The Second Generation Marauders

Book 1

The Sorcerers Stone

Chapter 3: Harry's Birthday

It was the night before Harry's birthday, and Harry was lying awake, thinking. The last few days, the Dursleys had been horrible. Dudley would squeal and run away when ever he saw Harry, though that wasn't that big of a change. Aunt Petunia hissed whenever he walked in the room. Uncle Vernon didn't even acknowledge he was there though. If Harry spoke to him, he would ignore him, and if he walked into the room, he wouldn't look up.

While Vernon obviously thought this would make Harry depressed, Harry actually was anything but. He personally was happy to have the big lump ignore him. That gave him so much pranking opportunities, as Uncle Vernon had always been the one to administer punishments.

Harry usually would have gone on a pranking rampage if there wouldn't be any consequences, but he hadn't. Dumbledore and Hagrid had left too much on his mind, and he spent most of his time mulling the whole scene over and over. He had read through the letter twenty times, and gone through the school supplies he was supposed to get.

He started to think the whole thing was a hoax. Maybe there isn't any Wizarding world, Harry thought dully, and it was just Vernon's idea of a joke. The again, this was far too complicated of a plan for someone with such a small sized brain, and his uncle probably wouldn't know a joke if he married one and had a kid with it.

He decided to deal with it in the morning, before he drifted off to sleep.

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Knock, knock, knock… Knock, knock, knock… Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock- BOOM!

Harry shot out of bed, before hurriedly grabbing his glasses and heading out into the hallway. He looked at the door, and saw that it was now lying on the ground, Hagrid standing above it. Harry saw Dudley walk down the stairs in a daze, before slipping and landing on the bottom of the steps in a heap.

"Where's the cannon?" He asked stupidly.

Harry didn't pay attention to him though. His attention was focused on the man standing in the doorway- Hagrid was back.

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Harry and Hagrid were currently exiting the Wizarding Bank, Gringotts, located in Diagon Alley, which was probably the best place he had ever been to.

There were shops with broomsticks, which apparently could fly. He had immediately asked Hagrid about it, and he had explained the sport of Quidditch to Harry.

Harry had also learned the measurements for the wizarding money, sickles, knuts and galleons.

During their time at Gringotts, Hagrid told Harry that his parents left him with three vaults. The one that they owned together, and the Potter family vault. Hagrid told Harry that he wouldn't have access into the Potter family vault until he was fifteen though.

Harry filled up a small bag with all the money he could fit, and all grabbed a few Galleons for pocket change. Hagrid apparently had Hogwart's business there, and had picked up a package from vault seven hundred and thirteen.

The pair were now heading towards Madam Malkin's Robes for All Occasions. When they reached the entrance though, Hagrid stopped.

"I jus' realized, I haven't gotten you a birthday present yet!" Hagrid exclaimed.

Harry turned to Hagrid, and said, "Don't worry about it mate, no need. I think I got enough money to buy myself a birthday present every year for the rest of my life."

Hagrid shook his head. "Doesn't matter', I wan' to get you a present. How's about this? I'll go buy you an owl, while you get your robe. I'll meet up with you afterwards."

Harry agreed, and entered Madam Malkin, where, who Harry assumed to be Madam Malkin, was up and about.

"Hogwarts, dear?" she said, when Harry started to speak. "Got the lot here – another young man being fitted up just now, in fact."

In the back of the shop, a boy with a pale, pointed face was standing on a footstool while a second witch pinned up his long black robes. Madam Malkin stood Harry on a stool next to him, slipped a long robe over his head, and bagan to pin it to the right length.

"Hey," Harry said to the boy. "You going to Hogwarts as well, I assume?"

"Yes, I am. My father's next door buying my books and mother's up the street looking at wands," said the boy. He had a bored, drawling voice. "Then I'm going to drag them off to look at racing booms. I don't see why first years can't have their own, I think I'll bully father into getting me one and I'll smuggle it in somehow."

Harry though he sounded a lot like Dudley, except for the fact that he was very thin, instead of fat.

"Jeez man, we're going to a school, not crossing the border to another country. Shouldn't be that hard to get a broom in," Harry said.

"I guess so," the boy replied. "Have you got your own broom?"

"No yet, but I plan on getting one soon," Harry said.

"Ah, good. I expect you'll want to play Quidditch, then?"

"Yes, I expect I will. Never played it before, but I definitely want to try it," Harry said.

"Hmm, well first years never get on the house team, sadly," the boy drawled. "My father says that it would be a crime if I wasn't on the team for my house though. No what house you want to be in?"

"Yeah," Harry said, with a nod. Hagrid had explained the house system earlier. "I'd have to say Gryffindor, where dwell the brave and the bold."

"Oh," the boy said, sneering. "I expect you'll be all about Mudbloods and Purebloods being equal."

