Disclaimer: I'm no way affiliated with JK Rowling or Disney or anything. No profit is being made from this and is purely for entertainment. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: NaHTaZu (I think this means Welcome)
The lobby doors swung open and the English guests were in awe of the wonderful African artwork and architecture surrounding them. Even Harry was overwhelmed with the hotel. It seemed like they had stepped off the plane on a shuttle that dropped them off in Africa. The hotel's exterior looked like a:
"…sleepy, little thatched-roof game lodge in the wilds of Southern Africa," Harry said aloud as he was reading from the Disney World travel guide. "It says that there are over a hundred different animals that roam free outside the guest rooms."
"You mean we're staying at a zoo?" Dudley said in disgust. He shot his nose in the air and tried to sniff for animal droppings. The air was clean. Dudley went over to a window and saw what Harry had meant by animals. There were birds and zebras and giraffes roaming over a lush Savannah plain. It was early morning and all the animals were out to be fed breakfast. "Whoa…"
Uncle Vernon came with a 4th floor room key, or the cool credit card-James Bond card thing that lets you in your room with a swipe. The room was very nice. Uncle Vernon had booked a deluxe room with a parlor, bathroom and two bedrooms-one room for himself and Petunia and another room with bunk beds for the boys. The whole "family" went out to the balcony and watched all the animals roaming freely under the morning sun. Harry could see that they seemed to be the only ones out on their balconies. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw a spark of light shoot out from another balcony on the second floor. It hit a baby gazelle that was stuck in a monstrous bush. The gazelle launched out of the bush and slammed into a group of zebras. Then the whole herd began to run in terror from the little gazelle and a mob of black and white had shifted far out of sight.
Magic?!? Here? Harry thought. He leaned over the railing to try and catch a glimpse who it was, but it was too late. All he saw were some black robes and a door sliding shut by itself. The guest was still standing by his (or her) glass door. He could see the figure had blonde hair.
"Mum! I think Harry's trying to fly!" Dudley said as Harry tried to lean out more to get a better look. Uncle Vernon exploded.
"NOT HERE BOY!" He said, ready to grab poor Harry. Aunt Petunia stopped him just as Uncle Vernon's hands touched Harry's ear. "You better not try any funny stuff on this trip!"
"I wasn't trying to fly…I thought I saw…" Harry explained. Aunt Petunia had managed to get Uncle Vernon out of sight and took a hold of Harry.
"Now listen, you. You better not even attempt to show any sign of your oddities or your going to stay here for the rest of the trip!" Aunt Petunia said sternly. She stomped away and left Harry alone with Dudley.
"Why'd you have to go and say that…you know I'm not allowed to use magic outside of Hogwarts," Harry said angrily at Dudley.
"It's not like you haven't followed that rule before," Dudley said, remembering Aunt Marge and the bowl of pudding and the flying car and the…(I forget what happened to Aunt Marge. Did they ever say? Anyone remember?)
The Dursleys and Harry went down to breakfast at the Mara court in the lodge. Out of the many people he saw, Harry thought he saw, or at least heard, Neville Longbottom. He saw an old lady leaving and a brown-haired boy. He saw them from the back and the boy had been bumping into chairs and almost knocked over an unsuspecting waiter. As they left the Mara, the boy accidentally knocked over the breakfast sign. Harry could've sworn that it was Neville.
"Excuse me a moment," Harry said, getting up from their table. Harry rushed out of the Mara and saw the old lady and the boy in the lobby. He had just knocked over a suitcase, which knocked into a bellhop's trolley, which rolled trough the lobby and slammed into another suitcase, which knocked into another and set all the guest luggage off like dominoes.
The boy ran over to help pick things up. His grandmother started yelling at him, and while no one was looking, she pointed her purse towards a few of the suitcases and they stood upright again. The boy ran to fetch the bellhop's trolley. He tripped on a rug and set the trolley rolling again.
Yep, that's Neville, Harry decided.