Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I just write the story.

Chapter One

The sun was bright, and filtering through the curtain. Birds were churping. And, a boy with a messy mop of black hair was sound alseep on his bed tangled in the blankets. School had just ended a week ago.

A woman, Petunia Dursley, opened the door to the boy's room softly. She peered inside at the boy still asleep in the bed. She made her way over to the boy, and gently shook his shoulder.

"Harry. Harry, wake up. Its late in the morning. You ned to get up." She prodded her nephew, Harry Potter. Harry slowly opened his eyes. "Time to get up, Harry."

Harry nodded and began to sit up grabbing his glasses off his bedside table and placing them on his face to see clearly. "What time is it?" He asked rubbing the sleep from his eyes from under his glasses.

Ant Petunia looked at her watch. "9:45." Harry nodded and got out of the bed. She tuened and left him to his morning rituals.

Harry made his bed, dressed in a t- shirt, and jeans, brushed his teeth, fed Hedwig, and headed downstairs for some breakfast of his own. Once in the kitchen he saw Aunt Petunia cleaning some dishes. He figured his uncle must have already eaten nd gone to work. He got a plate from the cubboard, and began getting some of the left over breakfast, and sat at the table. His cousin, Dudley came down a few minutes after, and did the same as Harry. Dudley had lost quite a bit of weight this past year, but was by no means skinny. He was just bulky now. He sat down accross from Harry and began to eat.

Harry decided to break the silence. "So, Dudley, how was school this year?"

Dudley looked up and finished his bite of toast. "Good. Out standerd tests were hard this year though. But I'm glad is Summer!"

Harry smiled. "So am I. What do you plan on doing this Summer?"

"Umm... probably hang out with Peirce, and Evans. Biking, fishing, maybe camping, and going to the movies. You?"

Harry thought a moment. "Sleeping in and relaxing. After the MoM desaster this year, I just want to have a nice, relaxing summer." The phone then rang, and aunt Petunia left the room to answer it.

"Dudley! It's Evans."

"Okay, Mum. Thanks."

Aunt Petunia came in as Dudley went to talk to his friend. Dudley came back in a few minutes later."

"Mum, Evans said he was going to go down to the creek and fish. He asked if Harry and I can go. So, can we go?"

"You, may. But stay together!" Dudley nodded.

"Wanna come Harry?"

Harry nodded, and picked up his plate and scrapped left overs into the runnish bin, and plate in the sink. Dudley followed his actions and they both left to get the fishing equipment. Aunt Petunia met them at the door with a paper bag full of sandwitchs and chips and a water bottle for each of them She gave it to Harry to carry. "Be careful you two." They both nodded and left the house.

It took them about ten minutes to make it to the creek. Evans was already there. "What took you guys so long?" He asked exasperatedly.

"Sorry, we were in the middle of breakfast when you called." Dudley replied.

Evans nodded, and they went to their fishing. Dudley cought a small fish. Evans an Harry didn't manage to catch anything. They talked about school, (Harry skillfuly avoided anything involving the Wizarding World) mates, family, their plans for summer.

Late that evening, they headed home to Private Drive Number Four.

As they walked up to the drive way they noticed Uncle Vernon's car was in the drive way. They went inside the garage, and put the fishing gear away, and headed into the house.

"Dudley, Harry, is that you?" Aunt Petunia caalled from the kitchen. They made their way into the kitchen.

"Yes, Mom." Dudley replied.

Uncle Vernon was sitting at the table, and Aunt Petunia was carrying the plates of food to the table. Harry and Dudley both grabbed a couple of pltes off the counter top and placed them on the table and sat down to eat.

"How was your day fishing, boys?" Uncle Vernon asked.

"Good." Harry replied.

"I cought a small fish, but let it go again." Dudley told his father.

Harry continued. "Evans and I didn't catch anything. But I almost cought one."

"Well maybe next time will be better for the both of you." Uncle Vernon said smiling.

"How was work, Honey?" Pertunia asked.

Uncle Vernon smiled again. "Good. We made a big sale today. There was an owner of a construction company tht came in and ordered some tools for his workmen."

The rest of the conversations over supper consisted of summer plans, a vacation they hoped to take later in the summer, work, school, and what movie hey wanted to pick up from the movie store.

After supper, they put their dishes away, got into the car and headed to the movie store. They agreed on Man of the House with Tommy Lee Jones.

(A/N: I love this movie, lol. Its SO funny.)

At home they watched the movie they had picked.

After the movie was over, Harry waited for Dudley to shower, because tonight was his night to shower first, and then showered when Dudley left the bathroom. An hour later, Harry dressed for bed, and went in his aunt and Uncles room to tell them good night. They were awake reading when he entered.

"Good night, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon."

They both looked up as he spoke. "Good night, Harry."

Harry left the room and went to Dudley's room. When he peeked in the room, he saw Dudley sitting on the floor playing his Plystaion 2. He knocked on the door lightly and Dudley looked up.

"Hey, Dudley. Getting far on Devil May Cry?" Harry asked. as Dudley paused the game.

(A/N: My best friend LOVES Devil May Cry. She's pretty good at it too.)

"I'm at a boss level."

Harry nodded. "Well, good luck on the game! Good night!"

"Good night, Harry. Thanks!"

Harry left the room and gently shut the door behind him. And headed to his room. He pet Hedwig, and read for a while before shutting off the light, and falling into a peaceful sleep.

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(The next morning)

CRASH!

This was the sound that woke Harry. He could see someone above his bed, standing over him. The figure was blurry because he didn't have his glasses on. He froze, not knowing what to do. This person, standing over him, pulled out a long stick that looked like a wand in Harry's blurry vision. This person said "Stupfey" softley and that was all Harry knew.

End of chapter One