"Thank you, Mr. Poe" said Uncle Vernon.

"You're very welcome. Now, children, if you have any--" he stopped to have another fit of coughs, "if you have any questions, don't hesitate to call me. I shall be taking my leave, Mr. Dursley, good day…" and with that, Mr. Poe went through the door and away in his new little car.

"Have you had anything to eat, dearies?" asked Petunia in the kind of voice she only used on Dudley.

"No, Mrs. Dursley," said Violet politely

"Now, now, don't Mrs. Dursley me, call me aunt Petunia, or auntie if you want…" for the first time ever, Harry and Dudley exchanged those odd looks you only exchange with friends, but they quickly snapped out of it. Now instead of looking at Dudley, he was looking at Violet. She was so pretty…

"Now children, come, let's get some supper. Violet, are you coming dear?" asked Petunia

"No, aunt Petunia. Thank you. I'm not hungry right now." Said Violet, she had such an angelic voice… Harry, snap out of it! Harry thought, and he gave himself mental slaps, get a grip of yourself, Potter! Yes, she's pretty, but she's your cousin.

"Very well, dear. Dudley, Klaus, Sunny, come," and they all went to get some supper. Harry wasn't feeling hungry at the least, he was simply going to go to his room and try to get into his head that the beautiful girl in front of him was his cousin. You might think this was rude of him, but he thought that none of them had noticed him, how wrong he was… he was already making his way to the stairs when…

"Aren't you going to get some food?" said the angelic voice behind him. Harry looked at her face.

"No. I'm not hungry," he answered

"Why didn't aunt Petunia call you to get some food?"

"It's a long story. Lets just say that she doesn't consider me part of this family, more like an outcast…"

"And why is that?"

"Like I said, it's a long story, but never mind that. I'm Harry Potter." He said offering her is hand

"Violet Baudelaire," she said shaking his hand in return, "But I thought you were a Dursley"

"No, I'm here in the same boat as you. They're my uncles too, my parents were also killed, and I've been living here since I was a baby, so we can probably relate to each other."

"Definitely" she said, and then she looked out the window, got pale and yelled "GET DOWN!" while she threw herself over Harry and dropped him to the floor. There was a lout crash, and Harry felt lots of little bits of glass fall on his body. Once it had all ceased, Harry got up, careful not to get cut with any of the glass on the floor, and then helped Violet to get up. They saw on the floor that what had caused the window to shatter was that someone had thrown a boulder as big as a grapefruit from outside and into the house. Violet reached for the boulder and saw that there was a note, she took it out and when she read it, she got paler than se already was. Harry moved his head a bit so he could see what the letter had written, it said:

I'll catch you, no matter where you go, no matter where you are, I'll always get to you, and when I do…

"Who is that?" asked Harry, but before Violet could answer, aunt Petunia, uncle Vernon, Klaus, Sunny, and Dudley came running into the living room. Petunia shrieked of horror at the sight of her living room.

"What did you do, boy?" yelled uncle Vernon, getting purple

"I didn't do anything!" said Harry

"Don't lie to me, boy!"

"He didn't do it, uncle Vernon, it was someone from outside!" said Violet desperately

"Fine then, he didn't do it… but he will clean it!"

"What?" Harry yelped

"Down to the last piece! And if I find the tiniest bit of glass…"

"I'll help him," said Violet,

"Me too," said Klaus,

"Gaa" said Sunny; wich in this case would have meant something like "I will help him clean the glass too".

"But, kids, surely you--"

"It's decided, aunt Petunia. It's not fair that Harry gets to clean up a mess he didn't do all by himself, we didn't do it either, so we're cleaning up too. I'll go look for a broom…" Said Violet

"But that's just stupid, they're telling you not to clean up, to leave Harry do it, but they clean up anyway" said Dudley, and he went back to the kitchen muttering something about "Nutsos".

"Well then, if you really want to do it, come Petunia," said uncle Vernon, and he and petunia went back to the kitchen. Later, Harry and Violet were sweeping up the glass, and Klaus was dumping them in the bag Sunny was holding.

By the time they were done, they were exhausted. The Baudelair's had Dudley's first bedroom. They slept in bunk beds and Sunny slept in a crib beside them. Harry had just enough energy to write to Ron and Hermione about the wonderful cousins he had received when he most needed someone to understand him, and he also wrote them about the rock and the note and how they had helped him to clean up the mess. Once he finished, he sent Hedwig with both letters and went to sleep thinking of just one thing: I'm just glad they didn't turn up to be like Dudley… and with that, he fell asleep thinking of Violet's face…

Pitts: thanx alot for your review :D i really dont know where im going with this, it just popped into my head and i just kinda like started writing it... but suggestions are welcome for anyone who would like to review )