Hello everybody, InfinityZero1 here! I'M ALIVE! I had finals/midterms. I think I did well.

I'll go entirely with the book this time around instead of going with the movie.

I plan to finish this book in the normal 2,500 word/ 20 chapter format but I wish to end it after summer finishes. That'll probably be hard since this book is a little bit longer than HPSS and school gets harder each year.

Please take care of me through the year to come! BTW thanks for getting rid of your follow, making me have 159 follows again *I'm lmao right now*. I love you all.


Like Yesterday

Harry's Birthday, Dursley's Residence

Harry's snores engulfed his room on the second floor until a stream of light which shone through the window hit his face. He opened his eyes slowly before blinking them a few times. He soon looked at the sunrise in the window and questioned himself.

"Shoot, did I really… uh-" Harry spoke to himself.

"HARRY," A man yelled from downstairs, "WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

Harry's eyes widened and he grabbed his circular glasses from his bedside table. He quickly shifted his gaze to his snowy white owl, Hedwig, in her cage and noticed that she was squawking and furiously pecking at her food bowl. There was nothing in there.

"I-I'm sorry, Hedwig, I'll go and make them buy some food later, I promise!" Harry said fervently to the bird.

Hedwig just looked at him with a gloomy gaze before trying to use her talons to pry open the cage door, again.

Harry switched out of his blue and white striped pajamas into an oversized maroon sweater and a pair of black pants. Even with a belt which went around Harry's tiny frame three times, the black pants were still sagging.

"HARRY, WHERE ARE YOU?" Vernon called, "I WANT MY GODDAMNED EGGS!"

The black haired kid cringed while he flew down the steps and into the dining room.

"I'm here… I'm here," Harry breathed, as if he had run a marathon.

His extended family were all there at the oak wood table, waiting for them to be served.

Vernon Dursley sat next to his wife, Petunia, and was reading a newspaper. The chair that he was sitting on was barely holding his weight and whenever he shifted on it, Harry would swear that he'd heard a cracking sound. He wore a tailored tan suit and had a large mustache on his face.

Petunia wore an expensive green dress that went to her knees which went along with her black heels. Her hair had been curled the night before and were resting stiff on her head. Her boney and horse-like face stood out more because of the use of red lipstick and dark eyeshadow. She glared at Harry when he made his way into the kitchen.

Dudley, the fat little bastard, was sitting at the table impatiently, his leg had been bouncing up and down-sometimes hitting the table. He also wore an expensive suit, this time red though. You could see his white undershirt buttons nearly popping off.

Harry walked to the kitchen and grabbed the spatula and a plate. He gathered up some eggs and bacon before setting down the plate in front of Vernon.

"Here you go, Mr. Dursley," Harry said in an unemotional tone.

It generally played out the same with each person. After feeding his family at the table, Harry only had a few scraps of bacon and egg left. He decided to keep half of it for Hedwig and debated stealing some food from the fridge later.

"Harry," Vernon's voice came from the table, "we'll be having important guests this afternoon for a deal of mine."

Harry placed his plate down onto the table, sat down in the chair next to Dudley, and pushed it in. He mindlessly put the food in his mouth as he listened in on Vernon.

"The Masons will be walking in that door once noon comes. Petunia?" Vernon questioned, "Where will you be?"

"I'll be waiting in the lounge, ready to escort them to the living room."

"Dudley?"

"I," Dudley said in a royal voice, "Will be opening the door for them and taking off their coats and hats."

Vernon's, Petunia's, and Dudley's gazes all focused in on Harry who was still eating his eggs.

"What," Vernon said in a disgusted voice, "will you do?"

Harry shifted his gaze up from his meal to Vernon. And while looking at him straight in the eyes, said, "I will be in my room on the second floor doing nothing to disturb your party."

Vernon's eyes glistened, "Correct."

When Vernon and Petunia began getting candles around the living room, Harry knew that he should go up to his room.


FLASHBACK

Harry's own personal space had been Dudley's personal playroom the year before. It used to be full with race cars, toy boats, rubber duckies, and stuffed animals. Dudley, though, had a small rebellious stage when Harry was at Hogwarts and decided that his eleven year old self was too old for race cars. Vernon and Petunia, wanting only for 'their little pumpkin' to be happy, took out all of the things he didn't want and sold them at a yard sale.

