Disclaimer: I'm too young to be Rowling, so Harry Potter sadly cannot be mine…

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AUNT PETUNIA COMPLAINS ABOUT HARRY

sSs

July 23rd, 1991

Three days before the first Hogwarts letter reaches Harry Potter in Privet Drive no 4, Surrey.

Aunt Petunia complains about Harry

"Harry!"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?"

"Where is your stuff?! You promised me that you would bring it to me yesterday!"

"I… er… I don't know what to pack, Aunt Petunia…"

The aunt just sighed.

"Your Uncle Res left you a box; it should be enough for the most of your stuff."

"But…"

"Just pack, Harry" the aunt sighed. "It's just for a few days – don't worry if you miss something. As long as the most of your stuff is in the box it should be enough."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia!" Harry replied and returned to his room. He took out the box Res had provided and just threw in everything in his wardrobe and every other thing he could see that was on his floor or his desk.

"What about…?"

"Your Uncle Res will come later today. He promised me that he will clean out your room." Aunt Petunia replied. "Your furniture will be cleaned out by him. He promised to return them looking slightly different in a few days."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia!"

It took Harry twenty minutes to clean out his whole room and to bring down the box he had filled with his things.

"Where…?"

"Just stuff it in the cupboard under the stairs. There is a cot in there. Res brought it yesterday and helped me to put it there. Do you want to use it or…?"

"I may? Really?!" Harry asked exited. "So… I am allowed to sleep in the cupboard?"

"Just for a few days, boy" Uncle Vernon said, while sitting in the living room, watching TV. "I cannot understand how you and Dudley could plead with your uncles for more than three month just to be allowed to sleep in this bloody cupboard!"

"Language, Vernon!"

"Nothing but the truth, Petty, my dear."

"Still…"

"When will Res be here?" Uncle Vernon interrupted.

"In a few minutes" Aunt Petunia answered. "He promised to bring the others."

"So tonight…"

"I won't cook, when I'm lucky" Aunt Petunia answered while opening the cupboard door so that Harry could stow away his things.

"Yes!" this was Dudley, dancing around the table. "What will he cook? I hope we'll have his stew! I could die for this stew!"

"Dudley!" Aunt Petunia reprimanded. "You cannot hope for stew every time…"

"Of course I can, mommy!" Dudley interrupted her grinning. "And don't tell me you wouldn't die for uncle Rus' cooking!"

Harry just rolled his eyes and sat down in his cupboard.

"I hope the letter will be late" he said as if he did not care about anything else. In reality he was hoping for his uncle's cooking as well – not that his aunt or he himself couldn't cook, but his uncle Rus…

'As long as Uncle Vernon or Dudley don't enter the kitchen again…' he thought to himself. Both of them had been banned from the kitchen after Uncle Vernon had managed to burn vegetable soup and Dudley had managed to let one of the pots explode. No, these two were definitely not allowed in the kitchen at all!

At that moment Harry could see Dudley rolling his eyes over his previous words. He knew that his cousin knew that Harry was also dying for his uncle's cooking, but neither commented on it.

In that moment the door opened and a man entered, followed by two others who were looking like each other's mirror image.

"I hope you…" Aunt Petunia started.

"We weren't seen" the man replied.

"Guess what?!" another of the three piped up – he always was the most cheerful, contrary to his mirror image who was quite serious. "There will be stew for dinner!"

"Yay!" and with that the adults just rolled with their eyes while Dudley danced around the table again.

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A few days after

From three places all over Britain

A discussion via letters – or something like that at least

Dear Caspet,

Everything's prepared. You and the rest of your family can finally flee Privet Drive and the constant letters if you want to. I did everything so that your flight looks like a desperate move.

Your brother

R.A.

P.S.: The idiot brother asks if you will visit after everything's back to normal again. I think he's lonely…

SsSsSsSsSs

I'm definitely not an idiot.

Sincerely

Rissy-Ris-Ris

SsSsSsSsSs

But you definitely felt addressed by it, drama queen.

P.T.

SsSsSsSsSs

Shut up, boy!

Rissy-Ris-Ris

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The discussion ended with another chase through the streets of London.

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Well, that's it for today. 'Till next time.