Harry- Six Years Later

**knock knock** "Get up!" **Knock! Knock! Knock! Knock** "Get up! Now!"

Hearing the sound of his aunt saying get up, and his cupboard door being unlocked, Harry started rubbing his eyes and sitting up to prepare for another yearly nightmare of his life, his cousins birthday.

Dudley starts to run up and down the stairs to find that one spot and starts to jump up and down, yelling. "Wake up cousin! We're going to the zoo!" Laughing excitedly, he then runs down the stairs to the main room, shoving Harry back into the cupboard.

Just as he emerged from the cupboard to get shoved back in, Harry gives a silent groan. 'Once… Just once I'd like to give that bugger one good smack." He then goes into the main room to hear his aunt doting over his divvy cousin. He gets turned to just to be told, "Cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything."

Just getting to the stove and flipping the meat, Harry then hears, "Harry! Bring my coffee boy!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon." Was the only thing he could say without getting into any trouble with his portly uncle.

A few moments later, Dudley starts making a stink about his birthday presents. "How many are there?!"

Vernon proudly answers, "36. Counted them myself."

"36?! But last year but last year I had 37!"

In an attempt to please her already spoiled child, Petunia steps in. "Now, now pumpkin, while we're out, we'll buy you two new presents, how about that love?"

It seemed to appease him for the meanwhile. A little while later, they start getting ready for the zoo. At the car, Vernon presses Harry against it, threatening him. "Any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week. Now get in." All the fun started happening at the reptile house.

Harry and Dudley sat in front of a Burmese snake that happened to be sleeping. Dudley, being the spoiled git he was, started complaining. "Make it move!"

Vernon started knocking on the glass. "Move!"

Dudley followed suit. "Move!" After 5 seconds, he deflated. "He's boring."

Harry shook his head and turned to the snake. "Sorry about that. He doesn't understand what it's like. Laying there day after day." The snake aroused from its slumber and looked at Harry, who was stunned. "Can you hear me?" The snake nodded.

Harry turned the subject on the snake, asking it questions. "You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your family?" The snake gestured his head over to the sign that said 'Bred in captivity.' Harry looked back in understanding. "I see. I never knew my parents either."

Out of nowhere, Dudley starts shouting. "Mummy! Daddy! Come look! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" He shoved Harry out of the way in his excitement.

Harry in his frustration of being shoved yet again, started glaring at Dudley. As if his anger flowed to the enclosure, the glass disappeared, allowing Dudley to fall in and the snake to come out. It looks at Harry saying, "Thankssss~," and slithers around causing everyone to panic. As Dudley gets up to climb out the glass reappeared.

As Vernon and Petunia pass the exhibit, Dudley starts screaming. "Mum! Mummy! Get me out of here!"

"My dear Dudley! How on Earth did you get in there!"

Harry sits on the ground, laughing, well at least until his uncle gives him a scrutinizing glare.

After getting Dudley out of the enclosure, and under a towel, they immediately rushed home where Vernon pushed Harry against the cupboard. "What happened?!"

"I swear I don't know!" A growl came from Vernon's throat as Harry continued. "One minute, the glass was there and then it wasn't. It was like magic."

Vernon proceeded to open the cupboard and shoved Harry in saying, "There's no such thing as magic!" before shutting the faceplate on the door.

A few days later, an owl delivered the mail with a letter for Harry. Harry being the one to retrieve the mail, looked through and walked in to the main room to overhear Vernon. "Oh! Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk."

As that was being said, Harry had handed off the mail and was about to open his letter when Dudley snatched it, yelling. "Look! Harry's got a letter!"

"Give it back! It's mine!"

Vernon gave a smug chuckle. "Who would be writing to you?" Upon taking a look at the wax enclosure on the back and seeing a seal from a school of magic, all of the Dursley's looked at Harry with a scrutinizing eye. The letters never let up, however. Vernon eventually blocked the letterbox.

One day, as he got ready to go to work, Vernon saw a parliament of owls all over his SUV. Saying, 'shoo!' Vernon and Petunia looked down to see a mess of those same letters sitting on their welcome mat.

Sunday came around and Vernon looked like he was about to go mad. "Finally, Sunday. Best day of the week. Why is that Dudley?"

Dudley gave a shrug before Harry answered. "Because there's no post on Sunday?"

"Right you are, Harry. No post on Sunday. Ah! No letters today! Not a single, blasted…" A single letter flying in from the fireplace interrupted his rant. However, that single letter became a hurricane. Harry managed to grab one and attempted to run to his cupboard before being grabbed by Vernon.

"Get off of me! They're my letters! Let go of me!" The block on the letterbox eventually gave way and letters were spewing in. Vernon was red in the face. "We're going away! Far away! Where they can't find us!"

Dudley looks on in concern. "Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?"

Before they knew it, the Dursley's and Harry were in a hut on a solitary island in the middle of a torrential storm. Harry laid on the floor made a dirt cake. "Make a wish Harry." Blowing out his dirt candles, Harry heaved a sigh.

Next thing Harry knew there was a big bang at the door. He did the smart thing and hid in a corner as another big bang hit and knocked the door down, revealing a giant burly man, and two kids around Harry's age.