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Disclaimer- I do not own Harry Potter or any of its characters. They are all owned by J. K. Rowling but I do own those characters which you don't recognize...

Harry was sleeping one morning dreaming about the birthday party his friends had thrown him. After the party, he and his friends had brought all his presents back to his room. This did not go unnoticed by Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, or Dudley and they were gaping at him wondering were he could have even gotten so much stuff. Anyways, Harry was sleeping peacefully with a smile on his face when Aunt Petunia banged on his door and said in a shrill tone, "Wake up! We are all going to the dentist!"

Harry groaned and pulled himself out of his bed. He quickly got dressed and went downstairs. As he was making breakfast for everyone he, he sleepily asked his aunt, "Why am I going to the dentist?"

"Your silly school wants some sort of dental record for you," she snapped. "Get back to making the food!" Harry raised an eyebrow and went back to making breakfast.

A few seconds later, Uncle Vernon and Dudley also came down and sat at the table next to Aunt Petunia. Uncle Vernon opened up his newspaper and began reading while Dudley began twiddling his Smelting stick in his hand. Harry finished making the eggs and took out three plates. He put the three plates in front of his relatives and started putting the food on their plates. When he got to Dudley, he put only little because Dudley was on a diet. Suddenly, Dudley smacked him hard on his wrist with the Smelting stick. "What was that for?" asked Harry.

"I want more," Dudley said.

"You're on a diet."

"Who said you could tell me what I can or can't eat on my diet?" asked Dudley.

Harry reluctantly started putting more on Dudley's plate when he was cut off by Uncle Vernon saying, "Boy, don't put any more on his plate."

"But he said…"

"I know what he said boy," said Uncle Vernon.

"But, Daddy," whined Dudley.

"Now, Dudley," said Petunia. "You are on a diet. You wouldn't want the nurse to send a letter back home saying that you've gained weight, would you?" Dudley shook his head. "Good." Then she turned to Harry and said, "Put the rest in the fridge, Harry."

"But, what will I eat?" he asked.

"You're going to the dentist, boy! You don't eat before going to the dentist!" shouted Uncle Vernon from behind his newspaper.

"You're all eating," said Harry, who was very confused.

"Stop asking questions and put the food away," Vernon growled. Harry rolled his eyes and put the rest of the food away in the fridge.

Twenty minutes later, Harry and his relatives were in the car on their way to the dentist. Harry decided to take a small nap while going there. Anything was better than staying awake and listen to Dudley's horrible singing to whatever was coming on the radio. Harry went to sleep for what seemed like five seconds. Then there WHACK and Harry woke up. His head was throbbing painfully and Dudley was smirking at him with his Smelting stick in his hand. Dudley said, "We're here, so you might want to get out." Then he whacked Harry on the head with the stick and got out. Harry rubbed his head, glaring at Dudley and got out of the car as well.

Harry followed his aunt, uncle, and cousin into a place called London Dental Services. It was a small blue building with a statue of a tooth in front of it. As they went inside, Harry looked around. Not many people were there. There was an old man who was arguing with his wife, a lady who was holding a screaming child, a man reading a newspaper, the secretary at the front desk, and a teenage girl with semi bushy hair.

Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia went up to the secretary at the front desk while Dudley sat down next to the bushy-haired girl. The girl looked up at Dudley apparently disgusted and scooted over in her seat. Harry took a seat across from them.

"Hello, again," said Dudley with a grin on his face.

"Would you mind not talking to me," the girl snapped.

Dudley just laughed and said, "So what did you say your name was? I didn't get it the last few times I've been here."

The girl did not look up from whatever she was writing and said, "I didn't say what my name was now will you stop bothering me?"

"Am I really bothering you?" asked Dudley.

The girl's head snapped up to look at him and she said, "Yes, now shut up, please." Then she looked down and began writing again.

"Dudley, time for your appointment!" Aunt Petunia called from the other side of the room.

Dudley nodded then handed a piece of paper to the girl. "Here's my number. Call me." The girl snatched the piece of paper from him and went back to writing. Dudley smirked at Harry and went into the room for his appointment.

The instant Dudley went into the other room the girl snorted and ripped the paper with Dudley's number on it.

"Smart move," said Harry across from her.

"Thanks, he does that every time. I'm so sick of him. I see him ever single time I come back for the summer. I suppose that's one of the disadvantages of both your parents being dentists."

Harry laughed and said, "He's my cousin and I live with him."

"Poor you," she said going back to writing, but before she started writing, she saw Harry wipe his hair out of his face revealing the scar on his head. She gasped.

"What?" asked Harry.

"What's that on your head?"

Harry stared at her then held up his hair and said, "Oh, this? I got this in a car accident when I was young."

"Oh, was anyone hurt in the crash?"

"Yeah, my parents both died, actually." Harry noticed that the girl was staring at him in shock with her mouth open. "Er…are you ok?"

"You're…are you…Harry Potter?"

"Yeah, how'd you know that?" asked Harry.

The girl closed the book she was writing in and sat down next to Harry. "I'm Hermione Granger. I know that you'll probably find this hard to believe but your parents were witches and wizards…you're a wizard as well, or at least you're supposed to be."

"Wh-what?" asked Harry.

"You said your parents were killed in a car crash? What do you remember of it?"

"Um…just a green light, that's it," said Harry starting to edge away from Hermione.

"Well, your parents weren't killed in a car crash. They were killed by a dark wizard…just call him you-know-who."

"Right, I'm sure. Look, Hermione, I'm sure you're a very nice person," said Harry, "but I'm pretty sure that I'm not a wizard. I can't do any magic, see?" Harry waved his hand and said, "Abra Kadabra!" Nothing happened. "See? So maybe, you've got the wrong guy or whatever because magic doesn't exist."

"But it does, Harry, it does," said Hermione. "In my world, you're famous. Everyone knows your name…"

"Look, if you're trying to get me to buy something, then it's definitely not working. So if you don't mind I…"

"Fine, don't believe me, but I'm right and you'll find out soon enough with all the stuff that's happening. I won't waste your time Harry, but if you ever feel that maybe I'm telling the truth, I'll be here the rest of the summer." As Harry watched Hermione walk back to where she was sitting before, he shook his head and thought to himself that is one troubled person. Nice but troubled.

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