disclaimer: once again, i own nothing in this story.

A/N: hello again! as you can tell, i'm back. omg, i actually got reviews for this story... that makes me so happy! is ecstatic i think it's awesome that people take time out of their busy schedules to review my work, so i like to thank everyone individually, which is what i will do for all reviews i get. but, that can wait until the end of the chapter.

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Chapter 2

Aunt Petunia screams at Harry to get up. She opens the door to the cupboard and faints when she see the cobwebs in there. Harry is used to this reaction by now. He finishes getting dressed and steps over her, humming 'Rotten' by Weird Al. He goes into the kitchen, comments on Dudley's shirt, and begins making breakfast as his cousin sobs in to the tablecloth.

As Dudley's sobs reduce to sniffles, and Harry finishes up making breakfast, Uncle Vernon walks into the kitchen.

Harry immediately switches from humming 'Baby Beluga' (which he is accustomed to whenever he is in the same room as his cousin) to humming the theme from Jeopardy. Harry knows this will stop his uncle from insulting him, for a little while anyway. Sure enough, after about seven seconds of the song, Vernon's eyes glaze over and he starts mumbling random answers to last night's Jeopardy episode.

Just then, Harry hears his aunt's voice calling for Dudley just beyond the door. She walks into the kitchen a second later.

Petunia: Dudley? Dudley! There you are! Why are you already in the kitchen? I was supposed to walk you into the kitchen. Harry, why is Dudley already in the kitchen?

Petunia glares at her nephew, as if it were somehow his fault that Dudley was not in the right place.

Harry: Because the author of this fic is not real bright and didn't look ahead in the book to make sure that what she was writing was correct, and then she was too lazy to go back and fix the mistake after she found it.

Petunia: Oh. Anyway, Dudley, dear, it's time for you to count your birthday presents.

Dudley: But I don't wanna! Make Harry do it for me.

Petunia: Alright, Harry, you heard him. Start counting.

Harry: But I'm making his breakfast. If I start counting his gifts, I'm liable to stop concentrating on the food and burn it.

Dudley: NO! OK, I'll count them for myself. One, two, three, four...

Petunia: Very good, Duddy! Keep going.

3 HOURS LATER

Dudley: 33, 34...

Petunia: Oh, you're so close, come on!

Dudley: 35... 36!

Petunia: YAY! Good job Dudley! This deserves some type of celebration. Let's go to the zoo!

Dudley: But, we're already going to the zoo for my birthday, remember?

Petunia: Oh, right. Hmm... I'll think of something later. Off to the zoo!

Dudley: YAY! Wait, I don't want Harry to come. He'll ruin my special day.

Harry: No, I won't. Pleeease let me go to the zoo!

Petunia: Hmm... I don't know. Vernon, do we have anywhere else to take him while we're gone?

Vernon: What is 'no?'

Petunia: I guess today is your lucky day. Go get ready, we have to leave soon.

Doorbell

Dudley: Oh, goody! My friend is here!

Dudley starts clapping and bouncing up and down in his chair. On the third bounce, the chair brakes and Dudley comes crashing to the ground. Harry laughs and starts humming Baby Beluga again as he skips off down the hall to answer the door.

1/2 HOUR LATER

Harry's Thoughts: Wow, I'm so excited. I get to go to the zoo! Yay for me! Hmm... Uncle Vernon's talking about motorcycles and how they annoy him. Maybe I should comment and watch as his face turns that pretty purple color and he almost drives the entire family into a ditch out of anger.

Harry: I had a dream about a motorcycle. It was flying.

Sure enough, Vernon's face turns violet, the car swerves, and everyone screams. Just before the car leaves the road, though, Vernon jerks the wheel and brings it straight.

Vernon: MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!

The family, plus Dudley's friend, are shocked into silence for a few minutes until Dudley dares to speak.

Dudley: Daddy, you forgot to talk like the people on Jeopardy.

Vernon's face pales in horror as he realizes this. He quickly prays to the Jeopardy gods and asks for forgiveness, and, for fear of making the same mistake later, refuses to speak for the rest of the trip.

The Dursley's, Harry, and Dudley's friend all arrive at the zoo. Somehow, Harry's lucky streak continues through the morning and, as a result, he gets to consume more sugar than he's ever been given at one time in his entire life. To any other 10-year-old boy in Harry's position, this would have caused an immediate case of Bouncingoffthewallsitis. But that doesn't happen to him because he's 'special.'

Later that day, 'special' Harry finds himself in the reptile house about to use his 'special' powers without realizing it. (A/N: honestly, how many children would remain that calm after figuring out they had the ability to converse with snakes?) So, Harry starts talking to the snake, Dudley's friend sees and causes a scene as he yells for Dudley and

Vernon to come and look at it, and Harry gets knocked to the floor somewhere in this process. Well, he obviously gets angry about this and glares at his cousin. Somehow, the heat of the glare must have bounced off of a mirror hidden somewhere and melted the glass to the snake's enclosure, because it is suddenly gone. The snake slithers out of his man-made prison, everyone freaks out, Dudley squeals like a little girl, and Harry gets into trouble. When they get home and Dudley's friend leaves, Vernon somehow tells Harry, without speaking (he is still upset about his earlier mistake, but probably couldn't say anything now if he wanted to because he is so angry at his nephew), that he is to stay in his cupboard for the rest of the day.

THAT NIGHT

Harry lays in his cupboard and contemplates his sucky life.

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A/N: yay! another chapter done. i think i forgot to mention last chapter, but i am a very strange person. so if i say anything that doesn't make any sense, or is justcompletely random, it's perfectly normal. like the squirrel thing.ok, on to the thank yous -

Gryffindor777: my first review! thank you, i'll cherish it forever. i like the end of your name; 7 is one of my favorite numbers. it can also be substituted as the answer to any question.

Elizabeth: thank you, thank you, thank you! since you asked so politely, i updated.

ash vault rose garden: i agree, drunken bashes are great. technically i've never been to one, but I can use my very vivid imagination.

koryan'shea: like, thanks, like, a bunch... : )

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A/N: on a completely separate note, i only have 3 days of school left this year! go me! it should be easier for me to write more after that, so i can update more often. and, depending on how many reviews i get this time, the next update could be quicker than the last... BYE NOW :D