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

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ON THE RUN

sSs

July 30th, 1991

A few hours before Hagird found the Dursley family on the island

On the run

"Where will we flee to now, mommy?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia while looking around to be sure not to be heard.

"Great-uncle Alphart's Island" Aunt Petunia replied. "But don't think it will be a holiday, Dudders!"

"No, but an adventure!" the older child piped.

Harry snorted.

"And when we return I will be sleeping in the cupboard for a few days!" Dudley exclaimed.

"Dudley…" Aunt Petunia sighed.

"Harry was allowed, too!"

"We will discuss this as soon as Harry is found by one of those people" Aunt Petunia replied.

"Yes, mum."

"And don't forget we will still have to celebrate..."

"Yeah, yeah, I know, mum. Harry's birthday is tomorrow. I am not stupid."

"And I dare to say that Harry will not be with us to celebrate it," Aunt Petunia said. "I am quite sure that those people will come for him tonight."

"I understand, mum."

"Good."

After that there was silence for a while until Aunt Petunia spoke again.

"Harry – do you remember how to…"

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, rolling his eyes at his nervous aunt. "Don't worry. I have been trained by you and the uncles since I was three! I know what to do!"

"And when you are at school…"

"I know, Aunt Petunia!" Harry said sighing. "I hate every cunning person, I am a stupid, curious boy and if there is a way to find an adventure I will be in the middle of it."

"Harry!"

"What?" he replied. "It's true!"

His aunt just pinched her nose and shook her head.

"I swear you are exactly like your uncle!"

"Which one?"

"Harry! You know exactly who I am talking about!"

The answer was a smirk.

"I know and I am proud to be like him!"

The answer was just another sigh.

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A few days after

Letters that originated at Privet Drive – at least the first one did

About the awesomeness of Diagon Alley

Dear Uncle Ris,

Diagon Alley was awesome! The shops, the bank, the magic in the air! Absolutely awesome! Why did you never take me with you when you were going?! I really would have liked to go sooner if I had known how awesome Diagon Alley is! It's absolutely unfair that neither you nor the evil twin-uncle nor Uncle Res ever thought about taking me there before!

I decided that I want to live there. Forget about Auntie Caspet's house. Forget about your home or the evil twin-uncle's. I want to live in Diagon Alley! And you can't stop me! Ever.

May I come over for the rest of the holidays?

Love

Harry

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I thought you wanted to live at Diagon Alley, so why do you ask if you can come over to me?

Your nice twin-uncle

Rissy-Ris-Ris

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Because you live in London, stupid uncle! I can't go and live in Diagon Alley if I first have to run from Privet Drive! It's far easier to run from your home than from Auntie's.

Harry

SsSsSsSsSs

Alright. I'll talk to Caspet.

Your Uncle

Rissy-Ris-Ris

SsSsSsSsSs

Dear Dead Man Walking,

If I ever read an 'alright' again when one of your nephews plans to run away from home, please note that I'll stock my ingredients' cupboard with your disassembled body parts.

Sincerely

the definitely not related with you (– looking alike doesn't count!)

P.T.

P.S.: I told Caspet. Have fun!

SsSsSsSsSs

Dear Ris.

You are dead.

Sincerely

Your Big Sister

Petunia

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Ris definitely knew when he had to run for cover. To his utter regret he had just forgotten one important detail: he was the younger one. Caspet, also known as Petunia, knew him since birth – definitely not ideal if you had to hide from her.

Regrettably Caspet was a squib. So instead being found dissected and scatter all over the streets of London, Ris still could be healed after Caspet was finished with him by the family's own potion master – the 'evil twin', like the potion master was often called.

Harry was heartbroken.

His evil twin-uncle Rus just raised an eyebrow when he looked at him.

"You look grief-stricken," he annotated to Harry.

Harry looked at him.

"I hoped Auntie would kill him this time around," he said with big, fat, false tears in his eyes.

Ris chocked.

"You wanted to kill me?" he asked horrified.

"Of course! Why else would I have told you I wanted to run away to Diagon Alley?" Harry answered innocently.

"But… but… I'm still needed!"

"Don't worry, I wouldn't have missed you," Ris' twin Rus said. "Harry can have his go-ahead if he wants to try again."

Ris looked at Rus in betrayal.

Then he looked at Harry with tears in his eyes.

"You are exactely like your uncle," he said.

"Which one?" Harry asked and his smirk mirrored the smirk of the evil twin-uncle next to him.

Ris just groaned and buried his head in his hands.

"I should have raised you alone," he declared.

To his utterly regret, he was ten years too late with that realization.

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That's it for today. 'Till next time.