Chapter 2
A/N: the next part of my 'reading the books with next gen' I was thinking of maybe adding more people in to it. I'm going to put a poll up of who you would like. OK. One more thing: if I owned HP why would I be reading fanfiction?
"The Vanishing Glass." Rose read.
"What is this about dad?" Albus asked.
"Al, it's obvious that it's accidental magic" Rose pointed out.
Teddy smiled knowingly, but was a bit nervous about how they would react when the home life popped up.
Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step,
All the females growled.
But Privet Drive had hardly changed at all.
"How boring" said Fred.
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,
Lily giggled at this, imagining the sun, creeping into the 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.
"Drama queens" coughed Scorpius.
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 —
Everyone looked confused
but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby,
Now everyone burst out laughing
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,
"Muggle things" Rose said
being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
"Maybe someone took him" Albus said hopefully.
Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment,
"Damn" James muttered
but not for long.
"How come?" Lily asked
His Aunt Petunia was awake,
"Oh" Lily said
and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.
Everyone winced at that.
"Up! Get up! Now!" Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
Fred had a funny image of Harry's aunt Petunia rapping on a door.
"Up!" she screeched.
"She sounds like an owl" Hugo said quietly.
Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker.
"Was he that close to the kitchen?" Fred asked.
He rolled on to his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one.
"What was it?" Scorpius asked cautiously.
There had been a flying motorbike in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
"Wow, you have a good memory" said Lily.
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."
Snorts filled the room.
Harry groaned.
"I can understand that" said James muttered to Fred.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.
"Nothing, nothing ..." Dudley's birthday - how could he have forgotten?
"Very easily, it seems" Albus said, trying to look wise.
Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider
Rose shivered
Off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders,
She shivered again
Because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them,
"What does that have to do with anything?" Lily asked curiously
And that was where he slept.
The chaos that came with that sentence was astonishing for Teddy, even though he had prepared for it.
James and Fred grabbed parchment and had started to write how they could prank the Dursley's, Albus, Rose and Scorpius looked murderous and Lily and Hugo looked like they were about to cry.
A cheap vase smashed into thousands of pieces as Rose and Lily started shouting in madness.
Hugo swore under his breath.
Albus decided to help James and Fred with pranking the Dursley's.
After thirty minutes, everyone calmed down.
When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents.
"How many presents did he get?" asked Albus.
"I think it'll tell you" Teddy replied.
It looked as though Dudley had got the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.
"Muggle stuff" Rose said when all the purebloods looked confused.
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.
"That better not mean Daddy" Lily growled.
Dudley's favourite punch-bag was Harry,
Everyone growled
But he couldn't often catch him.
"Well, there's that." Lily sighed.
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.
"Nah, it's just the potter genes" James smirked.
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.
"He was bigger than Crabbe and Goyle put together" Teddy exclaimed.
Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair
"That's what every male potter has" James said,
and bright-green eyes.
"Grandma Lily" Albus thought.
He wore round glasses held together by a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.
More growling.
The only thing Harry liked about his appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning.
"He liked it?" Hugo asked, surprised.
"Well, one; it was one of the only things that he had from his parents, two; it made him unique, and three; he didn't know what it represented." Teddy explained.
Everyone nodded at this.
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.
Please, tell him the truth Rose pleaded in her head
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said.
"WHAT!" Everyone yelled.
It took another ten minutes to calm everyone down.
"And don't ask questions."
Teddy wondered something. In class, Harry had apparently never asked questions. Was this why?
Don't ask questions — that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.
"But a quiet life is a boring life" complained Fred.
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Potter luck" muttered Albus
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
"Not gonna work" sang James.
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.
Scorpius frowned. At Hogwarts, he thought that Albus made it like that on purpose. Now he knew that wasn't right.
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon.
"I almost feel sorry for him. Almost" laughed Hugo.
He had a large pink face, not much neck, small, watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head.
"So basically a pig in a wig" Albus said.
Rose laughed.
Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel —
"Well she needs glasses" Teddy huffed.
Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
"Cool, I'm like dad" Albus said as everyone else laughed.
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.
"Did ickle Dudleykins not get enough presents?" Fred asked rhetorically.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"What a spoilt brat" Rose huffed.
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."
"Mummy and Daddy" Lily giggled
"You call Dad daddy" countered James
"Yes, but I'm five, Dudley is eleven"
"Point taken"
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.
