"Chapter Two The Vanishing Glass" McGonagall read.

Almost everyone was curious although the Dursleys that were there did not look amused but they did look angry.

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.

"Boring." The twins and Lee called out.

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

"Hey he does not look like a beach ball." The Dursley adults yelled out clearly angry just like Dudley was but no one could hear them as most of the Great Hall had burst out in laughter.

- 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.

"Why would that be?" A few students murmured while most of the adults and students felt a sense of dread at what that could mean.

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.

Snape winced knowing what that would be like.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

"So it is not only our mother that does that?" The twins asked which caused Mrs. Weasley to glare at them.

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 was not a dream." Lee mused.

"I know that now." Harry grumbled.

"Where is this memory in class Mr. Potter?" McGonagall questioned.

"Asleep." He answered causing some people to chuckle and McGonagall to look at him sternly.

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."

"They made you cook." Hermione growled fingering her wand and she was not the only one. The Dursleys were actually sweating from fear.

Harry groaned.

"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.

"He did not say anything." Hermione said.

"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.

Almost everyone frowned at the thought of him being used to spiders but Ron just shuttered as he muttered, "Why did it have to be spiders."

Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them,

"What does that have to do with anything?" Hermione asked slowly looking at Harry.

"Umm…" Harry responded, "Professor please keep reading."

and that was where he slept.

"There was a moment of silence before the yelling broke out. Spells were also flying in the direction of the Dursley except a few which was flying at Dumbledore. He had barely managed to raise a shield charm in time to block the spells, but the Dursleys were not so fortunate as they were lying on the floor writhing in pain with boils popping up all over them. Sirius had even managed to get over to Mr. Dursley and managed to bite Mr. Dursley's leg was a while before everyone calmed down enough to stop throwing spells about although all the girls and women minus Marge were in tears although the fact that she was mad for getting gagged and bound at some point in the one sided fight when she had started trying to attack someone was a good thing as it would have set everyone off again.

Hermione was hugging Harry tightly and through her sobbs asking, "Harry did you never tell anyone?"

"I did not think it was important as I am no longer in there anymore." He answered hesitantly.

"Albus you and I will be having a talk at the first break." McGonagall hissed.

"And I will be joining you as well. And of course as they had abused a magical child I will send for some aurors to come and take them to the ministry holding cells to stand trial after everything has been read as I figure the Goblet might take it as interference if I remove them before that." Madam Bones spoke to which McGonagall nodded.

It took a while before McGonagall started reading again as they had to wait for everyone to calm down enough to continue..

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 gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. 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.

"This had better not be going where I think it is." Hermione growled shocking many including her parents with how violent she was getting.

Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry,

Before anyone could react Hermione snt a barrage of stinging hexes and a barrage of birds at Dudley. One of the stinging hexes even managed to hit Dudley in the spot no guy ever wants to get hit causing him to scream in pain.

Harry quickly grabbed her hand and started trying to calm her down although everyone near her, except her parents, edged away from her in fear although her parents were confused as to where her aggressiveness had come from.

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,

Almost everyone growled at the mention of the cupboard.

but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's,

People were fingering their wands again.

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 with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.

Another stinging hex found its mark in a very sensitive place on Dudley courtesy of Hermione.

The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.

The people who had heard him complain about that scar looked at him strangely.

"That was before I knew what it meant." Harry snorted.

He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.

"In the car crash when your parents died,"

"Lily and James did not die in a car crash." Remus growled which scared some of the students.

she had said. "And don't ask questions."

"But how is he supposed to learn anything." The Ravenclaws, teachers, Madam Bones, Remus, Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Hermione's parents asked at the same time.

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

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

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

"Won't work James had the same hair and he could never tame it." Remus snorted.

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.

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 much 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

Most of the hall snorted.

- Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

Everyone minus the Dursleys burst out laughing and the Dursleys would have been mad if they were not in too much pain to pay attention.

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."

"I don't even get that many." Draco said astonished.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."

"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.

"Smart move although disgusting." Hermione muttered as all the girls wrinkled their noses.

Aunt 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"

The sane adults smacked their heads.

"That is no way to raise a child." Several of them were muttering.

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty... thirty..."

"Oh my there is no hope he can't even do basic math." A few people groaned.

"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.

"You should not encourage him." Madam Pince snapped.

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. 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 has a name." Hermione grumbled which caused her parents to share a knowing glance at how protective she was being.

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.

"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.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

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

"The feelings are mutual." Harry spoke quietly but everyone still heard.

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.

The twins walked over to him and started poking him before Fred spoke, "Hmm he doesn't feel like a slug."

"He doesn't look like a slug." George continued.

"So therefore he is not a slug." They both finished together to many chuckles.

"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).

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"So what she looks like all the time." Harry commented. And yet again the Dursleys were still in too much pain to notice what he had said.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.

"It's not like hes going to blow the house up." Hermione snapped which caused McGonagall to laugh. Everyone looked at her like she had grown a second head until she read the next line.

"I won't blow up the house,"

Now everyone was laughing.

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..."

