Thanks to all who reviewed- I appreciate it!
Neevs- thanks! I'm glad you like it!
Ariana Dumbledore: Well, thanks for leaving a review to tell me- I'll try to clarify a bit here.
First- about the Dursleys. The Dursleys do NOT know that Harry is their nephew. According to them, he's just some random kid left on the doorstep. They DID investigate, but couldn't find his parents, so decided to adopt them as their own kid and a brother to Dudley.
Second- about his name. They DON'T know his name is Harry. When he came to them, he was nameless, so they named him after the young son of Petunia's sister, who had been reported "missing" when James and Lilly Potter had died so suddenly.
Third- about him doing accidental magic. If you remember, in the book, Harry only does magic when he's threatened by something or in danger. In this fic, he's growing up in a kind, safe environment, so he will never have to use his 'accidental' magic.
Finally, about the letters- read this chappie and find out!! ^_^
Now, on to the chapter!!
~*~Chapter 6~*~
Exactly nine years and one day later, Harry received a letter. It was rather unexpected, and neither Dudley nor his father or mother nor he could figure it out. So it was thrown away, and the family relaxed- until the next one came.
That morning, Dudley and Harry were both sleeping- the former in the top bunk, and the latter in the bottom. A shrill ringing woke them both up, however, and the two boys climbed out of bed, rubbing their eyes, and turning off the alarm clock.
"G'morning, Duds," yawned Harry. "Didn't we agree to get up EARLY on Monday mornings so we could make our lunches?"
Dudley looked at the clock and smiled. "Aww, c'mon Harry, it's 7! How early is early, in /your/ opinion?"
Harry fake-punched Dudley, and the two of them, talking animatedly about 'earliness', walked downstairs, into the kitchen.
"Good morning, loves!" their mother greeted them cheerfully. "Hurry up and eat your breakfasts- they're getting cold. Do you want anything special, or just cereal? I do have some toast, if you want! And Duds- don't forget your math book! And Harry- remember your spelling sheet!"
Dudley groaned in mock-annoyance. "Really, mums!" he exclaimed. "You did notice that you said that exact same thing yesterday?"
"And the day before!" Harry added with a grin.
"And the day before that!"
"And before that!"
"And before that times infinite!"
Harry smiled. "Fine! You win! I give up!" He threw his hands up in the air.
"Ha!" Dudley laughed. "You should know better than to even try by now, Harry! I ALWAYS win!"
"Right. And what about this morning?" Harry taunted.
"Well, except for—"
"And last night? And the night before? And the morning before that!?"
"Aww.... Come on, Harry!!" Dudley pleaded jokingly.
Harry just looked at him sternly.
"Oh- fine! I ALMOST always win." Dudley whined.
Harry just looked at him.
"FINE!!! Have it your own way! This is the first time I've won in a year and a half!"
"That's right, Duds!" Harry chuckled. "Much better."
The two boys glared at each other for a minute, until their mother came into the room.
"Dudley! Harry!! Eat your cereal NOW!!"
The boys sighed, sat down at the table, and started chewing, while Petunia went upstairs to wake up their father.
Ten minutes later, the boys finally glanced at the clock, and a resounding shriek pierced the calm.
Petunia ran downstairs. "WHAT?? What happened?? Is everyone alright???"
The boys yelled out simultaneously, "We've MISSED the BUS!!!"
Their mother smiled, relieved. "Oh! Is that all. I was worrying about broken legs and snakes around here!"
"But mum!!—"
"Don't worry, darlings! We have no school today! The secretary just called and said that there's no school due to snow! All public and private schools have a day off!"
Harry and Dudley looked at each other in shock. "SNOW!?!?!???!!?"
The two of them ran to the window, peered out, and started cheering.
~*~Chapter 7~*~
After dressing, both Dudley and Harry ran outside. There wasn't much more than a foot of snow on the ground, but what snow it was! Just the perfect texture, hardness, flakiness—it was perfect!!
"Snowball fight!" Declared Dudley.
Harry nodded, and the two of them went to opposite sides of the lawn.
"One, two, three, four, I declare a snow WAR!!"
And so it started.
Harry seized a clump of snow from the ground, and hurled it at Dudley. Dudley managed to intercept it, and hurled it back at Harry, hitting him straight in the face, causing an unhappy shriek from Harry.
Just then, he noticed a large clump of white on the car. Grinning evilly, Harry ducked and ran to the car, and grabbed the white clump.
Suddenly, he shrieked. The white clump was ALIVE- warm, and soft, and FEATHERY!!
With a shriek of terror, Harry dropped the white thing, and it spread it's wings and flew up, landing on the roof.
This time, both Harry and Dudley screeched, and the two of them, clutching each other, ran into the house, slamming the door behind them.