"Good idea, dad" James said.
Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly,
"Thank you Aunt Tuney" Lily said.
"You used the nickname that Uncle Harry uses" Hugo accused
"Actually, it was my grandma who came up with it" Albus explained
"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"
"No that's not alright, mummy. I want you to get the presents, and I'll stay home." James said in a voice that sounded like Dudley.
"Oh, never mind" Lily muttered.
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work.
"Of course it does" Fred said.
Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty… thirty…"
"Merlin, he can't even count" James said.
"Can you two shut up?" Rose and Lily asked at the same time.
Both boys shook their heads.
"Let's continue with not as many interruptions" Albus said and James and Fred nodded.
"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.
"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 video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR.
"More muggle stuff" Rose sighed.
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.
"He's got a name" Rose said angrily.
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 out for the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. 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 photographs of all the cats she'd ever owned.
"If it was fun, Uncle Harry wouldn't be allowed back there" James said
"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, Mr. Paws, and Tufty again.
Lily smiled. Her dad was funny when he was younger.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
"Well I hate her too." Albus said.
"Was that the one he...?" Hugo trailed off
"Yes that was her" James smiled
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.
"That's not very nice" Lily said quietly.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend — Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
"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).
"Oh no, that would be too much fun for you" Scorpius said.
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"So her normal look then?" James asked.
"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. "I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "… and leave him in the car…"
"He is not a dog" Rose snapped.
"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone…"
"Because, your car is more important than your nephew" Rose said.
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,
Everyone burst out laughing.
"Again I almost feel sorry for him" James said.
don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
"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.
Growls could be heard from Lily and Rose.
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.
"Then, he's not a true friend" Albus said.
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.
"That's sad" Rose said.
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,
"Spit on it" cheered James and Fred
"I'm warning you now, boy — any funny business, anything at all — and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."
Even more growls from Rose, Hugo and Lily.
"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly…
But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one ever did.
"But at Hogwarts they will." James said.
The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.
"He technically did" Rose said.
"But the Dursley's probably thought he did them on purpose" Albus said.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his bangs, which she left "to hide that horrible scar."
"She didn't want witches and wizards to recognise him" Hugo said.
Dudley had 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 taped glasses.
Everyone thought how sad that was.
Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off.
"That's the awesomeness of our hair" James told Albus.
Lily groaned.
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.
"Petunia should know that it's accidental magic. Her sister was a witch, after all" Teddy said.
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls).
"Ew" the girls said in unison.
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.
James, Albus, Fred and Lily burst out laughing, while the others chuckled.
Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
"That's good" Rose sighed.
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens.
"How did he get up there and why?" Rose asked.
Teddy just said, "I'm sure it'll be explained"
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.
"That's quite impressive accidental magic" Teddy said, gobsmacked.
The kids thought that it was amazing.
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.
"He either apparated or flew" Rose said.
The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings.
"That's not really fair" Lily said softly. She then climbed into her god-brother's lap.
Teddy smiled down at her.
But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard)
"I. HATE. THEM!" Rose yelled.
Was jump behind the big trashcans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.
Scorpius looked down. His friend's dad thought he was so light, at that time, that a wind could have caught him mid-jump. He wasn't so envious of Albus anymore. All his best friend's dad wanted was a family. Of course, he had it now, but he didn't before.
But today, nothing was going to go wrong.
"You jinxed it" complained James. He was about to add more, but a look from his sister silenced him.
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.
Lily hugged her god-brother. She couldn't believe her dad had had such a bad life, when she and her brother's had a wonderful one.
While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things:
"Wonderful" Scorpius drawled sarcastically
people at work, Harry,
"Complaining his nephew in front of him...pathetic" Lily muttered
the council, Harry,
"You've made that clear" Rose said
the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favourite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.
"Hey, didn't daddy didn't have a dream/memory about Sirius' motorbike that flew." Lily said.
"… 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."
"Yes, it was. That sounded like fun." Lily said, oblivious to the people around her face palming.
Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front.
"Dramatic, much" Fred mused
He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a moustache:
"I wish he had a camera then so we could see what he looked like." Teddy said to the potter kids, who were trying to imagine what that looked like.
"MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
"That one did, I wonder what happened to it?" James commented.
Dudley and Piers sniggered. "I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."
"No it's not daddy. It's a memory." Lily exclaimed.
But he wished he hadn't said anything.
