Disclaimer:What do you mean I don't own it? Of course I do...FINE! *Mumbles* I own nothing all goes to JK Rowling. A/N: I change most of the wording. Also I'm American, so...That may explain some of the wording.
"Get Up!" Aunt Petunia screeched shrilly as she rapps on the cupboard door where Harriet Potter slept . "I said Up!" She screeches again. "I'm up. I'm up," Harriet moans into her pillow thinking back to the dream of a flying Motorcycle she felt familiar with somehow.
"Well hurry up! I want you to look after breakfast, and don't you dare burn it. I want everything perfect for Dudley's birthday," She says delighted at the mention of her son. Harriet groans. How could she forget? "What did you say," Aunt Petunia snaps through the door. "I didn't say anything," Harriet says truthfully(It was a sound not words) opening her sleepy eyes.
Harriet slowly got out of bed as her aunt walked away from her door. She blindly felt for her circle broken-in-the-middle glasses before searching under her cot for socks. With a tired sigh she pulls off a spider from her socks before putting them on. She fumbles with a huge change of clothes putting on a several size too big long sleeve gray shirt, and just as big jeans. she held the jeans to her waist with an old falling apart belt. Grabbing a slightly broken brush, Harriet begins to Brush her unruly black hair making almost no difference.
Harriet didn't know where she got her hair from. She didn't know where she got any of her looks from to be honest. She didn't know where she got her black hair, green eyes, nor her skinny frame(though she knew that could just be from her living arrangements).
She used to try to guess, but she gave up long ago knowing there is a good chance she would never find out. Not asking questions was one of the first rules with living with the Dursleys. The only thing they ever did answer was that she got her lightning scar in the car crash her parents died in. She always suspected a traffic light was involved because she only remembers a green light.
With a heavy sigh Harriet walks into the kitchen not being able to stop herself from looking at the overflowing table full of presents. Looking away quickly Harriet walks over to the bacon not wanting to burn it.
"Brush your hair, girl," Her Uncle Vernon barks as greeting walking into the kitchen as Harriet turns the bacon. Harriet ignores her Uncle as the comment was a weekly ordeal. Harriet must of had more hair cuts then anyone person in her class. Time after time her aunt took her to get her hair thinned and cut to almost look like a boys. She even once took her own try to Harriet's hair only for it to look exactly the same the next morning.
By the time Dudley Dursley walked into the kitchen Harriet was working on frying the eggs. Placing the eggs on plates she struggled to find a place to set the plates on the overflowing table. Meanwhile Dudley was counting his presents(albeit slowly) when his face fell.
"Thirty-six," Dudley says facing his parents angrily,"That's two less the last year!" Aunt Petunia tells him about Aunt Marge's present causing Harriet to scrunch her nose in disgust at the womens name.
"That's only thirty-seven," Dudley growls(Harriet had to admit she didn't think he could count that high)going red in the face. Seeing a huge Dudley tantrum coming on Harriet starts wolfing down her small breakfast just incase he flipped the table like he has done in the past.
His parents must have sensed the danger too as Aunt Petunia tried to calm him down by promising him two more presents while they were out. "So i'll have Thirty...Thirty..." Dudley thought trying to work it out. It looked like hard work. "Thirty-nine Dudleykins," His mother answers lovingly in a sickly sweet voice.
"Oh, I guess that's okay then," Dudley agress calming down as he sat at the table grabbing the nearest gift. Uncle Vernon chuckled at his son's behavior. Uncle Vernon praises Dudley for his almost two year old tantrum. The phone rang at that moment saving Harriet from having to deal with the sicking display.
"Bad news Vernon," Aunt Petunia says coming back into the kitchen glaring at Harriet,"Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take the girl."
Dudley's mouth opens in horror while Harriet's heart gives a leap. Every year on her cousins birthday Harriet was left at 's while the Dursleys and whatever friend Dudley wanted went somewhere amazing for the day. Harriet hated it. was an old lady whose house smelled like cabbage, and always forced Harriet to look at photos of her cat.
"Now what?" Aunt Petunia ask still glaring at Harriet as if Harriet planned for this to happen. Harriet tried to feel bad for (and she did a little), but just the thought of not having to see more cat pictures that year filled her with joy.
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggests making Harriet scrunch her nose once again at the name of that dreadful woman her happiness weakening as she begs the universe not to let the women watch her.
"Don't be silly, Marge hates the girl," Aunt Petunia stated(the feeling was mutual). Harriet kept her eyes on her plate used to being referred as if she was something nasty, like a bug. Vernon suggest one of Aunt Petunia's friends(which in Harriet's opinion wasn't that bad. She didn't know how the women was Aunt Petunia friend), but the woman was on vacation.