Neevs- thanks! I'm glad you like it!
Ariana Dumbledore: Well, thanks for leaving a review to tell me- I'll try to clarify a bit here.
First- about the Dursleys. The Dursleys do NOT know that Harry is their nephew. According to them, he's just some random kid left on the doorstep. They DID investigate, but couldn't find his parents, so decided to adopt them as their own kid and a brother to Dudley.
Second- about his name. They DON'T know his name is Harry. When he came to them, he was nameless, so they named him after the young son of Petunia's sister, who had been reported "missing" when James and Lilly Potter had died so suddenly.
Third- about him doing accidental magic. If you remember, in the book, Harry only does magic when he's threatened by something or in danger. In this fic, he's growing up in a kind, safe environment, so he will never have to use his 'accidental' magic.
Finally, about the letters- read this chappie and find out!! ^_^
Now, on to the chapter!!
~*~Chapter 6~*~
Exactly nine years and one day later, Harry received a letter. It was rather unexpected, and neither Dudley nor his father or mother nor he could figure it out. So it was thrown away, and the family relaxed- until the next one came.
That morning, Dudley and Harry were both sleeping- the former in the top bunk, and the latter in the bottom. A shrill ringing woke them both up, however, and the two boys climbed out of bed, rubbing their eyes, and turning off the alarm clock.
"G'morning, Duds," yawned Harry. "Didn't we agree to get up EARLY on Monday mornings so we could make our lunches?"
Dudley looked at the clock and smiled. "Aww, c'mon Harry, it's 7! How early is early, in /your/ opinion?"
Harry fake-punched Dudley, and the two of them, talking animatedly about 'earliness', walked downstairs, into the kitchen.
"Good morning, loves!" their mother greeted them cheerfully. "Hurry up and eat your breakfasts- they're getting cold. Do you want anything special, or just cereal? I do have some toast, if you want! And Duds- don't forget your math book! And Harry- remember your spelling sheet!"
Dudley groaned in mock-annoyance. "Really, mums!" he exclaimed. "You did notice that you said that exact same thing yesterday?"
"And the day before!" Harry added with a grin.
"And the day before that!"
"And before that!"
"And before that times infinite!"
Harry smiled. "Fine! You win! I give up!" He threw his hands up in the air.
"Ha!" Dudley laughed. "You should know better than to even try by now, Harry! I ALWAYS win!"
"Right. And what about this morning?" Harry taunted.
"Well, except for—"
"And last night? And the night before? And the morning before that!?"
"Aww.... Come on, Harry!!" Dudley pleaded jokingly.
Harry just looked at him sternly.
"Oh- fine! I ALMOST always win." Dudley whined.
Harry just looked at him.
"FINE!!! Have it your own way! This is the first time I've won in a year and a half!"
"That's right, Duds!" Harry chuckled. "Much better."
The two boys glared at each other for a minute, until their mother came into the room.
"Dudley! Harry!! Eat your cereal NOW!!"
The boys sighed, sat down at the table, and started chewing, while Petunia went upstairs to wake up their father.
Ten minutes later, the boys finally glanced at the clock, and a resounding shriek pierced the calm.
Petunia ran downstairs. "WHAT?? What happened?? Is everyone alright???"
The boys yelled out simultaneously, "We've MISSED the BUS!!!"
Their mother smiled, relieved. "Oh! Is that all. I was worrying about broken legs and snakes around here!"
"But mum!!—"
"Don't worry, darlings! We have no school today! The secretary just called and said that there's no school due to snow! All public and private schools have a day off!"
Harry and Dudley looked at each other in shock. "SNOW!?!?!???!!?"
The two of them ran to the window, peered out, and started cheering.
~*~Chapter 7~*~
After dressing, both Dudley and Harry ran outside. There wasn't much more than a foot of snow on the ground, but what snow it was! Just the perfect texture, hardness, flakiness—it was perfect!!
"Snowball fight!" Declared Dudley.
Harry nodded, and the two of them went to opposite sides of the lawn.
"One, two, three, four, I declare a snow WAR!!"
And so it started.
Harry seized a clump of snow from the ground, and hurled it at Dudley. Dudley managed to intercept it, and hurled it back at Harry, hitting him straight in the face, causing an unhappy shriek from Harry.
Just then, he noticed a large clump of white on the car. Grinning evilly, Harry ducked and ran to the car, and grabbed the white clump.
Suddenly, he shrieked. The white clump was ALIVE- warm, and soft, and FEATHERY!!
With a shriek of terror, Harry dropped the white thing, and it spread it's wings and flew up, landing on the roof.
This time, both Harry and Dudley screeched, and the two of them, clutching each other, ran into the house, slamming the door behind them.