Preface: Disclaimer: I do not own the Harry Potter series. JK Rowling does. Do n0t sue me. I have no money.
Now on with the chapter.Oh wait, before getting on with the chapter: I don't know how to turn that translation thing off, (And I've tried) but the title of the post is supposed to be Chapter 2. So just to let everyone know: The title says Chapter 2, Altering The Future.
Chapter 2:
In the future....
The two people who were silently watching the goings on the people in the past, start slightly when they hear a door bang open. Wands drawn, ready to attack, they pause as they hear loud, but familiar voices, arguing.
"Never mind," one of them says, sighing and placing his wand back in his arm holster. "It's just them..."
"Arguing like usual."
Present:
"And now it's Fred turn to read," George says, grinning.
Fred holds out his hands. "That's right mate. Hand it over!"
"With pleasure," George says as he hands Fred the book and then looks down at his empty glass. "Perhaps we can get something more to drink? I'm feeling a bit parched."
As Minerva is about to speak, all of sudden there was another flash and about eight or night bottles of Butter Beer appeared on the table.
All three Weasley grin. "BRILLIANT!"
Draco and Severus just scowled, Albus just smiled and Minerva tried her best not to smile.
"Well," Fred drawls, " our benefactor seems to have supplied us with drinks, I think we shall move on."
"Please," Snape snarls.
Chapter Two: The Vanishing Glass.
Draco: Riveting title right there.
All three Weasleys(absentmindedly): Shut it Malfoy.
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.
Draco(sneering): This chapter already sounds exciting.
All Three Weasleys(Again) Shut up Malfoy.
Severus: Five points from Gryffindor for rudeness.
Minerva: Severus!
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 almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets-but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother.
Draco: What's a computer game?
Ron: Muggle thing, Malfoy.
Draco: Oh. Boring.
Fred: Are you going to say that about every Muggle contraption we may hear about in this book?
Draco: Yes.
The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.
Severus: Really? Where's Potter?
Minerva: Don't you dare act like you care!
Severus: I'm not. I don't. I'm just asking out of sheer curiousity.
Albus: He's there Severus.
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 that made the first noise of the day.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
Fred: That's a nice way to wake up.
George: Yes. Just what you want to hear, first thing in the morning
Fred: A shrill voice along with your eggs.
George: Would you like some toast with that?
Draco: You two are stupid.
Harry woke with a start. His aunt rapped on the door again.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it.
He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
His aunt was back outside the door.
George: NO! GO AWAY!
Fred: DAMN YOU, YOU FOUL MUGGLE WOMAN!
Draco: All Muggles are foul.
Ron: We don't care what you think about Muggles, Malfoy.
"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 perfect on Duddy's birthday."
George(blinking): What kind of name is that?
Fred: The kind that makes a kid severely insecure.
Ron: It's bloody stupid nickname for stupid bully.
Severus: 10 points from Gryffindor for use of foul language.
Minerva: SEVERUS! Albus do something!
Albus: I am staying out of your quarrell my dear.
Draco: Translation: He's not going to do anything. Deal with it on your own.
All Weasleys: SHUT UP MALFOY!
Minerva( glaring at Draco): Five points from Slytherin.
The Weasley's smirk.
Harry groaned.
"What did you say?" his aunt snapped through the door.
"Nothing, nothing…"
Dudley's birthday- how could he have forgotten?
Ron: Simple, mate. You probably didn't want to remember it.
Draco: Weasley, it's a book. I don't think Potter can hear you.
Ron: How many times am I going to tell you to shut up?
Fred: Too many. Just try and ignore him.
George: Bloody hard with his pale, ferret face in the room with us.
Ron: And with him making constantly sneering comments.
Draco: What am I? Invisible? I am in this room.
All Weasleys: Unfortunately.
Harry got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. He found a pair under his bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them,
Ron(shuddering): Spiders.. oh not the spiders!
Severus: Mr Weasley, whatever issue you have with spiders I do not care to know.
Ron: Do I look like I care about what you do not or do care to know? No.
Severus: 5 points from Gryffindor!
Minerva: That's it! 15 points to Gryffindor! For saying what's on his mind to his own Potions Professor!
put them on. Harry was used to spiders,
Ron(snarling): Well that's certainly explains how you handled my dislike of them.
Fred: Ease up there Ronniekins.
Ron: DON'T CALL ME RONNIEKINS!
Severus:If you don't settle down Mr Weasley, I will dock more points.
Ron: Then dock them!
Albus: Severus.
Severus: Albus?
Albus: Stop.
because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.
