When Harry was four, he went to Sainesbury's with his aunt for the first time. They were there to replace Dudley's Coco Pops, which he had eaten the day before, yet managed to blame the missing box on Harry. As usual.

To Harry, who didn't remember ever leaving the house before, (at least not on a trip that required him to actually get in the car) a trip to the grocery was a grand adventure. As they pulled onto the motorway, Harry silently screamed with glee, the wind from the window blowing through his hair. This must be what it felt like to fly. He barely remembered being tossed about, but he did remember that this is how it felt. The dips and the air whirling round and round. He scarcely managed to sit still.

A bit of paper from Dudley's candy wrapper caught an updraft and started whipping about. Harry itched to grab it. He wanted that paper. Dudley obviously didn't want it. He was asleep. Keeping one eye on Aunt Pe'tuna and another on the brightly dancing wrapper, Harry reached out, waiting for the bit to come closer. Yes! His hand tickled where the paper fluttered against his palm. Harry almost laughed, but he stifled it. His eyes sparkled and a silly grin crept across his face. It wouldn't do to let Aunt Pe'tuna know he was enjoying himself. She might make him go home.

As they pulled into the car park, Harry stared in awe at the biggest building he'd ever seen. It was huge...like a castle. With a few added dents, mind you. Every good castle had to have scorch marks and missing stone from a grand war that had ravaged the countryside.

To keep himself entertained while his aunt secured Dudley in a basket, Harry imagined that the battle between good and evil was still being waged. He kept his eyes open for 'the enemy', searching for evildoers while looking both ways as they crossed the busy lot. Like that weird lady who lived down the street that was always talking to her cats. There was one called Nerba who Harry was sure was a spy for That Hateful Man Who Lived in a Castle Far, Far Away. Or at least to the north. In Scotland.

Harry decided he was Dudley's 'squirrel'. It was his job to hold Dudley's lance (his toys) and walk beside his horse (the trolley) in case he was needed. Like to save the damsel in the dress from the T-Rex. In the stories that Harry'd overheard his aunt telling his cousin, he logically understood that the 'Knight' did the saving and not the 'squirrel', but in the illogical workings of a four year old mind, Harry became the rescuer since the Knight was obviously be fussed over by his mother, the wicked witch. And every good knight knows that you don't mess with the witch. She'll turn you into a toad and you'll have to sleep on a pea and wait for someone to kiss you on the nose. And kissing was gross.

Dudley screamed excitedly for the chocolate display as soon as they entered the store. As if he didn't just finish off a chocolate before they came, Harry snorted. Aunt Pe'tuna cooed as Dudley pressed his face against the glass pointing out some of her own favourites. Harry drew closer to the display, hoping he could get one too. Not that he really expected it, but maybe Dudley would drop one if Harry wished really hard.

No one was more surprised than Harry when the lady behind the counter did drop one. Unfortunately, it was behind the counter and not where he could get to it. Harry sighed and resigned himself to the fact that today was not his lucky day.

"Mummy, I want a candy. Make her give me a candy."

If Harry hadn't been watching the lady so closely, he would have missed her cringe when Dudley started whining. He knew exactly how she felt. The lady pulled out a sample for Dudley to try. A small one.

"No, I want a big one!"

Harry winced. Dudley in full tantrum mode could be very hard on the ears. The lady picked a larger one and handed it to Dudley. She was about to throw out the other when she noticed Harry and while his aunt was tending to Dudley, snuck it to Harry.

Being the 'squirrel' wasn't so bad after all. And he didn't even have to slay the T-Rex to get a prize from the damsel in a dress!

"Come along, Boy." His aunt turned on her heel and walked away.

"Yes, Aunt Pe'tuna."

"Petunia, you horrid boy."

Harry grinned. "Yes, Aunt Petunia." This was turning out to be a really good day after all.