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Chapter One: The Letters

The sound of letters falling through the letterbox was the signal for the daily shout. Well, daily apart from Sunday's. "Boy! Go and get those letters!"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon" squeaked the small bespectacled boy with scruffy, black hair.

Harry James Potter jumped down from the table and ran to the hall. He picked up the letters and quickly looked through them. Vernon Dursley, looks like a bill. Vernon Dursley, another bill. Vernon Dursley, looks like a work invitation. Dudley Dursley, some sort of letter. Petunia Dursley, a woman's magazine of some sort. Harry stopped. The bright green lettering on this letter made him completely forget about all the others. Mr. Harry James Potter, The Cupboard Under The Stairs, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

"BOY! THOSE LETTERS HAD BETTER BE HERE IN THE NEXT FIVE SECONDS!" Harry quickly went back into the kitchen and gave Uncle Vernon the letters. "What took you so long? Were you checking for letter bombs?" He laughed at his own joke.

Harry sat down and opened his letter. As he was pulling the letter out of the envelope, Dudley snatched the letter out of his hands and screamed. "MUM, DAD! HARRY'S GOT A LETTER! SOME WEIRDO SENT HARRY A LETTER!" He shoved it under his father's obese chin.

Vernon took the letter from his son and dropped the rest onto the table. No one noticed that Petunia took more than just her magazine. Vernon read the letter silently. His eyes bulged out and he passed it to Petunia. "Dudley got one too." Dudley and Vernon looked at Harry in shock. Petunia looked horrified that Harry had noticed it.

Vernon looked through the letters on the table. "No, he didn't."

Harry frowned. "I definitely saw one. 'Mr Dudley Donald Dursley, The Second Biggest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive.' It was definitely there." Harry started to check under the table.

Vernon turned to Petunia. "Petty? Was there a letter?"

Petunia sighed. "Boys, leave the room."

Dudley took offence to this. "NO! If there's a letter for me I want to read it! And the Freak's!"

Whilst Dudley had been talking, Petunia had given Vernon the letter and his face now resembled a fat tomato. "BOYS! GET OUT AT ONCE!" Both boys quickly did. The door slammed behind them.

Harry turned to Dudley. "That's the first time they've ever shouted at you." Dudley looked thoughtful for maybe the first time in his life. He quickly put his ear against the keyhole. Harry, realising what he was doing, put his ear against the crack at the bottom of the door.

"Petty, is our son a freak?"

"They only send these letters to freaks. But when Lily got her letter someone from that freak school came. Some Scottish bitch. She said that she came to explain magic to muggleborns. Muggle is their word for normal people. Muggleborns are freaks born to normal people. But if Duddikins is a freak... then maybe there was a mixup at the hospital? Maybe we got the wrong baby and the Scottish freak is going to a different house to tell them that their child is a freak? Because if a freak is born to decent people then she'd show up. And she's not here, so..."

"Maybe it's because we already know about freaks? After all, what's the point in telling someone who already knows about freaks that freaks exist? It would be like me telling you that my name is Vernon. You already know that, so it's pointless."

"Maybe if we ignore it they'll leave us alone?"

"Maybe."

Harry looked at Dudley. This was the first time he saw Dudley as a person and not a mindless bully. Dudley was blinking hard to stop Harry from seeing him cry. "I-I'm a freak?" His sadness turned to anger. "You. You made me a freak! You made me like you!"

Harry could see the danger. "I don't know what they meant. They mentioned magic and magic's not real, is it?" Dudley punched Harry in the face, muttering about freaks.

A few weeks passed, with everyone ignoring the increasing amounts of letters being sent to the house. Harry and Dudley kept trying to get one, so they could know why they were freaks. On the 31st July 1991, there was a knock at the door. "Boy. Get the door." Harry was already going before Uncle Vernon had finished speaking.

He opened the door and was shocked to see a very flamboyant Gandalf wearing shocking pink robes with a bizarre pattern. He had a beard that looked as though he had difficulty avoiding tripping over it. "Hello, may I speak with Mr and Mrs Dursley please?"

"Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia. There's someone here for you." The ostrich was the first to arrive, followed closely by the walrus and their son.

None of the Dursley's knew what to say. The stranger decided to break the ice. "My name is Professor Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. I have come to enquire why you haven't replied to my letters, are you not receiving them?"

The name Dumbledore let them know they were dealing with a freak. "Go away, you old faggot! We don't want to deal with the likes of you! We won't pay for The Boy to go to that Freak school of yours!"