"What the bloody hell are you going on about now?" Harry asked.

"Oh, don't tell me you're a Mudblood!" He said, scrunching his nose.

"What's a Mudblood?" Harry asked.

"Someone of impure blood, or muggle born, like you!" Draco exclaimed. "People like you need to learn your place."

"Well excuse me, but I'm not muggle born. My parents were both wizards, though I don't see why it would matter if my parents were muggles," Harry said, starting to get annoyed.

"How do you not know about this if you had wizards for parents?" the boy said.

"Easy; I'm an orphan. My parents died when I was a baby, and I've lived with muggles all my life!" Harry said, trying to control his anger at the young boy.

"Heh, whatever," the boy said. Madam Malkin handed him his robes, and he stalked off.

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"Yeah, the guy was an outright prat," Harry said to Hagrid. He was explaining his experience with the blond haired boy to Hagrid, now that they had finished shopping for everything besides Harry's wand. "He kept going on about this blood purity nonsense."

"Yeah, that'll be a future Slytherin kid, alright," Hagrid said. "You don't want ta' mix with people like tha' Harry. They're all prejudiced gits."

"Yeah, I noticed," Harry said.

The two stopped outside Olivander's Wands. Harry looked at the cage that held his new snow white owl. He had thanked Hagrid multiple times for it. While he did prank people a lot, he was polite on many occasions, and always appreciated presents, as he had never received any.

"Here we are, Ollivander's," Hagrid said. "The best wand shop in Britian, many say in the world."

Harry pushed the door open, revealing a slightly dimmed room. The walls were aligned with tons of boxes, with wands in them, Harry assumed.

A slightly old looking man walked up to Harry when he entered.

"Ah yes, Mr. Potter… I thought you might come along sometime soon..."

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Harry and Hagrid walked out of Olivander's, both with slightly different expressions. Harry's face showed confusion, while Hagrid's showed slight concern.

Harry had received a Holly and Phoenix Feather wand, but Ollivander explained to Harry that the Phoenix that the feather in Harry's wand came from had given off another feather to the wand that became Voldemort's.

"So…" Hagrid said, trying to break the awkward silence. "Why don't I get you home, now?"

The two took the underground back, and stopped for hamburgers on the way there. When Hagrid left to go to the bathroom, Harry took the pepper shaker though, and pored the entire thing into Hagrid's drink. Hey, he had gone the whole day without pranking anyone, so he didn't understand why Hagrid glared at Harry after choking on his water.

Eventually they reached Privet Drive, and Harry entered the house alone, right after receiving his train ticket.

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Upon arriving at Number Four, Privet Drive, Harry brought all his things up to his room, before heading back downstairs and into the sitting room. He stepped in front of the Dursleys before speaking.

"On September First, I need you to take me to King Cross station," Harry stated, looking directly into Vernon's eyes.

Vernon grunted, which he obviously thought counted as an answer.

"Listen Uncle Vernon, just because you don't know proper English doesn't mean the rest of us don't," Harry began. "While I know Dudley and Aunt Petunia don't either, I just brought an owl into the house, and she has about ten times the IQ of you three together. Oh wait, that would be insulting her, wouldn't it? Anyway, I will take that grunt as a yes, and I expect you to drive me there on September First. Do you understand?"

Uncle Vernon glared at him, before responding. "Who the ruddy hell do you think you are, ordering me around?"

"Easy, I'm Harry James Potter… And unless I'm wrong, I can do magic now, and if you cross me, you might wake up one morning as a frog," Harry said. Harry was lying through his teeth, of course. Hagrid had explained that Harry wasn't allowed to use magic outside of school until he was seventeen, and even then he wasn't allowed to use on muggles. Besides, even if he was allowed to, he didn't know any spells yet. Vernon didn't exactly know that though.

Vernon gulped slightly. "V-very well then... September First then."

Harry smirked, before walking away.

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Harry counted down the days until September First by, surprisingly, reading his textbooks. Harry didn't enjoy learning in general all that much, but he wanted to know as much about the wizarding world as possible before he went to school, so that he wouldn't look like an idiot. He found a name for his owl in a history textbook of all things, and so now she was called Hedwig. Harry didn't just waste his time on the books he had bought specifically for school. He had bought Curses and Countercurses Bewitch Your Friends and Befuddle Your Enemies with the Latest Revenges) by Professor Vindictus Viridian. He had learned some great pranking lessons from that book, and was psyched to put it to use. The boy he had met in Madam Malkin's came to mind.

Finally the day arrived though, and Harry was ready to head off to Hogwarts.

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A/N:

Thanks for all your reviews! I'll try to update the story as much as possible (Hopefully every four or five days). Next Chapter Harry goes to Hogwarts! Please R&R!