Author's note: in-case you were wondering I'm going to do a Yusuke potter for every harry potter story.

The chapter's will start off similar to the original but will slowly start to change as the story continues. Oh I'm missing out the official 1st chapter because in my opinion it's the most boring chapter in the first book and isn't needed in this story.

Yusuke talking in Harry's head

harry replying to Yusuke in his head

disclaimer: I do not own any of the anime or book's I use.

Chapter 1 the vanishing glass

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 garden 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 the fateful news report about the owls. Only the photograph's on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lot's of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-coloured bobble hats – but Dudley Dudley was no longer a baby, 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, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

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.

"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 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.

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 to be perfect on duddy's birthday."

"Not again!" said the familiar voice in the back of Harry's head.

Harry quietly agreed with the voice. It had been there since before he could remember. It said it's name was Yusuke, but that was all harry knew.

Harry groaned.

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

"nothing, nothing..."

"Dudley's birthday – how could we have forgotten?" harry wondered.

"You mayhave forgotten, but I assure you I was completely aware of it." replied Yusuke in a cocky voice

"Then why didn't you tell me?" harry asked.

"You didn't ask. Don't you have to cook the bacon?"

Harry completely forgot about Yusuke in his attempt to get out of bed quickly without banging his head on the low ceiling of the cupboard under the stair's, which he used as a room. He found a pair of socks under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on.

When he was dressed he went down the hall into the kitchen.

"looks like 'duddy's' got to many presents again this year," Yusuke groaned.

"He always does yusuke." harry replied.

To many presents was an understatement. 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, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.

Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but harry had always been small and skinny for his age. 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 with a lot of Sellotape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. The only thing harry liked about his own 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 petunia was how he had got it.

"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.

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

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.

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 much neck, small, watery blue eyes and thick, blonde hair that lay smoothly on his thick fat head. Aunt petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel – harry and yusuke often agreed that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.

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.

"Oh no," yusuke groaned "here it comes!"

Harry silently agreed as he braced himself for the scene he knew was coming.

"Thirty-six," Dudley shouted, looking up at his mother and father. "that's two less than last year."

"Darling, you haven't counted auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from mummy and daddy."

"Darling, you haven't counted auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from mummy and daddy." mimicked yusuke, and harry had to fight hard against the urge to snort.

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

"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today. How's that, popkin? Two more presents. Is that all right?" yusuke continued to mimic.

"Yusuke shut up!" harry scolded as he fought back another snort.

"Why your enjoying it too," yusuke whined "Ican feel you fighting back a laugh! Don't try to deny it!"

Outside Harry's head Dudley was thinking. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty... thirty..."

"Thirty-nine, sweetums," said aunt petunia.

"Thirty nine!" exclaimed yusuke, accidentally giving harry a migraine in the progress. "That's nearly forty, and most of them are expensive and high quality. We only ever get one and that's usually a manky pair of sock's that used to belong to either uncle Vernon or Dudley."

"Yusuke please, your giving me a head ache." harry complained softly.

"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.

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 aeroplane, 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.

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 out for a day, 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. Harry hated it there. So did yusuke if him asking harry for control over his body so that he could vomit was anything to go by. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs figg made him look at photographs of all the cats she'd owned.

"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 yusuke reminded him it would be a whole year before he had to look at tibbles, snowy, Mr paws and tufty again.

"We could phone Marge," uncle Vernon suggested.

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

"There they go again talking about us like we're not even here!" yusuke sighed.

"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.

"Great idea harry! We'd be able to watch what ever we want on TV or maybe even go on Dudley's computer!" yusuke said in an excited tone of voice.

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

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

"I won't blow up the house," said harry.

"much." added yusuke.

"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 there alone..."

"I wouldn't blow up the car either!" complained harry.

"He wouldn't but I would!" yusuke said enthusiastically.

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

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

"I... don't... want... him... t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge pretend sobs. "he always sp-spoils everything!"

"oh please," yusuke snorted "what a drama king!"

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. He was usually the one who held peoples arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.

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, "I'm warning you now, boy – any funny business, anything at all – and you'll be in that cupboard from now until Christmas."

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

But uncle Vernon didn't believe him. No one 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.

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 kitchen scissors and cut his hair so short he was almost bald except his fringe, which she left 'to hide that horrible scar'.Dudley had laughed himself silly at harry, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, (not helped in the slightest from the mixed feeling of yusuke's seething anger and badly hidden laughs) where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and 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, 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 her head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a glove puppet, but it 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 great trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much to Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney. The Dursleys had received a very angry letter from Harry's headmistress telling them harry had been climbing school buildings. But all he'd 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 favourite subjects. 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!"

Dudley and piers snickered.

"I know they don't," said harry. "it was only a dream."

"of course it was a dream! A dream they didn't need to know about!" thundered yusuke "you could have got us all killed! what were you thinking?"

"I wasn't thinking, I just suddenly remembered it!"

It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. 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. It wasn't bad either, harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head and looking remarkably like Dudley (much to yusuke's amusement) except it wasn't blonde.

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. He was careful to walk a little way away from the Dursleys so that Dudley and piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunch-time, wouldn't fall back on their favourite hobby of hitting him. They ate in the zoo restaurant and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory wasn't big enough, uncle Vernon got him a new one and harry was allowed to finish the first one.

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 dust bin – but at the moment it didn't look in the mood. In fact, it was fast asleep.

Dudley stood with his nose pressed against the glass, making him look, according to yusuke, like an over fed pig.

"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 on 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 stupid people drumming their fingers on the glass trying to disturb it all day long. It was worse than having a cupboard as 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 it's beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised it's eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

Harry stared and yusuke stirred in shock. 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 it's 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 here him. "it must be really annoying."

the snake nodded vigorously.

"you do realize we're talking to a snake, don't you?" asked yusuke watching the exchange with interest.

"where do you come from, anyway?" harry asked ignoring yusuke.

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

Boa constrictor, Brazil.

"was it nice there?"

the boa constrictor jabbed it's 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 the, as fast as he could.

"out of the way, you," he said, punching harry in the ribs. Caught by surprise, harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What happened 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.

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

the keeper of the reptile house was in shock.

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

The zoo director himself made aunt petunia a strong cup of sweet tea while he apologised 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 of his leg, 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?"

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 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 in that car crash. He couldn't remember being in the car when 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. This, he supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all 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 (to the disgust of yusuke)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. A tiny man in a violet top hat had bowed to him once while out shopping once with aunt petunia and Dudley. After asking harry furiously if he knew the man, aunt petunia had rushed them out of the shop without buying anything. A wild-looking old women dressed all in green had waved merrily at him once on a bus. A bald man in a very long purple coat had actually shaken his hand in the street the other day and then walked away without a 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.

Author's note: sorry it took so long. I kept getting stuck or distracted. I'm planning on getting yusuke 2 other pet's to replace hedwig. ( I know hedwigs popular but I want to make the story a bit more of my own. Plus I don't want harry a.k.a yusuke to have a pet that dies as easily as hedwig did in the deathly hollows.) i'm leaving it up to you guy's to pick the pet's. Post the pet's you think he should have in your review.

At least one of the pet's should be:

magic

one of a kind

be hard to kill/immortal

be hard to tame

at least one of the pet's should:

have no magic what so every

be normal a.k.a an animal you can find in real life

be a strange colour, e.g a black fox

both of the pet's should have a unique personality that makes them polar opposites.

You have until i've posted the next chapter to give your idea. I'll pick my favourite for one of the pet's and the other shall be the most popular breed suggested by you guy's.