Hermione growled but before she could fire a spell he had disarmed her with Expelliarmus and handed her wand to her mother much to everyones, except her, amusement.

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

"Sure, care more about a car then your own nephew." Hermione grumbled.

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.

Everyone made a face at that.

"Dinky Duddydums,

Everyone burst out laughing.

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!"

"No pretty sure that's you." Lee mused.

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.

Yet again people were growling.

Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

"Of course couldn't have his friend see him crying now could he." several students said snidely.

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.

Several people gave him pitying looks.

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."

There was an outburst again as spells flew and by the time it was the Dursley's would probably need a trip to the infirmary if things continued as they were currently.

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

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

"That's why you don't trust most adults." Hermione mused to which Harry nodded.

"Hagrid, Dumbledore, Mr and Mrs. Weasley, Remus, and Padfoot are the only adults I trust." Harry added. Those mentioned were happy to have been mentioned while almost everyone wondered who Padfoot was although the twins and Lee seemed to want to jump him to ask a million questions about him.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry

"Yes strange things indeed." Hermione and the twins said at the same time very seriously before bursting out into laughter, at the fact they said the same thing, with everyone else.

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 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." 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.

Several people winced sympathetically.

Next morning, however, he had gotten 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.

Hermione growled and wished she had her wand although everyone else had gotten a few good spells in.

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

Everyone looked a little green at the thought of that sweater.

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.

Hermione sighed in relief.

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

"What were you doing up there?" The twins laughed with Lee.

Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual

Everyone had dark looks.

when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney.

All the magical people who knew what it was turned to him and asked, "You apperated as a child?"

He shrugged, "Either that or flew I don't know all I know is I ended up away from my cousin and his gang and in trouble."

The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard)

The hall growled at the mention of the 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.

"You jinxed it." Fred grinned.

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 liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects.

"He sure likes talking about you Harry." Dean mused.

This morning, it was motorcycles.

"... 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."

Everyone facepalmed.

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 mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

"Some do." The twins sang.

Dudley and Piers sniggered.

"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

"No it wasn't." Lee said.

"I know that now." Harry responded with an eye roll.

But he wished he hadn't said anything. 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.

"Yes Harry you will get dangerous ideas from these cartoons, whatever they are." The twins said seriously.

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. 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.

Everyone laughed.

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.

"Smart." Hermione commented.

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.

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

Everyone groaned.

After lunch they went to the reptile house. 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. It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car and crushed it into a trash can

Several people had paled and were muttering,"Big snake."

Harry mused, "I've seen bigger since so it is actually not that big."

Everyone just looked at him in disbelief, except Hermione, Ron, Dumbledore, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, and McGonagall.

- 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,

"What did that snake do to you." The Slytherines protested.

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 stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. 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.

"Umm did he just compare himself to a snake?" Neville asked slowly.

"Yes he did." Hermione answered sadly.

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

It winked.

"Wait what, snakes don't have eyelids so they can't blink." Hermione, her parents and the Ravenclaws protested.

"Well it says it winked." McGonagall said.

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.

Hermione just shook her head.

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."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Your a parselmouth?" Several first and second year purebloods yelled in fear.

"Yes but that does not make him evil." Hermione responded, but the kids did not look so sure.

"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?"

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!"

Everyone groaned.

Dudley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

Everyone burst out laughing.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor.

Everyone growled and more spells were shot at Dudley.

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 happened?" Several people asked curiously.

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

There was a moment of silence before all the students burst out laughing while the adults were worried for the safety of everyone there.

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

"Err friendly snake." Hermione said blinking.

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

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

"To wherever vanished things go." Cedric mentioned.

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.

Everyone rolled their eyes.

But worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"

Everyone groaned.

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,"

"But thats starvation." Hermione said in disbelief. Suddenly spells were flying again. Hermione and Sirius ran at them and while Sirius bit Mr. Dersley Hermione launched herself at him and started pummeling him which caused everyone to stop firing spells and stare in shock. It tool a few different teachers to pull her off of Mr. Dursley had two black eyes and several bruises on the face starting to form.

before he collapsed into a chair, and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later,

Everyone growled.

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.

Everyone frowned at the thought of him having to sneak out to get 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.

All the Wizard raised and fourth years and up flinched knowing that was the killing curse.

"He remembers the killing curse." McGonagall said solemnly as she and most of the students stared at him in astonishment for surviving the killing curse.

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. 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.

Everyone, even Draco, was thinking that no one should have to wish to be taken from their home.

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 old woman dressed all in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. 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. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.

"They should have been more careful as even he was beginning to notice." Madam Bones grumbled.

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.

"I would like to disagree with his gang." Hermione, the twins, Lee, and the rest of the Quidditch team from last year that were left stated.

"Who wants to read next?" McGonagall asked.

"I will." Snape volunteered which shocked everyone, but Dumbledore and Mr. and Mrs. Granger, as it was well known to everyone in the wizarding world that Snape hated all Gryffindor's and Harry so it was surprising he wanted to read a book about Harry, but he reached over and grabbed the book out of McGonagall's hands.