"You don't have to," said Dumbledore calmly. "Hogwarts will cover all expenses if you can't afford Dudley's education."

The effect this had on the Dursley's was instantaneous. The two adult Dursley's were terrified at Dudley and Harry becoming aware of Dudley's freakishness, something they had been prepared to ignore. Dudley's face fell as someone confirmed what he'd heard his parents talking about. Petunia spoke this time. "Our son is not. A. F-FREAK!"

"I completely agree, Mrs Dursley." This surprised Vernon, Petunia and Dudley. "No one in this room is a freak."

"The Potter Brat you dumped on us is! Just like his parents!" Vernon's chins wobbled as he shouted.

Dumbledore looked sadly at Petunia. "I think Voldemort might be alive."

The effect this had on Petunia was obvious. She was terrified. "H-he is? How?"

"I strongly suspect he used the Dark Arts to survive his body's death. There are rituals that could bring him back to life. He would go after Harry. And Harry's last surviving family."

"Petty, is this 'Moldywart' the freak that killed your sister?" Petunia nodded. "Would we be at more risk with Dudley going to this school?"

Dumbledore answered. "No, Voldemort hates muggles. Voldemort is very similar to the muggle Adolf Hitler, if you replace Jews with Muggles or Muggleborns. Can we talk about this away from the children? Not all of it will be appropriate for eleven year olds to hear."

"We can talk about it in the kitchen, I don't want my Duddikins to hear inappropriate things." Dudley scowled.

The adults went into the kitchen. The door shut and there was a locking noise. Dudley glared at a grinning Harry. "Don't say a thing," he warned. "I get the keyhole."

Dumbledore serenely glanced over his glasses at the Dursley's. "Well, what do you want to know?"

Vernon went right in. "I want to know why you Freaks didn't tell us that the Potter brat would turn our precious Dudders into a Freak!"

Before Dumbledore could respond, Petunia did. "It doesn't work like that Vernon. If it did, Lily's magic would've turned me into a witch. It didn't, though I wanted it to."

This stunned Vernon for a bit. "You, you wanted to be a witch?"

Petunia smiled ruefully. "When they got told Lily was a witch, my parents were overjoyed. They were proud to have a witch in the family. They spent even less time with me than they already did. I thought they loved Lily more. I destroyed my relationship with my sister because of it." Her eyes filled with regret. "That's not going to happen with Dudley." She looked determinedly at Vernon. "If we let Dudders go to Hogwarts, we have to stop calling witches and wizards freaks."

Vernon looked shocked. "Of course. If we called them freaks then Dudley'd think we included him in that. Alright, Dumbledore. You mentioned that Moldywank was wizard Hitler. Do a lot of people support him?"

Dumbledore looked down sadly. "Unfortunately, the wizarding world is not without its bigotry. The majority of Pureblood supremacists are Slytherins. Which is the House I fear your son will be placed in."

"Can't you just put him in a different house?"

"I'm afraid not, Mr Dursley. Your Hogwarts House is chosen by the Sorting Hat. It belonged to Godric Gryffindor, one of the schools Founders. Each of the Founders put a bit of their personality into it, so they could ensure that the students placed in their House would be the type of students they would have chosen. I play no part in the Sorting."

Both Dursley's were concerned at this. "Are there any teachers who work with the Slithering students?"

"Each House has a Head of House. The Head of Slytherin made a mistake many years ago that he would like to repent for. I feel confident that he will try to protect Dudley without revealing that he is."

The Dursley's were confused. "Why wouldn't he reveal that he is protecting Dudley from bullies?"

"Because if Voldemort returns, Severus will be my spy in his organisation."

Petunia snapped her head round at the familiar name. "Severus? As in Severus Snape? Lily's friend?"

Dumbledore glanced at Petunia. "Why, yes. Though they weren't friends at the end of Lily's life."

Petunia frowned. "Why not? Don't get me wrong; I didn't like him and I'm glad Lily stopped being friends with him, but why weren't they friends?"

Dumbledore sighed. "Severus was being bullied by a man who had yet to grow up. Lily tried to get this man to stop and Severus lashed out in anger. He called Lily a mudblood, which is a derogatory term for muggleborn. I fear Dudley will hear quite a lot of it. Professors will punish anyone who is heard using it."

Vernon looked thoughtful. "Do you people use our post?"

Dumbledore turned to Vernon. "No. We use owls to communicate."

Vernon was shocked. "Owls?"