Harry came along and he had brought many things back from Hogwarts and everything didn't fit in his bedroom, also known as closet underneath the stairs, anymore. Vernon had reluctantly helped in moving his suitcases to the top of the stairs four months or so ago. It played out desirably, until he saw the broom.

"WHY THE HELL IS THIS-" Vernon signaled to the broom, "IN MY HOUSE!?"

Harry jolted when he'd heard that voice.

He ran down the stairs, careful not to trip on his suitcases, and looked at his uncle.

"My broom? I-It's just an ordinary broom…" Harry trailed off with a fake smile.

"No it is not," Vernon seethed, "who in their right mind would name a broom 'Nimbus 2000' and also, you didn't leave the house with this before. Along with that stupid bird as well."

Harry looked guiltily at Hedwig, his snowy owl, who was squawking and biting the metal bars in her cage.

"Her name is Hedwig, Vernon," Harry said underneath his breath, "and she's an owl."

Long story short though, the Nimbus 2000 went into the closet under the stairs and Vernon was very angry with Harry. Like always.


FLASHBACK END

Harry's Room

Harry shut the door behind him and took a deep breath. He let it out as he walked to Hedwig's cage and grabbed some egg and bacon out of his pocket before placing it on the feeder in Hedwig's cage.

"I'm sorry for not getting you that much, Hedwig," Harry confessed, "They would've berated me if I went back to the fridge for seconds."

Harry watched as the snowy white owl feverishly pecked at the few morsels in the bowl before he leaned back in his chair.

"Ahhh… this is the best twelfth birthday ever, right Hedwig? I haven't gotten any letters all summer from my friends, no presents, nor a 'happy birthday'."

"Happy birthday to you, Mr. Potter."

"Oh, thanks, Hedwig," Harry responded.

Harry did a double take. 'Did Hedwig just speak?' The boy looked back to his bird in its cage, still eating the bacon.

"Did I say something wrong, Mr. Potter?"

Harry snapped his head towards his bed. His eyes grew alarmed when he saw a stout, green colored, house elf.

"W-What are you doing here?" Harry exclaimed.

"Dobby's name is Dobby, he is a house elf who serves his master," the creature explained.

"I'm really sorry, Dobby," Harry said, "but I cannot have guests at this hour. The Masons are coming over and I need to be quiet. I already got in trouble earlier by messing around with Dudley."

"This matter which Dobby has with you is very important but Dobby must say how amazed he is to be in your presence."

"It's completely okay," Harry said, "Would you like to sit down when explaining?"

Dobby's large eyes widened even more. "S-Sit? Sit down?" Dobby tested the words in his mouth.

Dobby's eyes started gathering tears around them and he grimaced as he wailed and screamed.

Harry stood up from his chair. "Dobby, did I disturb your feelings? Please be quiet!"

Dobby's hand headed towards Harry's bedside lamp.

"What, what're you doing?" Harry exclaimed when he too reached for the lamp.

"Dobby *BANG* must *BANG* punish *BANG* himself *BANG* for *BANG* acting *BANG* incorrectly!"

Harry jumped across the room to stop the house elf from hitting himself. He put his hands around the lamp's bottom and pried it out of Dobby's hands. Harry looked in disgust at the creature before putting the lamp back into its rightful spot on the nightstand.

"WHY'D YOU DO THAT?!" Harry exclaimed, his voice making Hedwig's cage rattle.

"I'm supposed to," the house elf explained while wiping its nose with its pillowcase clothing.

*Stomp Stomp*

Harry took a few deep breaths, Vernon.

"Please don't do that again," Harry pleaded. "Why would you get sad because of me saying, 'sit down'?"

"Dobby has never met a nice wizard, sir," Dobby explained, "House elves are meant to serve, we do the dishes, clean laundry, and nearly everything else."

Dobby grabbed his pillowcase romper and blew his nose in it.

"That's disgusting," Harry bluntly said, "Why do you even wear that thing?"

"It's the mark of a house elf's enslavement, if our masters grant us an article of clothing, it means that we are free. I was given this when I was maybe a one year old."

Harry breathed out once more. "What do you need from me, then?"

