Be nice this is my first born!

Yip Yippity Yap! AKA I haven't thought of a title yet!

Err yeah also supposed to say stuff like Harry Potter aint mine etc etc… but you never know.. this could well be.. Harry Potter and the Yip Yippity Yap... (aka the seventh book!)

'Harry!'

'Harry!'

'Hmph…What?'

'Yes Aunt Petunia I'm awake… I'm getting up!'

'What was that Harry? Come on wake up!'

'I'm up! I'm up! Just let me get changed'

'Just make sure your downstairs in 2 minutes. If I have to come up one more time…'

Harry heard the muffled voice continue on the other side of the closed door.

Harry jumped right out of bed. He knew from 16 and a half years of experience that ignoring a wake up call from Aunt Petunia was like setting a death wish upon oneself. Magic or no magic, Harry found himself willingly powerless against his Aunt.

Harry put on his glasses and as always went to check the calendar. He'd been at the Dursely's for just over a week, surely that would be enough Dumbledore never said how long he had to stay at the Dursely's and as much as he would like to get away and start hunting down those Horcruxes, he knew not to rush things.

'Hold on!' Harry almost shouted at himself, 'Where's my calendar?'

Although Harry knew his days very well, he noticed he had taken a turn to becoming extremely insecure about all the little things like the posters on his wall…-

'What the -?' Harry looked around 'his room' only it wasn't his room. There were Chuddley Cannons Quidditch team posters up on one side of the room and the England football team on the other.

The room was one that would be more than certified to earn Harry a whole life time in the cupboard. There was a TV next to what looked like a huge flying book, there was a Football laying quite still regardless of the fact that several snitches seemed to be poking the air out of it.

Before Harry could even take in the several more oddities the door swung open...

'Harry Potter! If you don't come down your mother will have me for toast' while saying so, the figure of James Potter, with hair identical to that of Harry's looked up at his son with a huge grin upon his face. 'And I mean that literally, you know what your mother's magic is like, I've got the powers but we all know she's got the brain'

Harry was lost for words…'D-Dad?'

'YES DAD!' Harry looked to see a woman of emerald green eyes and fiery red hair. 'Now both of you downstairs!'

'M-mum?' That was all either James or Lily Potter got from their sixteen year old son before he fainted falling painfully hard on his back.'

Okay you have to review it okay…please! Erm its kinda short isn't it? Well I would write more except this seemed like an okay place to stop... no serious I really would appreciate any reviews… like what you think of it? Ways to improve… or whether I should just stop and keep it to myself… don't be too mean I mean there aint exactly anything happening in this chapter if you get what I mean…