10 years had passed. 10 Years since Voldemort attacked the Potters. 10 years since Lily and James Potter gave their lives to save their son, ultimately resulting in Lord Voldemort's downfall. 10 years since the Dursleys had woken up to find baby Harry Potter, lying there on their doorstep, with Dumbledore's letter still clutched in his tiny fists.

10 whole years, yet it seemed as though the Dursleys hadn't changed at all. Their house was still the same, with the front lawn perfectly clipped, the gardens beautiful and tidy, and the electronic light-up 'number 4' attached to the door. The interior of the house had stayed the same as well. The couches exactly where they used to be, the same shoes in the stand by the door, the same TV streaming the morning news. The only way to tell that time had passed was the photos. The house, once littered with photos of a large chubby baby, now showed pictures of a large blonde boy riding his bike through the quiet streets, being kissed by his relatives, and pictures with his mouth stuffed to the brim with sweets.

There was nothing in the house that suggested another occupant, aside from the three Dursleys, and yet, there was a fourth member. Sometimes, it was easy to forget that Harry Potter, who was sleeping at the moment, happened to live here as well.

"Up," Petunia's shrill voice screamed. "Get up now, boy." Harry rubbed his eyes and slowly sat up in bed, his head banging into the roof above him as he did so. Petunia rapped on his door once again. "NOW," She screamed, as Harry opened the door and walked outside, annoyed. He'd been having such a nice dream, a dream he'd had multiple times before. There was a flying motorcycle in it. Harry dreamed of flying on that motorcycle, flying away from the Dursleys as fast as he could.

"Good morning, Aunt Petunia," Harry said nicely as he walked into the kitchen door. "Mornin' Uncle Vernon."

"You're finally awake," Petunia grumbled. "Took you long enough."

"Sorry, Aunt Petunia," Harry said.

"Now I want you to look after the bacon," Petunia said. "And don't you dare let it burn. I want everything perfect for my Dudley's 11th birthday," She warned.

Harry let out a small groan of disappointment as he remembered it was his cousin's birthday.

"What did you say," Petunia snapped immediately.

"Nothing," Harry said hastily, as he went to get dressed. Opening the door to the cupboard under the stairs, which was Harry's "room," Harry pulled out some clothes. Hastily putting them on, he went back into the kitchen to make sure the bacon hadn't burned.

Turning the gas off, Harry went into the dining room to serve the bacon, before realizing that the table wasn't there. Or rather, it was, but it had been covered completely by Dudley's presents. There were presents of all sizes. Some packages were small enough to contain a tennis ball, while others were big enough to contain a flat-screen TV. There was even a new racing bike leaning against the side of the table. Harry couldn't understand why Dudley had wanted one of those. Dudley was fat, and he hated exercise unless it involved using somebody as a punching back. Unfortunately for Harry, Dudley's favorite punching bag was him.

Harry didn't like showing it off, but he was rather fast from an early age. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he spent the first 11 years of his life living in a cupboard under the stairs, given only 2 small meals a day, but for whatever reason, he had always been skinny for his age. It didn't help that the only clothes he got to wear were Dudley's old clothes, which, due to Dudley's size, were 4x too big for him.

Harry had a rather thin face with unruly jet black hair which refused to stay down. He had emerald green eyes, same as his mother, and wore round glasses held together with tape. Harry had been punched in the face by Dudley so many times, he was surprised that he was even able to fix his glasses at all.

Harry didn't like his appearance, except for one thing. A small lightning bolt-shaped scar on his forehead. He had always wondered where he had gotten the scar from. He had asked his aunt about it multiple times, to which she had responded "In the car crash in which your parents died," followed with, "Don't ask questions."

That's right. The Dursleys hated questions. In fact, the first rule of living with the Dursleys was "Don't ask questions."

As Harry was looking over the presents, Vernon Dursley walked into the room. He took one look at Harry and screamed, "Comb your hair, boy." Vernon Dursley insisted multiple times a week that Harry get a haircut. In fact, Harry must have had more haircuts than any other boy living on the quiet street, and yet, it didn't matter. His hair simply grew back, faster each time, even wilder than before.

By the time Dudley had woken up and arrived in the kitchen, Harry had finished setting the plate with fried eggs and bacon, along with a glass of orange juice on the side. In many ways, Dudley looked a lot like his dad. They both had the same chubby pink face with not enough neck between their face and chest. They also shared the same watery blue eyes, thick blond hair, a fat head, as well as their temper.

The temper was something that all three Dursleys seemed to have in common. When something didn't go their way, all of them would turn a deep shade of red, taking out their anger on the nearest object, which unfortunately for Harry, was usually him.