"You could leave me here," Harriet suggest not able to squash the hope down. She could do so much(maybe even play some of Dudley's video games). Aunt Petunia's face sours. "And come back with the house destroyed?" She demands. "I won't destroy the house," Harriet snaps(if anything she would make it better) slumping in her chair knowing she wouldn't win. Not that it mattered hey weren't listing.
"We...Could take her to the zoo," Aunt Petunia suggest then quickly adds before Harriet could gain hope,"And leave her in the car." Uncle Vernon quickly dismisses the Idea stating the car was new(Yes, that was the bad part of the idea.).
Dudley begins to fake cry-he hasn't really cried in years-knowing his mummy would give him almost anything he wanted. Aunt Petunia flings her arms around him promising not to let her ruin his special day. He flashes Harriet a nasty grin as him parents couldn't see his face.
Seconds later the doorbell rang, and Harriet's "sweet" cousin stopped his fake crying immediately. His friend, Piers Polkiss, has arrived(with friends like that who needs enemies?). Piers was a rat faced boy who held Harriet's hands behind her back when Dudley's gang catches her as Dudley punches her in the face. It was a good thing she was fast for they didn't care she was a girl.
A half-hour later Harriet could not believe her luck as she sat squished next to Piers and Dudley on her way to the zoo for the first time in her life. Not even Uncle Vernon could stop her excitement. Even if his threat of being locked in her cupboard until christmas made her weary.
She tried to assure that she wouldn't do anything, but of course he didn't believe her. The thing was strange things always seemed to happen to Harriet that she could not for the life of her explain.
Like the time Aunt Petunia cut her hair(She got a week for that). When she was younger Aunt Petunia tried to force int to a revolting pink dress that use to be Aunt Petunia's when she was a kid. It somehow shrunk, but luckily she wasn't blamed for that.
The latest occurrence happened to get her in the most trouble(Two whole weeks in her cupboard.). She had been running from Dudley's gang while Harriet hunting when she found herself on the school roof. Despite it being impossible she swore she somehow floated up.
No matter, today Harriet was determined to be good, and make sure nothing went wrong. Her luck kept for most of the day(She even managed a lemon pop, and the extra's of Dudley's food he didn't want). The only hiccup so far was that she stupidly said something about a flying Motorcycle, and her Uncle yelled about bikes that couldn't fly. The only rule that may be more important then no asking questions was to never mention things acting the way they shouldn't(That especially included anything about magic).
Harriet should've know her luck wouldn't last. Bad luck had marched in at the reptile house. Unsurprisingly Dudley and Piers wanted to see the biggest snake they had(A huge cobra). Quickly getting bored with the snake just laying there Dudley demanded Uncle Vernon to make it move. The snake did nothing even as Uncle Veron rapped on the glass. Unimpressed Piers and Dudley quickly stomped off with a huff.
Harriet stood in front of the glass. She glanced around making sure no one watched. "I'm sorry you had to suffer that. I get that daily, but at least I can see the rest of the house. It must be boring laying there all day while people like my cousin rap on the glass," Harriet says with pity.
The snake lifted it's head and winked(well he film in the snake's eye clicked together like a wink). Harriet looks around realizing it winked at her. She the the logical thing, and winked back. It gestured it's head to Harriet's uncle as if to say "I get that a lot". "Annoying, right?" She asked in which the snake noded.
Harriet reads the plake for the snake. "Is Brazil nice?" She wonders outloud, but the snake gestures to where it said it was breed in captivity. "Oh, you never been to Brazil," She mutters.
"THE SNAKE, DUDLEY, LOOK! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!" Piers yells racing over to the glass knocking Harriet out of the way. As soon as Harriet felt anger something strange happened. Before anyone could move, Dudley and Piers(who were basically kissing the glass) jumped, away for the glass disappeared. The snake quickly slithered out from resting. "Thankss amiga, Next stop Brazil,"The snake hisses Harriet, and she nods her head to him.
As Harriet was cursing her luck as she laid in her cupboard. Of course Piers didn't fail to mention that Harriet was talking to the snake before he got there. Barely seconds after Piers left Uncle Vernon had yelled at her to go to her cupboard with no meals for who knew how long.
With a long sigh Harriet wished for a clock, so she knew how long until she could sneak some food. Living with the Dursleys gave Harriet some tricks. She had plenty of time learning as no one would befriend her because of Dudley gang, and no one was brave enough to make them mad. Harriet couldn't blame them. Anyhow she was use to being alone.