Everyone scowls, even Malfoy.
Severus(facing Albus): Please tell me that this Ms Rowling is exaggerating.
Minerva(snarling): NO!
Ron and the Weasley twins glare at Albus.
Albus(calmly, but sadly): Keep reading boys.
When he was dressed he went down to the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike.
Draco(frowning): What's a computer?
All of them look puzzled.
Fred: No idea. George?
George: Uh, that would be a no. Ron?
Ron: No.
Draco: You hang around with a Muggleborn! You mean your little Mudblood didn't tell you?
(Silence)
Minerva: 20 POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!
All ThreeWeasleys: HAH!
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 favorite punching 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.
Minerva: No Mr Potter. I believe your father was like that when he first came to Hogwarts.
Albus(softly) He can't hear you Minerva.
Minerva: I know Albus. You don't need to remind me.
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.
Albus: Miss Evans eyes.
Ron: He's getting tired of hearing that.
Minerva: I am sure he is.
Ron: Then why can't people stop saying it?
He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape 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 that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He had had it as long as he could remember, and the first question he could ever rembember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.
"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said.
Silence.
Minerva(whispering at first): Car crash? (she rounds on Albus): THEY TOLD HIM THEY DIED IN A CAR CRASH?
Fred and George also round on Albus, but all they do is scowl.
Albus(speaking softly): Harry will get the correct information later, Minerva. Please calm down.
Minerva: Well! I never!
"And don't ask questions."
Don't ask questions-that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.
Fred: Yeah? Well I got news for you Dursleys!
George: Your life won't be quiet for very long!
Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen as Harry was turning over the bacon.
"Comb your hair!" he barked, by way of a morning greeting.
Ron: And a good morning to you too!
Fred: You fat ugly pig!
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 blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat head. Aunt Petunia often said that Dudley looked like a baby angel-Harry often said that Dudley looked like a pig in a wig.
All three Weasley's burst out laughing and even Draco has trouble not smiling. Severus just shakes his head.
Fred: GOOD ONE HARRY!
Ron: Too bad he's not here to hear that
Draco: It would make this experience even more unbearable.
Severus: Indeed.
Ron(whispering to his brothers): Let's hope that Harry can show up then.
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.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
Silence.
Draco(bellowing): Who the bloody hell gets thirty six presents?
Everyone just looks at him.
Draco: What? I don't even get that many!
Fred: Amazing.
Draco: Not really. I don't have that many relatives. If Mother could, she'd buy me more presents than she would normally get me, but Father never lets me get more than what he deems is needed.
Ron: Well that's good. About the lack of relatives. We don't need any more Malfoys than we have now.
Draco(sneering): The same could be said for the amount of Weasleys. STOP REPRODUCING!
Albus(speaking up before blood will be shed): That is enough for now, gentlemen. Continue reading.
Fred: : Where were we?
Draco: You're the one reading! You should know!
George: (pointing to a spot on the page): There.
Fred: Oh yeah! Thanks.
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mommy and Daddy."
Draco/Ron: Mummy and Daddy? How old is this idiot?
(Silence)
Draco and Ron look at each other horrified.
George: And, we are moving on now!
"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.
Severus: Well I see someone hasn't passed their terrible twos yet.
Minerva: I'm glad to see that you're admitting your issues Severus.
Severus: I WAS TALKING ABOUT THE BOY!
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?"
Finally, he said slowly, "So, I'll have thirty…thirty…"
Draco: HAH!
Ron: What are you HAHing about?
Draco: I told you Muggles are idiots! And there's the proof! The moron can't add 37 plus 2!
"Thirty-nine sweetums," said Aunt Petunia.
"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.
Fred: Dursley's deluded.
George: That fat tub of lard ain't a little tyke.
Minerva: And he's encouraging the boy to be greedy and selfish?
Draco: Apparently hes' showing us why all Muggles need to be exterminated.
Minerva: MR MALFOY! TWENTY POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!
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 video camera, a remote control airplane, sixteen new computer games, and a VCR. 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.
Minerva(coolly): I believe he has a name.
Ron: Yeah! It's Harry!
Draco: Unfortunately.
All Weasleys(absently): SHUT UP MALFOY!
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 the day, to adventure parks, hamburger restaurants, or the movies. Every year, Harry was left behind with Mrs. Figg, a mad old lady who lived two streets away.
Harry hated it there. The whole house smelled of cabbage and Mrs. Figg made him look at the photographs of all the cats she'd ever 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 he reminded himself 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.
Fred: Marge?
George:Wait...
Ron: Isn't that the one that...