"Mr. Potter, you must not go to Hogwarts this year," Dobby said, looking Harry straight in the eyes.

"What? What do you mean that I can't go to Hogwarts? It's where all my friends go. It's my home!" Harry said.

"Really?" Dobby questioned, "Are friends really friends if they don't mail you letters or say 'happy birthday' to you on your birthday?"

"They're my friends," Harry intervened. "I- wait. What do you mean? How do you know they didn't mail me anything?"

Dubby gained a pleading and merciful look in his eyes which made Harry catch on instantly.

"You, you took all my letters?" Harry deduced.

Dobby nodded as he took out a large batch of letters held together by a rubber band from inside his pillowcase romper.

"Give me those!" Harry lunged to grab the letters from Dobby's hand.

Dobby jumped back and Harry missed.

"I won't give them to you, not unless you say that you aren't going to Hogwarts this year."

Harry looked sternly at the house elf. "I'm going to Hogwarts. Didn't you hear me say that it's my home?"

Dobby creeped closer and closer to the bedroom door.

"Just give them back to me!" Harry said once more.

Dobby jumped off the bed and landed with a large thud which was heard by the Masons and Vernon downstairs.

Harry yelled his threat and Dubby dodged, time and time again. Vernon's footsteps were heard walking up the stairs.

'NoNoNONONONO!' Harry thought.

The boy slid, face first, on his carpet to grab the foot of the house elf. He dangled him upside down as he threw him into his closet. Harry could care less about the letters at the moment. Vernon would KILL him if he'd see a magical being in his house.

Harry could hear the locks on the other side of the door being undone.

"What the bloody hell are you doing in here?!" Vernon seethed in a whispering voice.

Harry noticed his closet door opening slightly. He put a hand to close it shut.

"Nothing, sir," Harry replied with a forced smile on his face.

Harry put his hand to the door.

"It's obviously not 'nothing'," Vernon said, "There's been this bloody racket going on for two minutes straight!"

Harry put his hand to the door.

"You messed my golfing joke up! This is a very big deal in my career. I do not want you to mess this up for me."

Hand to the door.

"Fix that damn door!"

*SQUAWK*

"Shut that bird up." Vernon slammed the bedroom door.

Harry breathed a sigh of relief as he put his back on the closet door.

"Thank god…"

Dobby began to forcefully kick down open the door from the inside. Harry was pushed out of his position and fell face first into his carpet.

When Harry got up and wiped his nose to check for bleeding, the house elf named Dobby rushed out and went down the stairs.

"Oh, no you don't," Harry said while still on the ground.

Harry quickly got up and barrelled down the stairs. He noticed Dobby waiting in the hallway in front of the kitchen, eyeing a large pink cake.

Harry quietly stepped closer to Dobby, he didn't want to alert the Dursleys from his appearance.

"Dobby, stop right now. Please! I will get into heaps of trouble if you do that."

Dubby discarded the letters into his pocket as he held his other hand up.

"Wingardium Leviosa," Dobby chanted.

"NoNoNoNONONO!" Harry whisperscreamed.

As the cake began floating in the air, Harry tiptoed runned to stop the cake. On his way there, he pushed himself onto Dobby. The spell didn't break.

The cake was now floating through the living room, heading to Mrs. Mason's head.

Just when Harry had his hands one inch away from the cake, it fell.

"HARRY POTTTTTEEEERRRRRRR!" Vernon screamed.


GG mes amis. That's to be the beginning of HPCS. I've really been off track and too busy to update. I HEAR YOUR CALLS THAT THIS COULD BE WRITTEN MORE MATURELY. I PROBABLY SHOULD'VE PUT THIS INTO THE K+ SECTION BUT I PLAN TO HAVE DEATH LATER ON (like in actual HP). I'll try better in the future.

I made my first YOI fic. It's complete crap though (It's a crack fic) if you'd like that.

I'm going to sound like a fujoshi fangirl for a moment but really, even if you are as straight as an arrow, you'd like Yuri! On ice.

Don Vanetti

Mom's spaghetti.

If you want a revenge story anime that's new, I recommend "91 Days".

Je t'aime.

Have a good day, night, birthday, morning, weekend.

Bye.