"Yes, we write letters and give them to an owl. The owl then flies to the recipient and they receive the letter. I'm aware that you aren't fully comfortable with the existence of magic, so I will arrange a mutual acquaintance of ours to deliver them."

Vernon was suspicious. "Mutual acquaintance?"

"Mrs Figg is a squib. That is, a non magic person born to two magical people."

"Oh, so the opposite of a muggleborn?" Vernon asked, using his limited experience of magic to explain this.

"Precisely. Oh, you will have a large backlog of money you should have been receiving for raising Harry."

Vernon's mouth went dry. "What?"

"Lily and James Potter left a vault of money to be used by whoever raised Harry. It is intended to be used for raising Harry. You would have had access to it by going to Diagon Alley. Which is where you'll have to go to buy the boys school equipment."

"How do we get there?"

"At Charing Cross Road in London there is a pub called the Leaky Cauldron. It can only be seen by muggles if they are touching a witch or wizard. I will meet you there tomorrow and you will be let in."

Then Vernon realised a potential problem. "We've already arranged for Dudley to go to Smeltings Academy."

"Write to them and inform them that Dudley has been allowed a place in an exclusive Private School in Scotland and that you regretfully must remove him from their school. Oh, before I go, I should warn you. Harry is a little bit famous due to Voldemort dying after trying to kill Harry." Both Dursley's were shocked. "I bid you adieu." He opened the door and two inquisitive children fell into the kitchen. "Oh, yes. I put up sound proofing spells to prevent eavesdropping. Have a nice day."

1st August 1991, 10:35 AM

"So, when you two see a pub called 'The Leaky Cauldron', I want Harry to hold my hand and Dudley to hold Vernon's."

After a short walk down Charing Cross Road, Harry's hand grabbed his Aunt Petunia's. Dudley looked surprised and looked around. "Where is it? I can't - oh, there it is." His hand then grabbed his dads hand. Vernon saw a broken down shop turn into an old fashioned pub.

"Well, I'll be damned." The Dursley's and Harry entered the pub. They looked around and saw Dumbledore in a corner with a drink.

They were about to step towards Dumbledore, when a voice called over to them. "Wotcha, do ya want aahhht ter Tiddley Wink?"

Vernon frowned. "Excuse me?"

The man rolled his eyes. "Do ya want a drink?"

Vernon answered the man behind the bar. "No, we've got to meet up with Dumbledore." Unfortunately, the man behind the bar was not blind.

"Bless me soul, it's 'arry Potter!" The effect this had on the room was electrifying. Everyone in the room stopped talking and turned to face their saviour. Dumbledore closed his eyes and sighed. The room surged towards Harry and everyone shook his hand.

The sixth man to approach Harry was different to the rest. He was drunk. Amycus Carrow was neither wealthy, nor politically powerful. This had been to his and his sisters advantage when Voldemort was defeated. No one realised they were Death Eaters. However, their lives were a lot worse now. No one was under his power. He only had his sister to keep him company in bed. This was his chance to destroy the bastard that ruined his life. "'Arry Potter. The Boy-'oo-Lived. You bastard! AVADA KED-"

Luckily for Harry, Dumbledore had gotten up to save him and the Dursley's from dealing with Harry's fans. Upon hearing the cuss word, he prepared to stun Carrow. He silently cast a very powerful Stupefy. Carrow' unconscious body was thrown into a beer tap. "I'm very sorry that happened. Our trip will have to be delayed whilst we wait for the Aurors to arrive." He realised that they didn't know what Aurors were. "Aurors are wizard police officers and soldiers rolled into one. Harry, Dudley and I will have to give statements." Dumbledore sent a silvery bird out of the pub.

Vernon frowned. "Why don't Petty and I have to give statements? And why are the police being called?"

Dumbledore's face took on an expression of distaste. "Because you're muggles. The wizarding world won't count you as reliable witnesses. Squibs are allowed to give evidence because they were raised to be wizards and are thought to have a better grasp of how the wizarding world works. Muggles are considered as little more than smart animals. And the spell that that man was saying was the Killing Curse. That was an attempted murder." The Dursley's and Harry were shocked into silence. A group of people wearing badges on casual clothes then entered the pub.

"What happened here, Dumbledore?" Asked a tall, black man with an earring.

"Yeah, what've you done now?" An overweight, balding man with greasy, black hair asked.

"Emil, I have done nothing wrong. Kingsley, Mr Carrow approached young Harry here and called him a bastard. He then attempted to cast the Killing Curse at Mr Potter. Halfway through the Curse, I non-verbally cast a powerful Stupefy. He was thrown into a beer tap."

