Kaleido Star was created by Junichi Sato and written by Reiko Yoshida while HP belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Oh crap is thoughts or memories.

'...right, never mind me,' is speaking.

'I loathe the way you do that.' is epenthesizing the word "loathe"

"Dear, whoever you are," is reading something either website or letter.

"centre" is Australian.

"center" is American.

Chapter 4

It was late afternoon when he finally made up his mind of what to do.

Hermione did say that I should be remembering my childhood dream and what better way to remember it than living it? Besides I couldn't just die without trying at least once. I could quickly go and try out and come back and explain it to Professor Dumbledore.

Harry was looking for his old child passport to see what it said on it and if he could still use it. He doubted it but it was best to check anyway.

It was when he was exploring the garage that the Dursleys had Aunt Petunia caught onto what he was doing or rather the fact he was looking for something.

His hands were wrist deep in dust as he searched through boxes.

'What are you doing, Boy?' said Aunt Petunia from the doorway, taking in the strange sight of her nephew desperately looking through boxes in the poorly lit garage.

'I'm just wondering do we still have my child passport from that time when I was 8?' said Harry looking through another box.

'What do you want that thing for?' said Aunt Petunia now glaring at Harry, not that he could see it as his back was now towards her.

'I wanted to go overseas the mu-er normal way and the only way I can do that is with a passport,' said Harry, trying not to say muggle instead of normal around his aunt.

'The normal way, you want to try to use the normal way after all this time?' said Aunt Petunia, her disbelief and distaste shining through her voice.

'Well, yeah, I mean that is what I said,' said Harry, his voice muffled by one of his hands on his mouth and nose as he recoiled from one of the boxes. There was a family of dead mice in that box, what appeared to be a mother and her babies. He'd have to wash his hands after this.

They probably never left the box their whole lives and died in there as their mother didn't think of placing them in a better spot thought Harry.

'…it's upstairs but if you clean this place up by 5 I'll give it to you,' said Aunt Petunia after a while of thinking.

'Really?' said Harry, daring not to hope that she'd really give his old passport to him as she never did give anything to him important back like this before but still hoping none the less.

'It's no use for me and just so you know we won't be paying for a new passport for you. You'll have to earn it on your own,' said Aunt Petunia, taking in a whiff of the air now and recoiling.

'Just remember this whole garage must be clean including all the photo frames by evening which is in an hour and a half,' said Aunt Petunia before going back inside the main part of the house.

Harry released a breath he didn't know he was holding.

Right time to do some chores within an hour and a half thought Harry before looking around and into the box that smelled horrible.

But first I'll need a plastic bag, a bucket of water and some rags to clean this place up with. Merlin, this is going to make me knackered.

Harry rushed to the main part of the house to grab what he needed before he wasted anymore time. He wouldn't put it pass his aunt to not let him have his passport if he didn't get everything done before 5 and manage to find her and inspect his work by 4:59pm.

Harry grimaced at the thought. It sucked getting stuck with chores like this one especially if there was a good prize at the end of the end which usual meant a time limit. Great, another time where I have to look left, right and centre for things.

He managed to find a plastic bag in the kitchen, a plastic bucket with the top chipping away outside and used some of his clothing that used to belong to Dudley as rags. He even got lucky as he found a pair of old, dirty gardening gloves outside near the withering roses that he was sure Aunt Petunia wouldn't want anymore because of its age and looks. At least he won't be touching the dead mice family now.

It was a dirty job cleaning out the garage. It wouldn't be so bad if the water in the plastic bucket didn't keep on turning brown all the time. If he could have he would have had banished the water and used magic to conjure water somehow instead of having to go pour the water into the garden and also get clean water in the basin on the ground floor before heading back to the garage.

The whole experience was time consuming but he was pretty sure he got everything from the dead mice box to the cobwebs in the corners of the garage. He had to have cleaned everything. Once he was done with everything he chucked the "rags" and plastic bag in the bin outside before checking that everything was in order.

Running upstairs, almost tripping twice before he regained his balance he looked all over for Aunt Petunia though he didn't find her on the 1st floor. He stopped on the ground floor and looked around trying to decide on where he should go. Straight or right? Living room or kitchen?

Nearly 5, where would Aunt Petunia be at nearly 5? Making dinner, duh.

Harry nearly hit himself in the head for no thinking of his aunt making dinner around this time. She always made dinner around this time, it was her thing.

Harry quickly walked into the kitchen and saw that Aunt Petunia was indeed in the kitchen preparing to make that night's dinner so that it would be ready for when Uncle Vernon came home from a chat with number 15 of Privet Drive since they were co-workers.

Harry was really not looking forward to hearing about number 15's problem and really didn't want to know but he'd probably find out later at dinner from Uncle Vernon.

'Aunt Petunia, I've finished cleaning the garage,' said Harry quickly, the less time spent in the kitchen the faster Aunt Petunia will be inspecting the garage.

