Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or GundamWing, they both belong to their respected owners, and I'm only borrowing them and please note some of the characters may be a little OOC as I'm not sure how to write them and what not.

Chapter 4

Flash Back:

One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs. Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley ...He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter - the boy who lived!"

"So this was the end of the first chapter, should I read the next chapter?" asked Fate waiting for everyone else to respond.

"I think we should take it in turns," said Hermione.

"That's a lovely idea Hermione, well Snape your next," said Fate handing a grumbling Snape the book.

"Fine then it can't hurt," Snape said as he opened the book by the second chapter.

End of Flash back:

Chapter Two: The Vanishing Glass

"Well that interesting," said Snape with amused tone.

"What? You finally figured out how to get the grease out of your hair?" Quipped Sirius.

"No you stupid mutt the name of the chapter," said Snape with voice dripping with venom.

"Now now children stop fighting and be good," said Fate with a stern look

"Fine," said Snape who then started to read.

Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephew on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that Fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bobble hats - but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby,

"Oh what a surprise that is," said Sirius sarcastically.

and now the photographs showed a large, blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a roundabout at the fair, playing a computer game with his father,

"A what?" asked nearly half of the group.

"A little device with games on it," Said Duo with a small chuckle at the dumfounded looks on the magic users faces.

being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too

At this many what could be taken as growls where heard from the pilots which made the wizards uncomfortable.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake, and it was her shrill voice which made the first noise of the day.

"Oh Joy's of having a banshee as an alarm clock," said Duo get a few very confused looks form the pilots.

"I'll explain after the chapter guys, don't sweat it," said Duo who notice the others had relaxed a little but Heero was being his cold hard self.

"Hn," was all that Duo heard him say.

"Up! Get up! Now!"

Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.

"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the cooker. He rolled on to his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorbike in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.

"You know I had that dream for about three years before I got my letter," said Duo with a faraway look on his face.

"Hey I remember you told me about that dream before," said Quatre with smile.

"Can we continue please?" said Snape with a sneer.

"Of course please continue Professor," said Duo in a fuck-off tone of voice.

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you up yet?" she demanded.

"Nearly," said Harry.

"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry groaned.

"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.

"Nothing, nothing ..."

"Umm Fate? I would put up a very good silencing charm on them in about three seconds or we will lose our hearing," said Duo who was trying to keep his ears away for Heero.

Dudley's birthday - how could he have forgotten? Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.

"HE WHAT!!" roared everyone in anger but then suddenly realized that there was no sound coming from them and they all turn and glared at the book and at Fate.

"When you have calmed down I will undo the charm, apart from Mr Snape you will all stay silence," Fate said with a nod to Snape to continue reading.

"When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had got the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.

Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to Harry, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise - unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favourite punch-bag was Harry,

"WHAT!!"

"Oh that is so it, when I get my hand's on her I am going to strangle her," said Quatre and Sirius at the same time.

'Don't do that again," said Wufei, he wouldn't let them know that it scared him.

"Hey we got our voices back!" said Ron in surprise while the pilots just looked at him with an 'I would of never of guessed' look.

"Yes but I will put the charm back up if you carry on," warned Fate with a glare.

"Yes Ma'am," said everyone apart from the pilots who just nodded their heads.

"but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.

"Yeah and don't we know it," said Towra with a chuckle.

."Oh shut it Towra, it was one time," said Duo who was slowly going very red.

"What happened?" asked Hermione as the other magic users paid more attention.

"Well there was this one time that we had to do something important and the only way we could do it if one of us was to dress as a girl and well Duo here got picked to do it," said Wufei with a grin on his face.

"Oh fuck off Wufei, you thought I was a girl until I told you who I was," said Duo with his own grin.

"Hey we all did apart from Heero," said Quatre.

"Hn," was all they got from Heero which made Duo smile even more while he hugged Heero.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.

This comment caused Heero to whisper something in Duo's ear and he turn red for the best part of ten minutes.

"He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was.

Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair and bright-green eyes.

"He wore round glasses held together by a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.

The only thing Harry liked about his appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead which was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember and the first question he could ever remember asking his aunt was how he had got it.

"You liked your scar?" asked Draco with a look of shock.

"I didn't know how I got it back then," said Duo with a sad tone causing Heero's grip to tighten on Duo.

"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "and don't ask questions."

Don't ask questions - that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.

Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.

"Slave labour!" muttered Remus and Sirius angrily while the others nodded and glared at the book.

"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.

"That will not help," Sirius said with a faraway look on his face while Remus just nodded sadly.

About once a week, Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut. Harry must have had more haircuts than the rest of the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair simply grew that way - all over the place.

"Just like his father," said Remus with a smile full of memories.

Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother. Dudley looked a lot like Uncle Vernon. He had a large, pink face, not muck neck, small, watery blue eyes and thick, blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel - Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

At that everyone burst out laughing hysterically and were now rolling on the ground with tears in their eyes even Heero and the other pilots gave a slight laugh .

Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile was counting his presents His face fell.

"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."

At that everyone stopped laughing and stared with unbelieving eyes at the book.

"He actually gets thirty-nine presents?"I don't get that," said Draco who was starting to find a new understanding and sense of remorse towards Harry.

"You bloody Dursley's, even Malfoy here doesn't get so spoiled like your pig of a child!" yelled Ron at the book.

"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy."

"He still refers to his parents as Mummy and Daddy?" asked Remus incredulously.

"Yeah I found it quite funny," said Duo with a small smile.

"All right then, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face.

"Spoiled brat," said Fate which caused everyone to look at her with shocked faces.

Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down his bacon as fast as possible in case Dudley turned the table over.

"Aunt Petunia obviously scented danger too, because she said quickly, "And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?"

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work.

Everyone laughed at this.

Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty ... thirty ..."

"Thirty nine, sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.

"Dear lord the child can't even count without help," muttered Snape, glad that at least his dunderheads could do basic things like count.

"Oh." Dudley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel. "All right then."

Uncle Vernon chuckled. "Little tyke wants his money's worth, just like his father. Atta boy, Dudley!" He ruffled Dudley's hair.

"Yeah he got that all right and the rest," said Duo in an angry tone

At that moment the telephone rang

and Aunt Petunia went to answer it while Harry and Uncle Vernon watched Dudley unwrap the racing bike, a cine-camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games and a video recorder.

He was ripping the paper off a gold wristwatch when Aunt Petunia came back from the telephone, looking both angry and worried.

"Bad news, Vernon," she said. "Mrs. Figg's broken her leg. She can't take him." She jerked her head in Harry's direction.

"HIS NAME IS HARRY YOU HORSE FACED BITCH!" shouted Heero which caused everyone to jump and Duo to fall from Heero's lap.

"H-Heero," Duo said in shock while the other's just looked at Heero speechless, where was their perfect soldier gone?

Dudley's mouth fell open in horror but Harry's heart gave a leap. Every year on Dudley's birthday his parents took him and a friend to, adventure parks, hamburger bars or the cinema. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away.

"They left you behind every year! The injustice," said Wufei with a snarl.

"Yeah they said the freak didn't deserve any treats," said Duo with a sad tone which caused Heero to make him face him and pull him into a loving kiss.

"Do not call yourself a freak ever again," growled Heero as he snuggled with Duo.

Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at all the cats she'd ever owned.

"Oh that sound like a world of fun," said Quatre in a sarcastic tone.

""Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this.

Harry knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs. Figg had broken her leg, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would be a whole year before he had to look at Tibbles, Snowy, My Paws and Tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

"Don't be silly Vernon, she hates the boy."

The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there - or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.

At that all of the magic users including Draco, yes Draco, conjingured a piece of parchment and a quill and started scribbling on it like mad. They would put their lists together after they were ready with the book, which caused the pilots to raise an eyebrow.

"What about what's-her-name, your friend - Yvonne?"

"On holiday in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer.)

Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled.

"Great idea," said Ron Draco and the pilots at the same time.

"Boys…" said Hermione.

"Sorry…" said Ron and Draco, the pilots just completely ignored her.

"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.

"I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Petunia slowly, "... and leave him in the car ..."

"That car's new; he's not sitting in it alone ..."

"As if it would kill you to be once nice to him," said Sirius.

Dudley began to cry loudly.

"Stupid cry Baby," said Towra as he snuggled with Quatre.

In fact he wasn't really crying, it had been years since he'd really cried, but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.

"Brat!" declared everyone in the room looking annoyed.

"Dinky Duddydums,

Everyone burst out laughing again at this, it was too funny. After a few minutes and everyone one calmed down they continued the book.

don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.

"What a mammy's boy…" said Snape with disgust.

