OOC: I live! Man talk about time flying by when you're in a musical. Seriously I have joined the ranks of poverty stricken goers and become a budding actor, and now realized it is not for me. Plus I suck at singing. Anyway enjoy this chapter trust me I had fun having this chapter pop into my head today while watching the philosophers' stone for like the millionth time before Saturday practice.

P.S. I own no rights except the idea concept for what if this happened. Chow Rube

Chapter 2- A Forgotten Letter is found

"Get up! NOW!" The shrieking voice of Petunia Dursley echoed into the cupboard under the stairs. Harrison wiped his eyes, and sighed that he was still living another day in this f-upped family, and world. He knew he was something more, and he couldn't tell what it was. Was it to do with hallucinations; was he that boy who lived, that Harry Potter?

Harrison just shook his head, he then sat up in his torn over-sized combo sweatpants and T-shirt that were titled, "Puff up with Kalteens". Standing up from his cramped quarters he entered the kitchen. Petunia stood there tapping her fake snakeskin high-heels, her arms folded as she began to scowl.

"You can just cook the breakfast yourself, and try not to burn it as usual." She passed by nearly body-checking him and sat her back to him. Next to her right was a fat Fluffy (who was seated in his own bib) and then Vernon had just rolled his eyes. Harrison then grabbed the frying pan.

"Yes Petunia…"

Appalled she turned in her chair to face him, "Harrison how many bloody damn times must we go through this? You are to call me Aunt Petunia!" Getting angry she began to jiggle her leg and tense up. "No you don't deserve that anymore!"

"Petunia?" Vernon lowered his paper to look at his wife.

Standing up she directly walked towards him. "From now on you'll address Vernon and I as if we were some stranger to you understood?"

Harrison just stood there silent.

"Do you understand Boy?"

Harrison just looked up to her and smirked, "I thought I was suppose to treat you as a stranger."

Mrs. Dursley outraged by his attitude, shook with temper, raising her hand she took one quick swipe at his face. Harrison face turned to the left, as his chin touched his left shoulder all that was outrageously seen was the red hand mark on his right lower cheek.

Grabbing his t-shirts shoulder (like some school bully) she pulled him towards her, "If you expect bread, water and a roof over your head. I expect you to respect us with proper authority; without pulling a stunt like what you just did now, understood?"

Harrison turned his head to face his viscous relative he then mumbled a few words.

Shaking his shirt she became more angered, "Speak up boy I can't hear you!"

"Yes Mrs. Dursley." Licking the blood up from his lip he sighed as she let go of his shirt with a push.

"That's better boy, now take this and get to your chores. I expect that fireplace to shine by the time Aunt Marge gets here." Petunia said as she handed Harrison a chimney brush. She then brushed her blond hair away from her ear and sat back down. Fluffy barked in such a tone Harrison felt as if he was being laughed at.

Leaving the room he entered the adorned Dudley gallery (or what is better known as a sitting room to). Harrison sat down on the couch and wiped a tear from his eyes. His glasses took a good beating and he thanked the stars they weren't cracked more than they already were. He brushed off the dust from his clothes, the blood from his lip and then got to work.

It wasn't long until Fluffy had pissed all over him and laugh barked at him, he suddenly stopped cleaning. Harrison filled with anger gave a great kick into the dogs mouth, that the bull nearly belted out a birth pain shout like an expecting mother.

Harrison quickly realized what he had done wrong. He made his way into the fireplace as a hiding spot.

He waited nearly twenty grueling minuets, but the Dursley's did not hear their poor precious son's dog whining like a blubbering baby. Harrison after contemplating decided it was time to come out of hiding. As he stepped away from the fireplace something had fallen into the pounds of ash that made a soft paper crashing noise. Turning around he slowly looked to see a beige envelope with green lettering and ash covered all around it.

He picked up the letter to see who it was addressed too. It was addressed to his location the cupboard under the stairs, but it was not Harrison Dursley. It was somehow addressed to his alter ego named Harry Potter. The envelope looked old and all Harrison could do was lift his head to look outside the window. As he guessed it, there was the owl from last night, perched on a cable tower. He was baffled by this situation. Had he forgotten something? Was Harrison actually this Harry Potter? He couldn't make any sense of it all, especially a sense that would come from his own mouth. The only thing he could say was that, "The key has been found to my destiny."

T.B.C

OOC: I know it's too quick no plot in this chapter. Forgive me if I haven't edited at all but it's like 2:35 am and I really wanted to put this up. I've been up since 9 am Saturday so please forgive. Please review nicely. Don't forget I always accept CONSTRUCTIVE criticism like my darling whats their name said so Kay mwha chow wuv you all peace out!