'You best not be lying to me, boy,' said Aunt Petunia putting down the knife she was using to chop the vegetables and wiping her hands on the tea towel by the stove.

Harry shook his head and escorted her to the garage so she could judge the way that it looked.

Once they got to the garage she pressed her lips together and looked around the now slightly better lit room. Their shoes now didn't leave any marks on the floor from his half an hour of washing the floor with one of the rags. The box with the dead mice was the plastic bag in the rubbish bin; their rotting corpses slowly decaying within there with the brown stains under them.

The photos and other knickknacks were wiped down from any trace of dead mouse and placed into another couple of boxes that could spare the room. Harry just hoped that Aunt Petunia wouldn't notice the one less box in the room.

It was stupid really but a little part of him wanted to make his aunt pleased at what he did, even if a little but it never truly happened.

Her lips went white after she circled the boxes and car door twice to see if anything was out of order.

'It appears…acceptable. I'll…go get your reward,' said Aunt Petunia, looking as if she was choking on the words she was saying. Her gaze at Harry held distain and walked off.

Harry sighed in relief as she didn't notice the one short box in the garage unless she tried searching for specific items.

This was probably one of the closest times where he gotten a praise from his aunt or uncle for that matter. It made him feel like a kid again where everything that he did he tried for his aunt and uncle.

Harry's throat clamped up and he gritted his teeth together as he tried to stop the incoming emotions swelling through him. He wasn't going to be a nancy boy, especially not while at any moment his aunt could be coming back.

Taking a few deep breaths he quickly blinked all excess moisture out of his eyes and balled his hands, not fully seeing the garage that he was in but dimly aware of it all the same. Harry just hoped that it didn't show in his face, how embarrassing would it be to be caught now.

Harry waited there for about 10 minutes before he decided that no, Aunt Petunia wasn't coming back and he'll have to go back inside the main house. Harry stretched his back before going back down and checked that he didn't leave anything still there.

Spotting the bucket and gloves he figured that the Dursleys wouldn't miss very much if he left it up there. They're probably never look in here again after this anyway.

Harry had to look for his aunt again starting from the 1st floor. She wasn't in her room, the guest room, Dudley's room or his room and she wasn't in the loo as the door was wide open.

How hard is it to find your own aunt in her home? It wasn't as if they had a huge house either! It was pretty normal considering all the other houses on Privet Drive were the same as well.

Walking into the kitchen Harry found his aunt again. She must have had heard his footsteps this time because she spoke to him.

'The passport is on the table. If you lose it then it's your own fault,' said Aunt Petunia, her back towards him while at the cutting board.

'Yes, Aunt Petunia,' said Harry in a flat tone, the type that children use to say good morning to their teachers. It was worn, tired and frankly disinterested in if the recipient of the voice even cared about what speaker was saying.

His aunt made a sound in the back of her throat which he took as a dismissal and collected his passport. It was blue and had an odd reddish paper tucked in the inside of the passport.

Harry took his old passport up to his room where he placed the reddish paper on his bed and flipped through the passport, noting where the multicoloured and different shaped stamps were. His information was at the front of the passport and there was something scribbled on the 2nd page of his passport.

It was expired passed the date in the book but it was still pretty neat that it had where he went in it from the stamps and his personal information as well.

He had to laugh at the person in the photo that was attached to the passport. It was hard to imagine he looked like that when he was almost 8, of course this had to be one of the few surviving photos of his childhood that he had.

Merlin did I look terrible back then, not that I look any better now but still…

Harry gently peeled the photo off of the passport for safe keeping until he realised that he couldn't place it anyway without it being ruined other than his passport.

Well that was rather thick of me thought Harry as he tried to glue his passport photo back into his passport without any glue.

He decided it was a lost cause and placed the photo on the bedside table before looking at the scribble from the passport. It still had fresh ink clinging to the other page of the book.

"Emergency passport phone number for the passport xxxx-xxx-xxxx. Appointment has to be made."

Harry didn't know what to think about this. The ink was still fresh and was written in his aunt's handwriting but his aunt would barely let him out of the house this summer let alone, was she actually helping him get a passport on a short notice?

Harry slowly and hesitantly walked down to the staircase towards the kitchen when he heard his uncle's voice booming through the lounge room and went straight back upstairs again. There was no way that his aunt was going to talk about the writing in the passport especially now that Uncle Vernon was home.

He lay down on his bed only quickly getting off of the bed when he heard a crinkling sound and remembered the reddish paper that he had set down only a few minutes prior.

Almost forgot about this paper since I was busy with the passport.

Opening up the paper Harry froze in shock. It was his birth certificate.

He was born in Somerset; Godric's Hallow, Somerset Country to be precise.

One surprise after another, huh?

Harry desperately tried not to crease the birth certificate as he tightly grabbed the birth certificate. It was too sudden and too much for Harry to handle.

Was the entire world telling me to go and try out for Kaleido Stage?