Dudley stuffed his breakfast into his mouth, and pushed Harry away from the presents, and began counting. As he reached the eighth present, he frowned. "How many are there!" He asked suspiciously.

"Thirty-six, counted them myself," Uncle Vernon said with a proud smile.

"Thirty-six, but last year, last year, I had thirty-seven," Dudley screamed.

"B-but some of them are quite a bit bigger than they were last year," Uncle Vernon stuttered.

"I don't care how big they are," Dudley screamed again.

Harry could sense one of Dudley's temper tantrums starting, as Dudley went red in the face and started breathing heavily. It seemed as though Petunia could sense it too. "And here's what we're going to do," She said soothingly. "We're going to buy you two more presents while we go out today."

"Two more presents?" Dudley asked. "So that'll be..thirty...thirty.."

"Thirty-eight, Sweetums," Petunia said.

As Dudley finally calmed down, the phone in the hall rang. Aunt Petunia got up to answer it. After talking on the phone for a few minutes, she came back looking disappointed. "Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Ms. Figg has broken her leg. She can't keep the boy."

This is how it always worked in the Dursley household. Whenever they were going out to someplace fun, Harry had to stay behind at Ms. Figg's house for the day. These days were torturous for Harry, who would be forced by Ms. Figg to look over all the pictures of the cats she had owned over the years.

Hearing Petunia's announcement, Dudley's face changed to a look of horror. Harry also brought a disappointed look on his face, though inside, he was leaping with joy.

"I would call Marge," Vernon started to say, "but she hates the boy and it would be unfair for her if we left him there."

"I could just stay at home," Harry broke in, hopefully. He had no interest in going with the Dursleys either, especially since Dudley's "friends" from school would be coming too.

``And come back and find the house blown up?" Petunia said with contempt. "No sir."

Harry started to defend himself, then realized they had already moved on from the subject.

As they were discussing what to do, the doorbell rang. "Oh that must be them," Vernon said, opening the door. Piers Polkiss, Dudley's best friend from school, walked into the house.

"Let's get ready to leave then," Vernon said, forcing a smile.

15 minutes later, Harry was seated in the backseat of Vernon's brand new car, hardly believing his luck. Today they were going to visit the zoo for the first time.

Petunia and Vernon Dursley couldn't think of any other solution to this problem, except to bring Harry with them. However, before leaving, Vernon had still taken Harry aside and threatened him. "I'm warning you now, boy," He had said in a low tone. "Any funny business...any at all...and you will have no meals for a week," He said, before opening the door to the car. "Get in," he said, pushing Harry into the back seat without a chance to respond.

Harry had a sinking feeling that this was not going to end well. He didn't know why, but odd things seemed to happen around Harry and he had no idea why. One time, Aunt Petunia angrily cut off most of Harry's hair. Dudley had laughed at it and teased Harry about the reactions he would get at school. However, Harry had woken up the next morning to find his hair had grown back overnight exactly the same as it was before.

Another time, the Dursleys kept trying to force one of Dudley's old sweaters onto Harry. Harry could have sworn that each time he refused the sweater would get smaller and smaller until it would barely fit a doll. Petunia had blamed it on the washing machine, saying that the sweater must have shrunk while being washed.

Harry slowly tuned out the rest of the passengers, until they took the exit to arrive at the zoo. Saying as it was a Sunday morning with beautiful weather, the zoo was pretty much packed with people.

Harry ended up having the best morning he had in a long time, He had almost forgotten his worries of something bad happening. The Dursleys had even bought him a cheap lemon ice pop, and even though it was nothing compared to the expensive ice cream sundaes they had gotten for Dudley and Piers, it was still better than anything else he had gotten.

As they walked through the zoo, they saw quite a few animals they had never seen before. Dudley went up to the lion, which roared in his face. Paling, considerably, he backed off and walked over to another exhibit. Stopping in front of the reptile exhibit, he looked at the anaconda and glared.

"Why isn't it moving," He questioned. "Make it move."

"Move!" Vernon said in a slightly raised voice, rapping his fingers lightly against the glass.

"MOVE," Dudley screamed, smacking the glass loudly with his fists. Vernon winced nervously, half expecting the Zoo officials to kick them out after Dudley's actions.

"He's asleep," Harry said back at him, annoyed.

"He's boring," Dudley grumbled under his breath, as he moved on. Vernon only nodded as he followed Dudley to the next exhibit.

"Sorry about him," Harry continued, looking apologetically at the snake. "He doesn't understand what it's like, lying there day after day, watching people press their ugly faces in on you."

To his surprise, the snake moved and turned to look at him. "Can you hear me..." Harry asked softly. The snake hissed softly and nodded.

