Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their niece on the doorstep, but Privet Drive had hardly changed, if 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 exactly the same had it had been ten years previously. Almost. Only the photographs really showed how much time had passed. Where, ten years ago, there had been many photos of a round, fat child that strongly resembled a beach ball, there were now photos of a still-fat, but older blonde boy riding a bike, eating ice cream, grinning at the camera and on a roundabout at a fair. The room held no sign at all that another child – a girl – lived here too.
But Harriet Potter was still there, asleep for the time being, but not for long. Her Aunt Petunia was awake, and in a few moments it would be her shrill voice which would make the first noise of the day.
A/N: This one is really short, but only because it's bridging the ten-year gap between the death of Lily and James (*sobs*) and the day of the attack of the boa constrictor (aka Dudley's birthday).
Note - from the next chapter onwards it's going to be in Harriet's POV. Because I want you guys to see her perspective soon, I'll post it in a second.