Harry gently folded the paper up and placed it with the photo and passport as he started to stretch on the floor. He'd have to take a trip to Gringotts soon to get money for a passport and a return trip to America as well somehow.

I wonder if they exchange Wizarding money for quid and pence? They should be able to…

Harry felt like it was going to be a good night that night.

The need to know:

The storey (yeah they spell it storey) system for the British go: Ground floor, 1st floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor, etc.
While the American story system go: Ground floor, 2nd floor, 3rd floor, 4th floor, etc. Keep the British system in mind while reading.

A nancy boy is a British slang for a guy being pathetic or even a gay guy but I was leaning towards the pathetic meaning than any other meaning.

To look left, right and centre for something is to look everywhere for something, again more British slang.

To be knackered is to be tired or exhausted.

The number for the appointment is a real number and exactly the amount of Xs are for the numbers.

I've also have had to wiki-how to get over a loved one's death which is kinda sad but is going to be more in the coming chapters.

I'm basing the house off of the movie version of the house as the book version doesn't go that much into detail for it but found very helpful pictures of the inside of the Dursley house to base events off of.

The old British passports pre- July 1988 were blue compared to the modern day maroon passports that came out in July 1988. This would have had been a month before Harry got his passport. I'm placing creative licence to say the Dursleys and Harry got a few of the last blue passports before they changed over. The blue passports had photos stuck in them rather than the laminated photos they used to have in the maroon ones and the printed on ones we currently have.

The Birth Certificates for the UK are on a reddish paper, I had to google the images to check if it would have had still been valid for 1981 birth certificates and they were. I also place creative licence to say that Harry was born in Godric's Hallow as his parents were in hiding at that time and couldn't get to a proper hospital without fearing for their soon to be born son's life so they had a home birth and bewitched a muggle into creating a birth certificate. It would have had been Lily's idea as she'd probably want her son to experience muggle life along with Hogwarts. James probably would have had gone along with this idea to keep his wife happy but wouldn't get it.

I say he was born in Somerset County due to an essay that I read on the place of where Godric's Hollow would have had been if it was real. The person put a lot of thought into where it could have been and placed a few other possible areas where it could be located along with direct quotes from the book and good interpretation of wording from J.K. Rowling. So I placed my choice there as well as I wanted for Harry to have a birthplace shown in this story. It's really just background work for the story that will probably never show up again but I thought it was nice to just place it in there. The essay is here on my page.

Also I finally got an Aunt Petunia character development in.
Current way I see her: nosy, a gossip, a housewife, wants for everything to be normal in her family, jealous, disdainful of her nephew but can see that the Wizarding World is breaking him a little like it did with her sister and now that Harry has shown an interest in doing things the normal way for her she is reluctantly helping him to get him away from her but also to help her little (Petunia is like 4 years older than Lily) sister's son. The little sister that she knew before she got into Hogwarts at least.
Appearances is very important to her, in any light possible to make herself seem better than she really is she'll take it. She's also probably experiencing a bit of empty nest syndrome where she's saddened that her son is growing up and wants to keep her (only) child the exact same way as he has always been but he needs to grow up as well.
She probably now has a bigger fear of the Wizarding World and what they will bring to her family after Harry admitted that someone was trying to murder him.

Petunia can be quite a complex character as she is a coward and a spiteful person and quite an abusive mother (as no good mother would treat any child like she has with Harry or Dudley. Harry might not have physical scars on him but I have no doubt that he probably has emotional scars from her and Dudley turned out to be a spoiled brat under her until he matured) and likes to make herself out to be a better person than she really is but she also once truly loved her sister before she was bitter and wanted to be with her and be in her world as well. I think this is also the reason she dislikes Severus Snape. She does want to forget and forgive but she's carried this bitterness with her for far too long and knows if she does forget and forgive then she will be a changed person and is scared of that person.

Conclusion for Petunia: she is a terrible gossip and a coward and it is very late for her to fully change who she is now as she is very much bitter but I do think that she does love her husband and child. She only wants her child to feel loved and special in a way that she was never fully able to with a sister as the special and beautiful child out of the both of them. Now I'm changing her a bit, she will still be all of those things but a bit more nicer towards Harry as she thinks he's finally seeing what she has seen all along; the Wizarding World is a terrible place and is not for normal people who realise this. End of rant of Petunia's character.

Thanks to SailorNova007 for favouriting.

Also to SailorNova007: Thanks but I predict that I'll probably bore you guys with my research and character rants soon enough (.n.)

Also sorry but I lied. I'll probably get Harry over to California by chapter 6 at the least. I just had not realise how boring a 12 day time limit could be when there is so little he can actually do since Harry never took gymnastics (he'd be teased by everyone if he did that, not to mention Uncle Vernon's reaction) and is basically self taught about everything and having to relearn it. Speaking of which I'm now off to watch how to do flips and stuff like that on youtube now so I can get him to do more later.

P.S. if you guys find the word "attic" anywhere in this chapter please tell me, that was a typo that I kept writing.