"That would have been a good idea" James said
If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even 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 a cartoon —they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.
"What's he going to do with those ideas?" Rose asked.
It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. 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.
"Well better than nothing" Lily said as Albus said
"I like those"
It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.
James, Fred and George laughed their heads off at that.
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.
"Good idea" Teddy said
They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.
"What a brat!" Rose
"At least he got something" Lily said
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
"What happened?" Lily asked worriedly
"You'll see"
After lunch they went to the reptile house.
Everyone looked interested.
It was cool and dark in there, 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.
"Of course he did" Albus sighed.
It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can
"he should do that" Fred said
— 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.
"That's why you shouldn't spoil a child. They'll just get dependent on you" Teddy said.
Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.
"Do it again," Dudley ordered.
"Point proven" Teddy said.
Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.
"Good snake" Albus muttered. His dad had told him about being a parselmouth due to Voldemort, but he wasn't sure if he told James and Lily.
"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.
"You're boring" Scorpius said.
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
"I would've" Albus muttered to Scorpius.
He nodded
— no company except stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long.
"I feel sorry for him" Lily said quietly.
It was worse than having a cupboard as 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.
"Uncle Harry is comparing himself to a snake" Hugo said slowly
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.
Lily, James and Albus all became rather excited.
It winked.
"Whoa, Uncle Harry is a parselmouth" Fred said amazed "are you guys parselmouths too?"
"Dad said I am apparently" Albus said quietly.
To his amazement, everyone grinned at that.
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.
Now that Albus thought about it, he had done the same, but wondered if he should tell anyone.
He hadn't.
The snake jerked its head toward 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."
"Yes it must be" Lily said quietly.
She too had experiences with snakes, and she found them, interesting, to say the least.
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.
"That's really cool" Fred said.
"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.
Lily giggled.
Her dad, Harry Potter, was having a conversation with a snake.
About Brazil, of all places.
"Oh, I see — so you've never been to Brazil?"
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!"
"Stupid rat-faced boy" Teddy muttered.
He was the only one who knew about Pettigrew.
Dudley came waddling
"What is he, a penguin?" James asked siriusly. (A/N: Sorry, I couldn't resist!)
toward them as fast as he could.
"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs.
Everyone was glaring at the book so hard, Rose was amazed that it had not been set on fire.
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.
"What did he do?" Lily asked worriedly.
Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.
"Well, now we know what the title meant" James sighed.
The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.
Scorpius sniggered.
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come… Thanksss, amigo."
"What a polite snake." Fred snickered
"I wonder if he made it." Rose said softly.
The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"Well, I would be too." Scorpius said to Albus.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"
"Poor man" Lily said.
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,
"I wish" Hugo muttered so no one could hear him.
while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death.
"He should have done that" Scorpius said.
But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"
"That bi-" Teddy said before James pounced on him.
"No swearing Teddy" James said playfully.
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,"
"How dare they? That's child abuse." Rose yelled
Everyone else was just as mad.
before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.
No one said anything, as they wanted the book to burn.
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 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.
Lot's of growling.
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
"I remember seeing that on a chocolate frog card" James muttered
and a burning pain on his forehead.
"That's his scar" Lily realized
This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green light came from. He couldn't remember his parents at all.
"That's sad, they sounded like good people" Rose said sadly.
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;
"I just thought; what about his god-father" Teddy said
the Dursleys were his only family.
"Not much of a family" Lily muttered.
Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too.
"Wow, I suppose that's why they're always staring at us. I never realized he was this famous" Albus said.
A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley.
"Diggle" muttered everyone who had met the man.
After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus.
"How reckless were they?" Rose asked, surprised.
"Well, I suppose they didn't believe that Voldemort would come back." Teddy explained.
A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a word.
Lily giggled.
That was a bit funny, even though it was really reckless.
The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.
"That wasn't very nice of them" Rose huffed.
At school, Harry had no one.
The mood grew somber.
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.
"That's cowardly" Scorpius said.
"I would like to disagree with Dudley's gang." Fred said solemnly
"Who'd like to..." Rose began, but never got to finish, because there was a flash of white light and out came three ruffled-looking boys.
"Where are we?" One of them asked.
A/N: Okay, so I'm going to put a poll up on who you would like the three boys to be. I've already got a couple of ideas, but I want you to decide. Okay, and 'Letters to you' chapter six will be up soon, sorry that you'll have to wait a little longer.
See you soon!
Star ~
