Disclaimer: once again I must sadly announce that none of the characters are mine!!! They belong to J.K Rowling. Well I do own one character that will be appearing in this chapter.

A/N: sorry for keeping you guys waiting been to busy with tests and stuff. Story has a plot now! Just of it. And thanks to my reviewers it just popped in my mind!

To foow: thanks for the idea! I'll use it sometime! Thanks for the review .

To my other reviewers: thanks I'll try to satisfy everyone.

UNPREDICTABLE

Chapter two: The First of my Troubles

Harry Potter, a soon going to be, sixth year wizard at Hogwarts academy sat staring out of the window with a strange expression on his face and his mouth shaped as in saying the word "Duh..." There doesn't seem to be anything interesting for him to do in his aunt and uncle's small house somewhere located in the muggle world.

"There doesn't seem to be anything interesting for me to do in my aunt and uncle's small house," Harry repeated to himself not knowing that was what the narrator just said a second ago.

With boredom surrounding him like a disease that he can't get rid of without the psychological medicine that is the wizarding world, Harry slowly moved his way down the stairs half tripped half stumbled and half slumping down. ----- (Interruption in story)

Harry Potter looks strangely at me:

Harry: There can't be three halves can there?

Me: Nope.

Harry: sweatdrop uh... then why did u put three halves instead of three thirds?

Me: It's my summer break so give it a break! (get it?) I don't want to think about math right now.

Harry: ... You don't need to think to be able to know that three halves are actually supposed to be three thirds. And how can I do all those things at once?

Me: You're a wizard Harry.

Harry: I'm a what?

Me: A wizard.

Harry: Me? A wizard? Oh! Yeah, I forgot.

Me: slap head Jeez... Now back to the story!

--------(End of the, umm... the slight interruption)

As he was nearing the kitchen he saw his cousin Dudley pigging out in the fridge.

'Too bad his tail's gone I kind of miss it.' Harry thought.

Suddenly his cousin noticed him from the corner of his eye, "Noooo! Don't come near me!" he cried (we all thought that he was afraid of Harry's wizard powers, but we were sadly mistaken) "I don't want to catch your boredom disease! Noooo!"

"Oh, jeez... you don't have to overreact. It's only a disease that is caught by wizards like me, who are not is contact with the wizarding world." Harry explained, and then he added under his breath. "And who are trapped with stupid pig headed muggles like you."

Dudley still, as if not heard a word Harry said, quickly scrambled away. As Dudley closed the kitchen door, to contain the disease in a closed area as not to contaminate him with it, Harry noticed movement outside the kitchen window. He moved closer to the window and saw that the movement was actually "Movement" on the moving truck parked in the next door's drive way.

'New neighbors?' Harry thought, bored, 'how boring.'

That was what he thought until he saw the face peering out of the truck window, which was the cure for his disease. In his shocked state Harry thought, 'Now Dudley won't have to be acting weird anymore.' And then a more fitting thought occurred to him, 'that kid's face looks familiar! I've seen him somewhere before!"

Suddenly, for now particular reason whatsoever, Harry was run down with a familiar sensation. "I need to go to the bathroom,' he thought as he hurried out of the kitchen and into the first floor bathroom.

Now let's take a break when our main character is taking one as well

a long time later...

FLUUUUUUUUSH!!

Ok now back to where we left off

When Harry was washing his hands in the washstand in front of the mirror, he looked up and found the answer to the question he was thinking of before, about why the kid in the truck had such a familiar face. It was the exact image of his face! He had the exact face as the kid in the truck; no wait the kid in the truck had the exact face as his own! (What's the difference?) Whatever it may be, Harry having realized this hurried back into the kitchen. By now most of the stuff was moved out of the truck, (which shows how long Mr. Potter takes in the washroom) and the kid was standing on the driveway watching over the process.

Harry studied the kid closely, well as closely as you can get from the kitchen window, and noticed that he was the same age as himself, same height same everything. It was like looking in the mirror but with the mirror image moving differently, and three meters away.

The boy unexpectedly turned to Harry and gave him a strange smile that Harry could never do. It reminded him sickeningly of the Slytherins at Hogwarts.

"Harry! Where is that stinking' boy?" the voice of Uncle Vernon thundered into the room, "Ah! There you are! Get upstairs boy! Tonight the new neighbors are coming over to dinner and you are to stay quiet! Understand? And are you still contaminated with that weird disease?" Uncle Vernon said all this at the door, which is a considerable distance from Harry incase of the disease.

"OK." Harry said annoyed, for the first time since the "disease", "and I'm cured! Jeez..."

Harry this time actually walked normally up the stairs and closed the door to his room. He let out a big sigh. It was like he was some sort of monster to the Dursleys. He was always supposed to be kept quiet from other people. He was like a secret, a bad secret.

The door rang at exactly seven o'clock pm and the Dursleys welcomed their guests as usual in their fineries and with small talk. In Dudley's case it was big, round, fat talk, to the strange boy. While the mothers got together and the fathers got together with conversations that are mostly one-sided to the Dursleys because the adults of the strange family didn't say much and they both strangely wore black clothing and a hooded sweater. Also another strange thing is that they both kept the hoods on at all times.

Then finally Aunt Petunia couldn't contain it anymore and tried to see if the child had anymore thing to say than his parents.

"So, can you tell what your name is dear?" she asked.

"Parry, Parry Lordymord." The strange boy answered.

"Well that's a nice name, Parry. What would u like? Water or juice?"

"I would like to meet with the boy you are keeping in secret upstairs."

Parry looked around the room with a small smile, seeing the shocked expressions on all the Dursley's faces.

"Harry Potter, I believe is his name?" he added and walked up the stairs quietly.

Meanwhile the said Harry Potter is flopped on his bed sleeping making absolutely no noise to have anyone notice that someone was up there. Until he was wakened up be a small knock one the door and the creek of the door opening. Well actually it was because he just let out a loud snore that woke himself up, (don't blame other things Harry. Harry: sorry). Well anyways... And there standing in the doorframe was a new mirror! REWIND!

Director: CUT! Harry you got the script wrong!

Harry: Sorry!

Director: ok now ACTION!

And there standing in the doorframe was the mirror image of himself smiling, no sneering back.

Director: And CUT!

Cast: What now?

Director: it's my coffee break! . Yipee! Ok we'll continue this tomorrow! Bye everyone!

Everyone: Bye!

A/N: I found it fascinating to make the interruptions that might add amusement into this fic more like a movie. I dunno why! . Anyways, I felt like ending it off with a cliffhanger, b/c of scientific reasons. And I have the third chapter all typed up so it would be let out with the ransom of three reviews!

Send in the ideas folks!

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Clone? Twin? Or Crossbred Penguins Raised in Guwam.