"it's just..I've never talked to a snake before..." Harry said. "Do you..you know...talk to people often..?" This time the snake shook his head, hissing again.

Looking back at the others, he noticed them still engrossed in the other Exhibits. Leaning in closer he continued his conversation. "You're from Brazil aren't you? How is it there," Harry questioned. The snake hissed and jerked his head in the direction of the sign. It read: "Bred in Captivity."

"I see," Harry said sympathetically. "That's me as well, I never knew my parents either."

Suddenly he was interrupted by a scream of delight from Dudley. "Mummy, Daddy, Come quick, you won't believe what this snake is doing," he yelled as he elbowed Harry out of the way and pressed his face against the glass.

Harry glared at Dudley in anger as he landed on the floor. Suddenly, the glass disappeared and Harry blinked in shock. Dudley fell face forward into the Snake exhibit.

Harry crept a few inches backward as the snake slowly made its way out of the exhibit and looked at Harry. "Thanksss Amigo," it hissed.

"Anytime," Harry said, surprised at the fact that he could understand what it was saying.

Suddenly screams of panic filled the air as more and more people realized that the snake had gotten out. Dudley got up and tried to make his way out of the exhibit as well, before banging into the glass. He screeched in panic as he realized the glass was back. "Mummy, Daddy," he screamed.

"Dudley!" Vernon screamed as they noticed the boy trapped inside of the glass exhibit. "Get my boy out of here," Petunia screamed. Vernon meanwhile, glared suspiciously at Harry, who immediately stopped laughing and looked on in silence.

An hour later, the team from the zoo had broken the glass and gotten a wet shivering Dudley out of the exhibit. Making their way home, Petunia took Dudley right to bed. As they went up the stairs, Vernon turned towards Harry and pushed him roughly against the wall. "WHAT HAPPENED THERE," He screamed angrily, pulling Harry's hair.

"I don't know, ok?" Harry screamed in pain. "I swear, I don't know. One minute the glass was there and then it wasn't, It was like magic!"

Uncle Vernon grabbed Harry by the back of his shirt and dragged him towards the cupboard. He pushed Harry inside and locked the door. "There is no such thing as magic," He said in a dangerously low voice, before closing the light vent, enveloping the cupboard in darkness.

Teleporter: "Hi, me is back!"

Me: "Uhhh, who are you-"

Teleporter: "I'm Time Skip Jr. in disguise"

Me: "Oh right, didn't recognize you with that- " *looks incredulously* "What in the world are you wearing"

Teleporter: "Tis my new superhero costume!"

Me: "Right, anyway, take us to New York, Percy Jackson's place"

Teleporter: "Ok! There you go, come back again soon!"

Jackson Residence

"Percy?" A voice called from the kitchen of a small two-room apartment home. This voice belonged to Sally Jackson, Percy's mom. "Time to get up, Percy," She called again.

"Just 5 minutes mom," came a muffled reply from the bedroom.

"I've made your favorite blue cookies," Sally called. "If you don't come now, I'll have to finish them all myself. "

Percy was up and out of bed in a flash. "Blue cookies?" He said with excitement. Blue cookies had been a running joke in the family for years. One day, Percy's stepfather, Gabe Ugliano had gotten into an argument with Sally about how there was no such thing as blue food. Ever since then, Sally had gone out of her way to make her food blue. It didn't hurt that her son's favorite color was blue either. At the mention of his mother's blue cookies, Percy finally got out of bed and ran into the kitchen still in his pajamas as his mom pulled a piping hot tray of cookies out of the oven.

Percy's mouth started watering at the sight of the cookies. He reached out to grab one, but his mom moved the tray away. "Nuh-uh," she said. "Go brush your teeth first."

Percy grumbled but dragged himself over to the bathroom sink to brush. After finishing he ran back into the kitchen, where his mother had piled his plate high with mini blue pancakes and a few cookies to the side. In many ways, Percy Jackson was just like his father. They both shared the same raven black hair, the same sea green eyes, and their love of blue things.

"Let's eat," Sally said happily as she made another plate for herself.

She was just about to dig in when another voice called, "Hey Sally, where's my beer." A fat balding man strode through the doorway and into the living room. He seated himself on the couch and brought his feet up onto the coffee table, looking at Sally expectantly.

"It's in the fridge," Sally said in a tone which said, "you should know this."

"So what," Gabe said. "It's just supposed to walk out of the fridge and magically come into my hands?" Gabe questioned.

Sally smiled apologetically and started to get up from the dining room table before Percy grabbed her hand. "Just let him get it himself," he whispered to her. "Let him get his lazy butt off the couch for once."