Fred: Harry uh...
George: Oh yeah...
Ron: Right.
Fred/George: Brilliant.
Severus(to Minerva): Do you have any idea what those three are babbling about?
Minerva: Don't try and figure it out Severus.
The Dursleys often spoke about Harry like this, as though he wasn't there-or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't understand them, like a slug.
"What about what's-her-name, your friend-Yvonne?"
"Don't be silly Vernon. She hates the boy." snapped Aunt Petunia.
Ron/Minerva: HE HAS A NAME!
"You could just leave me here," Harry put in hopefully (he'd be able to watch what he wanted on television for a change and maybe even have a go on Dudley's computer).
Aunt Petunia looked as thought she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled said Harry, but they weren't listening.
Fred: But that wasn't his fault.
George: No. It was Voldemort.
Drac and Snape both flinch.
Ron: Aww... scared of them name?
Fred: You should talk Ronniekins! You still flinch at his name!
Ron: DON'T CALL ME RONNIEKINS!
Albus(calmly) Fear of the name increases fear of the thing.
Severus(drawls sarcastically): Thank you, Albus for the extremely wise piece of wisdom.
Albus: Your welcome.
"That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone…"
Dudley began to cry loudly. In fact, he wasn't really crying -it had been years since he'd really cried-but he knew that if he screwed up his face and wailed, his mother would give him anything he wanted.
Draco(banging his head on the table): Muggles.
Fred: Keep that up Malfoy, and you'll get a headache.
Ron: SHHH! Don't tell him that!
"Dinky Duddydums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him.
All three Wealsey's burst out laughing, while Albus just shakes his head.
Fred: Dinky...
George: Duddydums...
Draco looks like he's trying very, very. VERY HARD, not to laugh.
"I…don't…want…him…t-t-to come!" Dudley yelled between huge, pretend sobs. "He always sp-spoils everything!" He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.
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 people's 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."
Fred scowls.
George cracks his knuckles.
Ron looks like he wants to hit something.
"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.
Ron: Think he's talking about accidental magic?
Fred: Yup!
George: Did Harry ever tell you his bouts of accidental magic Ron?
Ron: No. He barely talks about his life with Dursley's. He only told me a little about it when we first met, you gits.
Fred: Well, aren't we getting all huffy?
George: What's the matter Ronniekins?"
Ron: DON'T CALL ME RONNIEKINS!
Severus: WILL YOU THREE STOP AND GET ON WITH THIS BLOODY BLASTED BOOK!
Draco: They're killing me. Literally. I feel my brain screaming from the pain. Death By Weasley Banter. That will be my tombstone.
Ron: Oh if only.
Once, Aunt Petunia, tired of Harry coming back from the barbers 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 for his bangs, 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, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses.
All three Weasleys scowl and Minerva glares at the book.
Albus closes his eyes.
Draco smirks.
Next morning, however, he had gotten 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.
Draco: Oh for the love of--It's magic! It's magic you pathetic Muggle!
Minerva: Five Points From Slytherin. Now be quiet!
Draco: Hey!
Another time, Aunt Petunia had been trying to force him into a revolting old sweater of Dudley's (brown with orange puff balls).
The harder she tried to pull it over his head, the smaller it seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but certainly wouldn't fit Harry. Aunt Petunia had decided it mush have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.
Draco: Okay. I have a new insult.
Ron: Oh yeah. A new insult. Can't wait to hear that.
Draco: Is that sarcasm?
Ron: Noooo...
Draco: Shut up. Muggle. Another word for idiot.
George(leans over to Ron): The sad thing is, when it pertains to those three idiots, he's right.
Ron: Don't let him hear you say that.
On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found on the roof of the school kitchens. Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, as much as Harry's surprise as anyone else's, there he was sitting on the chimney.
Shocked silence. Minerva's eyes widen.
Albus just continues to smile serenely.
George chokes on his Butter Beer.
Draco even loses his smirk and straightens up in his chair.
Snape looks like he's about to pass out.
"HE APPARATED!" Ron shouted. "The bloody git never told me about that!"
"WOW! COOL!"
"AWESOME!"
"Bloody Potter," Severus snarls.
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 trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.
Draco: Oh yes, Potter, becasue the wind just suddenly lifts people onto roofs.
Ron: Shut up! He didn't know about magic yet!
Draco: Awww... sticking up for Potty now are we?
Ron: FERRET!"
Severus: Five points from Gryffundor!"
Minerva: Five points from Slytherin!
George: This is nuts.
Fred: True.
Severus: OH JUST GET ON WITH IT!
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 like to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects.
