survive the killing curse, lost almost all the people that were dear to you just to go to abusive relatives and you good and all the stupid things that you are. I in your place didn´t react that way… I didn´t lost my parents but they fought my father would take his anger out on me and my nannies were more mother than me real one and in the first time that the dark lord came to me I gave up… I know that Voldemort ask you to be with him. How do you make it?"- Draco say looking only at the most stranger booy that he had meet.

"Well you see Draco, I meet the Dursleys but I also meet my teacher and lots of persons who even if they sometimes make wrong they were good people. There is always going to be good and evil no matter if your muggle or wizard and it just happen to meet both tips of persons… There were repercussions like I don´t trust adults or very few of them, but I know at some point that what is good and bad and what Voldemort offer me at some point, be a bully ´cause others were like that to me, for me it didn´t make sense… And why be in a place if you don´t understand it?"-he finish asking rhetorically, Harry pause and saw that everyone was looking at him with some kind of awe and pride that he blush ´fore ask Remus to continue reading and for the rest of the chapter no one talk…

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 in to the kitchen for some food.

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. 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.

This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all.

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 woman dressed in all green has waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple cloak had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day then walked away without another word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.

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.

Remus put a little papper to mark here he finish and look around. "It´s the end of the chapter. I think that it could do good if we eat something for lunch and then Sirius can read."- when he finish talking there was a blinding light and two persons appear.