"It's ok, Percy," Sally said. "I'll get it for him."

"But mom," Percy argued. "You don't need to do all this for him, It's not like he even values it."

"Sally, didn't you get the hint?" Gabe yelled from the couch. "Get me my beer!"

"Coming dear," Sally said. She gave Percy a quick smile before slipping her hand out of his. "Here's your beer," she said, handing the chilled can over to Gabe. Gabe smirked and smacked her as she made her way back to the table.

"Mom, why do you let him treat you like that," Percy whispered to her.

"Percy, I owe him a lot," Sally said. "He's been good to us in ways that you won't understand."

"You're right, I don't understand," Percy said. He snuck a glance at Gabe. He could feel his anger rising as he saw his ugly stepfather lounging on the couch drinking his beer after another night of gambling away Sally's money. That was all Gabe was good for. He would take money from Sally and spend it all on beer and gambling with his friends. Percy felt his anger rise. Suddenly, the can in Gabe's hand shattered, showering the room with beer and pieces of aluminum.

"OWWW," Gabe screamed as a few shards pierced his skin, drawing blood. Percy smirked to himself. He felt himself start to cool down as he saw the cuts on Gabe's hand. He looked questioningly at Sally, asking her silently if this was his doing,

Percy was used to this type of stuff happening around him when he got upset. Once in preschool, a bully had pushed him from behind, causing Percy to skin his knees on the concrete floor. He had felt a sudden rush of anger. When he had calmed down and looked around, the bully's knees had the exact same cuts as Percy's, but Percy could not recall even touching him.

Another time, a man had tried to make a move on his mother in the nearest grocery store. Again he had let his emotions take control. Immediately his mother led him out of the store, but as he turned back to take a look at the man, he saw him face down on the floor unconscious.

Percy had no explanations for these events, but every time he got upset, something seemed to happen. He had asked his mother about it multiple times, but she had always told him that it was just a coincidence. Percy didn't believe it. Coincidences could happen once. Maybe even twice. But definitely not as many times as they had happened with him.

He was shaken out of these thoughts by Gabe's screeches. "Boy, get me some bandages," Gabe screamed at him. Percy groaned under his breath, but got up and brought the bandages over to Gabe. He hated being in such close proximity to him. Gabe wreaked of moldy garlic pizza covered in unwashed gym shorts, which had also led to Percy's nickname for his stepfather: Smelly Gabe.

Leaving the bandages next to Smelly Gabe, Percy retreated to the sink retching. Sally, who had gone to get a wet cloth, was now wiping away the blood from Gabe's cuts, who was staring suspiciously at Percy, as though he too felt that Percy had caused this.

"Get me another can, boy," Gabe snarled.

"Get it yourself," Percy said, glaring back at him.

Gabe looked at him angrily. "What did you say to me, you little punk," He screamed.

He was about to lunge at Percy, when Sally broke in and said, "I'll get it, don't worry." She walked back to the fridge and got another chilled beer for Gabe. This time Percy managed to keep his anger in control. The can of beer didn't explode. Gabe took a long swig from the can before leaning back on the couch as Sally and Percy quietly backed away into Percy's room.

"Mom, What is going on," Percy asked her again. Sally sighed. "Look, mom, I know that these aren't just coincidences. How does this happen," Percy pressed.

"Honey, I can't tell you everything right now," Sally said sadly. "I promise you will know the truth soon. Sooner than you imagine."

"This has been happening for years," Percy said, throwing his hands up in frustration. "When am I finally going to be told what the problem is."

"Soon, Percy," Sally promised. "J-Just trust me, ok? As soon as you turn 11..."

"What? What's going to happen when I turn 11," Percy questioned. "Mom, come on," He said.

"Percy, it's only a few more days," Sally said, forcing a smile. "You'll know everything soon."

"Ok fine," Percy said, giving in. "But no excuses after that," He said pointedly.

"Of course not," Sally promised.

"Good," Percy said, giving her a smile. He couldn't wait for his birthday. He was dying to know what his mother was hiding from him.

Authors Note:

YAYYY Chapter 4 is done. This chapter is kinda meh. The stuff about Harry is pretty similar to chapter two from the actual book as well. I did make some changes, add a few details, remove some things, but aside from that a lot of it is the same.

You may have noticed that I have tried to include things from both the books and the movies including similar dialogue and stuff as well. Anyway, the thing with Percy I kind of took the intro from the first PJO movie and added some of my own things to it (Percy and Harry are both 10 here by the way, just a few days from turning 11)

Anywayyyy, I hope you enjoyed this, take care, cya all next time, keep reading, remember to follow, favorite. and review, thankssss! :DDD