Fred/George:Like to complain about Harry does he?"
This morning, it was motorcycles.
Fred(sarcastically): What? Not Harry? No... I don't believe it!"
"…roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
"I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."
He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache:
"MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"
Dudley and Piers sniggered.
"I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."
But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon
Draco: Cartoon?
Ron: Muggle thing.
Draco: Boring.
Fred: You know, we're no longer going to explain things to you.
George: So stop asking.
-they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.
It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families. The Dursleys bough 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 pop.
It wasn't bad, either, Harry thought, licking it as they watched a gorilla scratching its head who looked remarkably like Dudley, except that it wasn't blond.
Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time.
Ron: Notice he said morning?
Fred: I noticed Ron. Let me continue
Ron: All right. I was just pointing it out.
He was careful to walk a little way apart from the Dursleys so that Dudley and Piers, who were starting to get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their favorite hobby of hitting him.
They ate in the zoo restaurant, and when Dudley had a tantrum because his knickerbocker glory didn't have enough ice cream on top, Uncle Vernon bought him another one and Harry was allowed to finish the first.
Harry felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to last.
Draco: Yes, Potty, you should have known.
Ron: STOP CALLING HIM THAT YOU EVIL GIT!
After lunch they went to the reptile house. It was cool and dark in there, 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 trash can-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, staring at the glistening brown coils.
"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.
Draco: The snake had better taste.
"Do it again," Dudley ordered. Uncle Vernon rapped the glass smartly with his knuckles, but the snake just snoozed on.
"This is boring," Dudley moaned. He shuffled away.
Draco: Like I said. Better taste.
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.
Ron(snarling): When you weren't locked in your cupboard
Draco: Hey, calm down there Weasel. One might think you had more intimate feelings for Potter.
Once again a silence befalls the room.
Albus is suddenly wishing he wasn't locked in this room.
Snape looks decidely green while Ron looks like he want's to gag, while the twins just stare at Malfoy.
Then... one voice speaks up.
Voice: TEN POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN
Draco: PROFESSOR SNAPE!
Severus: CONTINUE TO ARGUE AND I WILL TAKE MORE!
The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.
It winked
Everyone starts to pay more attention.
Harry stared. 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 toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its 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 hear him. "It must be really annoying."
Draco: He's speaking to a snake.
Ron: You knew he could since second year you git!
"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.
Ron(debating about banging his head on the table): Stop talking to the snake!
Draco: HE CAN'T HEAR YOU!
The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass. Harry peered at it.
Boa Constrictor, Brazil.
"Was it nice there?"
The boa constrictor jabbed its 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 toward them as fast as he could.
Everyone snickers. Well everyone except Albus.
Caught by surprise, Harry fell hard on the concrete floor. What came next happened so fast no one saw how it happened-one second, Piers and Dudley were leaning right up close to the glass, the nest, they had leapt back with howls of horror.
Everyone bursts out laughing.
The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out onto the floor. People throughout the reptile house screamed and started running to the exits.
As the snake slid swiftly past him, Harry could have sworn a low, hissing voice said, "Brazil, here I come…. Thanksss, amigo."
Fred: Okay...
George: Weird.
Ron: Harry told me about that. But still! Stop talking to snakes!
Draco: All proud of that fact are you Weasel?
Ron: Shut it, Malfoy!
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 cup of strong, sweet tea while he apologized 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 off his leg, while Piers was swearing it had tried to squeezed 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?"
George: Whoops.
Fred: Oh what a bad idea.
George: Yes, bad.
Ron: Not good for Harry at least.
Severus: Will you three please shut up!
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.
Ron(whisper): Avada Kedavra.
Everyone, well everyone minus Draco, looks horrified.
This, he supposed, was the crash,
Minerva, going pale again, fixed a glare on Albus.
Albus: Minerva...
Minerva: I am sorely tempted to do some transfiguring right now.
Everyone slowly backs their chairs away from the table (Including Snape).
George(to Fred): Hurry! Continue reading!
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 of some unknown relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Dursleys were his only family.
This the all the Weasley's pause to glare at Albus.
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 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 woman 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.
Fred/George/Ron: What?!
Ron: Now that's wrong!
Fred: They're messing with his head that way!
Draco: You mean it wasn't messed up in the first place?
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 like to disagree with Dudley's gang.
Ron: I would like to disagree.
Fred: Well that's the end of that chapter. Who's next? How about you Professor Snape?"
Severus: NO.
Minerva(strangely smiling warmly): I will then..
Fred blinks, places the book near her, and just scoots away from the table again।
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