The man behind the bar joined the conversation. "It's true, I'd asked 'arry Potter's family if they wanted aahhht ter Tiddley Wink. Upon realisin' that they were wiv 'arry Potter, I alerted the va va voom at large, by accident through me shock, that 'arry Potter was 'ere. People started ter shake Mr Potter's St. Martins-Le-Grand, until Carra came up and did wot Dumbledore said."

Auror Hostina looked at the man. "The fuck does that mean?"

"Oi, Kettle and 'ob your thumb-suckin' language, ya custard an' jelly Berkshire 'unt! There's children 'ere!" It was clear that no one understood what he'd just said. "Basically, old Dumble's was tellin' the truth."

The Aurors got statements from all of the people there, not realising that there were two muggles present, before taking Carrow to a ministry holding cell.

Dumbledore led Harry and the Dursley's out of the Leaky Cauldron. "I'm really sorry that had to be your introduction to the wizarding world. I'm even sorrier that I have to leave you now. I have some important business at Hogwarts to attend to. However, I will leave you in the capable hands of Hagrid. He will meet you in Gringotts after he's finished buying some items in Knockturn Alley. You will know who he is when you see him." Dumbledore tapped several bricks on a wall and it opened. The Dursley's and Harry entered Diagon Alley.

None of them said a word for two minutes and thirty-eight seconds. And forty-two milliseconds, if you want to get extremely precise. Petunia and Vernon were frozen by fear. Fear of the magic. All of the freaks wandering about, selling books on who knows what. At approximately two minutes ten seconds, the breathed in deeply. They had promised themselves that they could deal with it. For Dudley's sake. Whilst his parents came to terms with magic, Dudley stared in shock. None of the sights he saw were normal. He'd been raised to believe that normal was the only way to be. Anything that wasn't normal was to be looked down upon. But on the other hand, if he was a wizard, then he wasn't normal. Plus: that shop with that broomstick everyone was looking at looked pretty cool. He could see some balls next to the broom. If they had a sport, maybe he could play it! After all, he'd sitting down; how hard could it be to play this Quidditch? And was that a sweet shop? And an ice cream parlour?! Maybe he could get used to being a wizard. Harry was completely different. He was awestruck. All these colourful sights and smells! A wide grin split his face. He was home.

After Vernon and Petunia had gotten a hold of themselves, Vernon loudly exclaimed, "Right! Let's get on with it. This Hagrid fellow's supposed to be meeting us at Gringotts! Whatever that is. Let's not dawdle." Then he leaned down to Harry. "Cover that scar, boy. Otherwise we'll get all sorts of people talking to us and we might not have time to get everything." Harry quickly smoothed his hair down as well as possible, whilst Dudley asked if they could get ice cream. "If we have time and you're both good, we can get ice cream." They set off down the street.

Vernon had no idea where to find this Gringotts place. He noticed a square-jawed woman with a monocle running down the street and decided to ask her. "Excuse me, ma'am. Where could I find Gringotts?"

The woman shot him a look of annoyance that made him wonder if he was going to be turned into a frog. "Continue down the street, it's the big white building that says Gringotts Wizarding Bank. You can't miss it." With that, she ran off to wherever she was going to.

Vernon perked up a bit after hearing that Gringotts was a bank. Here was a bit of normality in the insanity of wizards. They quickly found the bank and entered it. Upon realising that the bank tellers were goblins, Vernon nearly had an aneurism. Not long after that, a man twice the size of Vernon entered the bank. "Excuse me, you wouldn't happen to be Hagrid, would you?"

The man grinned. "Dumbledore told yeh I'd be easily recognisable, huh?" The Dursley's and Harry nodded. The man now identified as Hagrid laughed. "Come on, let's get you some money out."

Vernon then questioned him. "Yes, I was wondering about that. I can't see any ATM's here?"

Hagrid looked back at Vernon. "ATM's? Are those those muggle things to get money off of plastic cards?" Vernon nodded. "They don' have those here. If you wan' to exchange money, yeh've go' ta bring in muggle money."

"You have your own currency?"

"Yeah, of course."

Petunia spoke up for the first time. "That man, Dumbledore, told us that we were allowed money to look after Harry. Would we be allowed to use some of that to pay for Dudley's school things? We won't be able to pay for it otherwise. We can use our own money to pay it back and we'll use our own money to pay for Dudley's stuff next year." It was clear to see that Vernon wasn't happy with having to pay the money back.

