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Harry Potter and the Preschool Blues

Chapter 2: Revelations

As Harry sat on the back seat of his Uncle's car he began to dread going back the next day. His Aunt turned around in the car and began asking Dudley about his first day at school.

Meanwhile back at the school. Mrs. Douglas was walking back to her classroom have seen her last student off. She opened the door and stepped in side, the scene that lay before her was one of total catastrophe the desks were a mess toys were strung out everywhere. There was finger paint on just about every thing. Why she was stupid enough to give a bunch of four and five year olds finger paint was beyond her. She went over to the sink and soaked a washcloth in some water then turned around to try to decide where to begin cleaning. She remembered that it was so much fun when she was little. As she stood there her eyes fell upon the windows that looked as if someone had mistaken for some paper. Her windows now had flowers and a rainbow in most of the lower pains. She turned her attention to the desks that had been tipped over to make caves for some imaginary game the children had been playing. Her eyes fell upon a desk toward the back of the classroom. It was setting there quietly and patiently weighting it's turn to be cleaned. She slowly walked over to the desk it seemed to be the only one not covered in paint. She thought to herself 'The desk reflects the child that sits at It.' she laughed inwardly at her own joke. 'Harry is the first Potter I have ever known to be quiet and shy. James was a little hell raiser when he was Harry's age. He must have gotten it from Lilly!' she thought. The only thing on the desk was a picture of a woman with curly, deep red hair and bright green eyes. She was smiling brightly up from the picture. It was sloppy as any four year old's work is but it was unmistakable that the picture was of Harry's mother, Lilly. She reached up to her face and wiped a tear away. She hadn't even realized she had begun to cry. It had been almost three years science the Potter's death but she still felt as if it had happened yesterday. She quickly tore her eyes away from the picture and began to clean the messy classroom. She was washing the paint from the window when she heard a small pop behind her. She turned around and smiled brightly at the man who had just appeared.

"Albus, What brings you here?" she asked brightly.

"Ah, My dear Ann, I am afraid I must ask you a favor," He said sadly.

"And what would that be Albus?" she asked.

"I need you to watch Mr. Potter for me," he stated simply.

"Why do you need me to do that?" she asked, her voice seeped of curiosity.

"Do you remember Arabella Figg?" He asked.

"Of course, she is the one you have watching Harry." Suddenly a thought hit her, "Is there something wrong? Is she all right? Is Harry all right? He seemed all right a while ago! What has happened?"

"Ann do calm down, Arabella is fine, and too my knowledge Harry is too."

"Then why?"

"She's been picking up a lot of wandless magic in the area. If this continues he will need to be trained sooner than we would have expected. So just keep an eye out ok."

"I will Albus!"

"Thank you Ann. You're a big help."

"Your welcome Albus."

"Well I must be off! Good day Ann!"

"Good day Albus!"

And with a pop he was gone, and Ann set back to her task. However things at Harry's house weren't quite as happy.

"BOY! I'll teach you to be ungrateful."

Vernon grabbed Harry by the arm and flung him into his cupboard and his it's back wall with a loud thud. Vernnon slammed the door shut and bolted it closed. Harry began to cry he hated being locked in the cupboard. Harry wasn't sure what he'd done to make his uncle mad this time but it was bad whatever it was. He had been sitting in the dining room as Dudley was telling aunt Petunia about his day and Harry had been quietly ignoring them and thinking of his own day at school when his aunt screeched. Harry hadn't really figured out what happened but one of his aunt's bowls got broken and well you know the rest. He hadn't even touched the bowl how could he have broken it. But his Aunt had claimed it was his fault and now he is here in the cupboard with no light and only the spiders for friends. Happily he thought that maybe sense he was in trouble he wouldn't have to go back to school tomorrow. They didn't like him there either.

(A.N. well that's Chapter 2. Sorry it's taken a wile I got writers block. What would you like to happen next? I just can't think of anything. Any way the sooner you review the sooner I update so get going the link is below. And if you don't want to leave your review here at FF.Net for everyone to see than send me an e-mail at katierae101@hotmail.com . I promise that I'll be the only one to see it. Well I gotta go now I'll catch you all latter. ^.^ KatieRae)

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