"I ... don't ... want ... him ... t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge pretend sobs. "He always sp-spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.

"Oh Merlin," groaned Remus shaking his head "That boy could be another Crabbe or Goyle!"

Just then, the doorbell rang - "Oh, Good Lord, they're here!" said Aunt Petunia frantically - and a moment later, Dudley's best friend Piers Polkiss, walked in with his mother.

Piers was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat.

Duo, Remus and Sirius all glared at the book at the same time to the understanding of the magic user's and confusion of the pilots.

He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them.

"Yeah and I was the main target,' said Duo in a quite tone thinking that he wasn't heard but he was by the other pilots.

"Duo when we get out of here we are going to pay a visit to these relatives of yours," Wufei promised with the other pilot's agreement.

Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

"So it's only cool to cry in front of Mummy!" exclaimed Sirius, exchanging grins with the other boys.

Half an hour later, Harry, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo for the first time in his life.

His aunt and uncle hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before they'd left, Uncle Vernon had taken Harry aside.

"I'm warning you," he had said, putting his large purple face right up close to Harry's,

"Ugh…" everyone said as they suddenly felt sick.

"I'm warning you now, boy -

"HIS NAME HIS HARRY - YOU IDIOT!" bellowed Remus, Ron, Hermione and Sirius angrily as they started writing on his list again.

any funny business, anything at all - and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

Everyone suddenly heard a low growl and looked around to see Heero with a stone cold look on his face.

"Heero clam down there's nothing you can do now," said Duo giving Heero a loving kiss.

"I'm not going to do anything," said Harry, "honestly ..."

But Uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No ever did.

The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry and it was just no good telling the Dursleys he didn't make them happen.

"Accidental magic, perfectly normal," Remus said in professor mode.

Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barber's looking as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except for his fringe, which she left 'to hide that horrible scar'.

Dudley laughed himself silly at Harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and his Sellotaped glasses. Next morning, however, he had got up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off.

He had been given a week in his cupboard for this,

"THOSE BLOODY GITS!!" Ron and Sirius roared in anger while the others started scribbling on their lists again.

even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.

Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old jumper of Dudley's (brown with orange bobbles). The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a glove puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry.

Aunt Petunia had decided it must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.

"On the other hand, he'd got into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens.

Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usualwhen, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney.

The Dursley's had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them Harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he tried to do (as he shouted at Uncle Vernon through the locked door of his cupboard) was jump behind the big bins outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

But today, nothing was going to go wrong. It was even worth being with Dudley and Piers to be spending the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard or Mrs. Figg's cabbage-smelling living-room.

While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects.

"Doesn't he have someone other to complain about?" Remus asked.

"Dose he heck?" said Duo with a laugh.

This morning, it was motorbikes. "... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorbike overtook them.

"I had a dream about a motorbike," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."

Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beetroot with a moustache, "MOTORBIKES DON'T FLY!"

"Mine dose," said Sirius in a sing song voice making Duo laugh and the other pilots smile.

Dudley and Piers snickered.

"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even in a cartoon - they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with people. The Dursleys bought Dudley and Piers large chocolate ice-creams at the entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Harry what he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon ice lolly.

At this Duo shushed at the memory, back then it was alright but now he always linked anything that was lemon flavoured with Dumbledore.

It wasn't bad either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head and looking remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him.

They ate in the zoo restaurant and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbockers glory wasn't big enough, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.

Harry felt, afterwards, that he should have known it was all too good to last.

After lunch they went to the reptile house.

It was cool and dark in here, with lit windows all along the walls. Behind the glass, all sorts of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over bits of wood and stone.

Dudley and Piers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons. Dudley quickly found the largest snake in the place.

It could have wrapped its body twice around Uncle Vernon's car, and crushed it into a dustbin –

"That would be wonderful," said Severus darkly.

"Good thinking Sev," said Sirius, to excited to notice that he called the him by his real name or that everyone shared the same shocked look.

but at the moment it didn't look in the mood.

"Awww…" moaned Sirius.

"Sirius, stop acting like a little child," Remus said as he hit Sirius on the back of the head.

"But Remy…" Sirius whined.

"Sirius, I'm warning you," Remus said with eyes that had amber specks in them.

Seeing this Sirius stopped.

In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, staring at the glistening brown coils.

"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

"Do it again," Dudley ordered

Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.