Hagrid was oblivious to Vernon's annoyance. "Dumbledore told me abou' tha'. He told me to tell yeh tha' you can use the money to spend on essentials for Harry, food, clothing, a bed, so on. He told me tha' yeh can also use it ta pay for yer sons school equipment. Shall we git going?" Hagrid took Harry down to the vaults to take some money out. Vernon and Petunia were worried for their safety. Obviously they didn't let Dudley go.

Hagrid suggested they get wands for Harry and Dudley first. Hagrid opened the door to the dusty shop for Harry and the Dursley's. Vernon looked around and couldn't see anyone. "Haven't these people ever heard of customer service?"

"Good afternoon." Everyone jumped. The shop shook from the combined weight of Hagrid, Vernon and Dudley landing on the floor.

"Hello," said Harry, awkwardly.

"Ah, yes. I've been expecting you Mr Potter. I remember when your parents came here to get their wands." The man smiled in reminiscence. "You mothers wand was ten and a quarter inches. Swishy, made of willow. It was good for charm work. Your fathers, on the other hand, was eleven inches. Made of mahogany. Pliable. A bit more powerful and magnificent for transfiguration."

Dudley felt left out. "I want my wand."

Mr Ollivander turned to Dudley, slightly disdainfully. Luckily, only Harry noticed. "Hmmm. I think I know precisely the wand for you." He pulled out a wand and gave it to Dudley. He immediately took it back. "Nope. No. I want to continue to live. How about this?" The next wand, chestnut with a dragon heartstring core, was declared perfect for him. He then proceeded to try many wands for Harry before he gave Harry the wand that was the brother of the one that gave Harry his scar.

Petunia declared they should get them uniforms next, so they could get a picture of them in their school uniforms. Everyone could tell that she only wanted one of Dudley, but wanted to be nicer to Harry. As they walked towards Madam Malkin's, Harry spoke up. "Hagrid... why aren't first years allowed brooms?"

Hagrid chuckled. "Tha's owin' ta yer father and his f- and another firs' year. Yer father brought a broom ta school. He was a bit o' a troublemaker. All the teachers liked him and were infuriated by him. I know McGonagall has claimed he's the reason she looks as ol' as she does. Er, don' tell her tha'."

"Why? What did my dad do?"

Hagrid smiled fondly. "Ev'rythin' it's possible ta do on a broom. Although, a couple o' red-headed twins managed ta ge' a broom inta Hogwarts in their firs' year." Hagrid started to tell them some details, when Petunia interrupted, stating that she didn't want Hagrid to give Harry any ideas.

When they entered Madam Malkin's, there was a girl with blonde hair being measured for her Hogwarts uniform. Harry and Dudley quickly began to get measured. The girl turned to them and started talking. "Hello, my names Susan."

Dudley was the more confident of the two. "Hello Susan. My name's Dudley and this is Harry. Where are your parents? I'm sure my mum and dad would like to speak to some of my class mates parents."

Susan's face took on a melancholy look. "They died in the war. I live with my auntie. She had to go to the Ministry to deal with a problem a drunk caused in the Leaky Cauldron." She looked resigned to her guardian leaving suddenly.

"Oh, sorry. That was my fault. Someone tried to kill me." The tailors stopped and everyone in the room stared at Harry.

Susan glanced at Harry's forehead. "You're Harry Potter," she observed. "Maybe the man who tried to kill you was a Death Eater!" She was getting excited. "My auntie always said she thought some got away! Maybe she can get some evidence to put some more in Azkaban!"

Vernon opened his mouth, but Petunia quickly explained that Azkaban was the wizard prison. At Susan's confused glance, Petunia explained that Vernon and her were muggles, but her sister was a witch and mentioned Azkaban. Vernon spoke. "Does your auntie wear a monocle?"

"Yes, I assume you saw her."

"Yes, she was running down the street towards the Leaky Cauldron. She looked like a respectable person."

Susan gave him a curious glance, but nothing more. "Well, can I tag along with you guys? My auntie will be busy with that man for quite a while and it would be good to have some friends before going to Hogwarts." Dudley confirmed that she could come with them to get their stuff. She was able to help them get their books, since she'd got them before going to get her uniform. Dudley convinced his parents to let him get several books on Curses. When they got to the potioneers, Dudley asked for a solid gold cauldron. Hagrid quickly pointed out that Snape would give him a hard enough time without a gold cauldron being thrown into the mix.

At the end of the day, Susan told Harry and Dudley that she'd look for them on the train and they said goodbye.