The sims is taking ages to install and I'm an impatient bastard so I'm just going re-write Harry Potter but it's set from like 2020 and it's how I think it would go I dunno.

- Chapter one the cupboard -

-Harry-

Dodging a small pebble that was thrown his way by his cousin Dudley, Harry sprinted through little whinging. Dodging masked pensioners with waitrose bags, who tutted at him muttering that he wasn't inside during the lockdown.

"Too slow Dudders, you fat cow!" Harry yelled over his shoulder as he clambered over the fence to the local park. Wincing slightly as a pebbled clipped his ear.

"Don't be smug, these pebbles have your name all over them you 4 eyed freak." Dudley growled snatching a stone off the pavement.

Harry simply rolled his eyes as he sprinted across the park and through the grey dingy alleyway which lead him home. Although quite frankly he never fully felt like he belonged there. You see his 'bedroom' was just a meer cupboard located under the stairs. Not for lack of space, Dudley had two bedrooms! He was an orphan living with his aunt and uncle who happened to despise him. Whilst they barely met his basic needs anything beyond that was a rare luxury. He was living off turkey dinosaurs and canned vegetables whilst he was in charge of feeding the rest of the family fine dining meals. Steaks and roasts and well everything he wished he could eat. Sometimes he was allowed their scraps even! Harry looked down at his muddy shoes (three sizes too big) and grassed stained school trousers (he could probably fit both legs in one side if he wanted to, hastily tied around his waist with some string he found in the garden). Wondering if would be forced to skip a meal due to the state of his clothing. Aunt Petunia hated mess. Uncle Veron said she was OCD, OPT something like that about everything. Harry didn't understand what that meant. Rubbing the scar on his forehead absent-mindedly he reluctantly trudged through the garden of number 4 Privet Drive mentally preparing himself for whatever scolding awaited him.

-Hermione, a few days later-

Today would have been parents' evening if her school hadn't been closed due to them being placed into a lockdown. With both her parents being dentists it meant she was left at home alone, with her parent periodically calling the house phone to check on her. She looked at the window longingly whilst she liked the break from the bullies at school she missed the learning. You see she had completed the work (and extra work) that had been assigned by teachers within an hour and a half of it being set. It was only basic algebra she thought sadly. She has been doing that whilst the other children in her class were learning the alphabet.

Sighing she reached for a book. She had of course already read them all front to back at least three times but there wasn't much else to do. Matilda was one of my favorite books. A smart child who could make weird things happen. Sometimes she could too. One time in the library at school she had even been able to pull off the same book stunt as she had. Another time, she had been startled and floated through the air!

Pouring herself a cup of tea (one sugar and a splash of milk), she settled on the armchair in the front room for a morning of reading. Just as she was getting comfy she heard a knock on the door. Latcing the door with the chain she cautiously opened it, expecting the Amazon guy to bring more school supplies that her parents had ordered the night before. To her surprise, an old lady with her hair in a tight bun, a witches hat and wearing a cloak over a green dress answered the door.

"Hello...?" Hermione said shyly.

"Hello, are your parents home Miss Granger?" the old lady replied with a distinctive Scottish accent.

"No, they're working... I can pass on a message to them though. They'll be phoning to check on me soon" Hermione responded cautiously.

"What time do they finish work? I can stop by then. You've just been selected to attend a boarding school in Scotland for gifted children. I'm a professor there, Professor McGonagall.I can stop by to speak to your parents about it when they're home." the professor replied.

"They should be home by 5:30 pm latest. So you could stop by then?" Hermione said thoughtfully.

"I will do, see you later." the professor responded walking away with her cloak blowing in the mid-may breeze.

Closing the door, Hermione wandered back to her armchair thoughtful but ready to finish her book.

-Ron-

Ron was bored. He had been put in time out for fighting with his sister. He hadn't even really been fighting with her, he was just taking back what was rightfully his. Of course, Ginny could do no wrong in the eyes of his mum. He was always in trouble though not as much as his older twin brothers last week when they got a letter from Hogwarts explaining how they had blown a toilet seat off one of the toilets. Always just overlooked by his parents and siblings, or so he felt.

"Ronald have we thought about why throwing a gobstone at your poor sister's head is wrong?" his Mum scolded.

"Yes, Mum." Ron replied.

"Now go apologise to Ginny please." his mum replied.

Trudging outside to where Ginny was now chasing the chickens, glancing behind him to see if his mum was following.

"I'm sorry about the uhh gobstone I threw at your head," Ron mumbled resentfully.

"It's okay I could have thrown it better anyway," Ginny replied.

Watched behind him as his Mum returned inside to start cooking dinner.

"Ginny you need to stop fucking grassing on me." Ron mumbled, apparently not quietly enough.

"RONALD WEASLEY YOU WATCH YOUR LANGUAGE, I SHALL WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT WITH SOAP I HEAR THAT OUT YOUR MOUTH AGAIN!" his Mum roared from the house.

Ginny laughed rolling her eyes and sticking out her tongue antagonistically. As defeated Ron clambered a nearby tree in defeat. Only a few more months until September when he could finally make his way to Hogwarts! That way he could hang out with folk cooler than his sister.b