"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away

Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself - no company except people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard for a bedroom, where the only visitor was Aunt Petunia hammering on the door to wake you up - at least he got to visit the rest of the house.

The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were level with Harry's.

It winked.

"The snake winked at you Duo?" said Quatre in shock.

Harry stared. Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was watching. They weren't. He looked back at the snake and winked, too.

The snake jerked its head towards Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly: "I get that all the time."

"I know," Harry murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the snake could hear him. "It must be really annoying."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.

"Okay your now talking to the snake like it can understand you…" said Towra while Heero and Quatre just shook their heads.

"Just wait," said Duo with a smirk that both pilots and magic users knew meant trouble.

The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.

Boa Constrictor, Brazil.

"Was it nice there?" asked Harry

The boa constrictor jabbed its tail at the sign again and Harry read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo. "Oh, I see - so you've never been to Brazil?"

As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Harry made both of them jump. " DUDLEY! MR DURSLEY! COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE! YOU WON'T BELIEVE WHAT IT'S DOING!"

Dudley came waddling towards them as fast as he could. "Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs.

Ron and Hermione opened their mouth to shout again, but Remus preformed a Silencing Charm on the, in the right time.

"I will take it down if you two will not shout," Remus said and when Ron and Hermione nodded and Remus took the spell down.

Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened - one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

"What'd he do?" asked Sirius eagerly, the others also looking excited.

Harry sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa constrictor's tank had vanished.

At that everyone cheered and laughed.

The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out on to the floor - people throughout the reptile house screamed and started running for the exits.

As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, " Brazil, here I come ... Thanksss, amigo."

For a while there was a great silence.

"Our best friend can talked to snakes," Heero, Quatre, and Wufei yelled in shock while the others sniggered.

The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"

"Umm it dispersed," said Duo with a cheeky tone.

The zoo director himself made Aunt Petunia a cup of strong sweet tea while he apologized over and over again. Piers and Dudley could only gibber. As far as Harry had seen, the snake hadn't done anything except snap playfully at their heels as it passed, but by the time they were all back in uncle Vernon's car, Dudley was telling them how it had nearly bitten off his leg,

"Wish it had done so!" muttered Heero the other pilots nodded in agreement.

While Piers was swearing it had tried to squeeze him to death.

But, worst of all, for Harry at least, was Piers calming down enough to say, "Harry was talking to it, weren't you, Harry?"

"YOU EVIL LITTLE GIT!!" shouted Sirius as the others where glaring at the book and Wufei was muttering about the injustice of it all.

Uncle Vernon waited until Piers was safely out of the house before starting on Harry. He was so angry he could hardly speak. He managed to say, "Go - cupboard - stay - no meals," before he collapsed into a chair and Aunt Petunia had to run and get him a large brandy.

Harry lay in his dark cupboard much later, wishing he had a watch. He didn't know what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Dursleys were asleep yet. Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking in to the kitchen for some food. He'd lived with the Dursleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had died.

Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding flash of green light and a burning pain on his forehead.

At that everyone gasped in horror and went pale.

"Avada Kedavra…" said Remus breathlessly.

"You remember that Potter," said Draco his voice had lost all malice.

This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where the green light came from.

He couldn't remember his parents at all.

His aunt and uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask questions. There were no photographs of them in the house.

When he had been younger, Harry had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family.

Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that strangers in the street seemed to know him. Very strange strangers they were, too.

"Wizards," Neville said (ha! Thought we killed him off didn't you! Well his alive!) The others nodded.

A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping with Aunt Petunia and Dudley.

"You know when I think about that now that bloke looks a lot like professor Flickwick?" said Duo which got him snickers from the twins.

After asking Harry furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking woman dressed in all green has waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple cloak had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day then walked away without another word. The weirdest thing about all these people was the way they seemed to vanish the second Harry tried to get a closer look.

At school, Harry had no one. Everybody knew that Dudley's gang hated that odd Harry Potter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and nobody liked to disagree with Dudley's gang.

"That the end of chapter two who would like to read next?" asked Snape as he marked the page and closed the book.

"I would thank you Professor," said Hermione politely.

"Here you are then Miss. Granger," said Snape trusting the book at Hermione.

Hermione opened the book at the marked page and began to read:

"Okay the third chapter is called Letters from no one"

At this Duo got a small smile spread crossed his face.

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