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Death was getting tired of Fate's complaining about how there was to many unnecessary deaths. Well him being Death he didn't really care for unnecessary deaths unless it made the nature of things unbalanced. Fate made him so bored with the complaining he started to think of a ways to make her stop. He smiled brightly which made Fate shiver and stop complaining.
       
"Death what ever it is your thinking don't do it!" Fate screeched still horrified by his happy smile.
       
"But I didn't say or do anything yet." Death pouted at Fate.
       
"You smiling means your planing something! Which means a whole lot of trouble for everyone." Fate started ranting at Death again.
       
Death listened to Fate's ranting for a while before going ahead with his plan. He teleported himself to a different dimension where Harry Potter had a sister named Harriet Potter. His plan was to kidnap her and tell her a way to bring back her older twin brother.
       
Harriet was sitting near the tome of her brother's grave crying. She truly missed him and his over protective nature for her. Harry kept her feeling safe from there relatives and any other scary aspects of life. She hated feeling scared and weak as well as she hated the fact that Voldemort won. Sure the wizarding world is better but it wasn't the same without having someone to trust and help you. "I miss you big brother." She said quietly to herself.
       
Death heard Harriet talking to the tome of her brother's without her realizing he was there. He walked closer to her, letting her notice his presence of him here.
       
Harriet felt a small shiver of cold brush her. She thought it was a dementor nearby, she wiped out her wand, ready to cast the patronus spell to any dementor she sees. However she didn't see anyone except a man who had some kind of bat wings and eye patch on with a worried expression on his face. "Wh-who are you and why d-do you have a presence like a dementor?" She asked bluntly at Death.
       
"Well that was a somewhat a fast recovery. I have a presence of a dementor because I'm Death." He immediately replied to Harriet's question. Harriet's face twisted into a questioning look at him but she didn't say anything. Death decided to further explain himself. "I'm nether living nor dead so I am death and if I truly wanted to I could control the dementors. Why I am in front of you is I need your help with a little project of mine."       
        
"Um? So Death what is this project you are talking about?" Harriet asked, tilting her head curiously. She was thinking about many possibilities that could happen for Death's project. Though all Harriet could hope it didn't involve herself being killed. Death's chuckled snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Don't worry you won't have to be dead for this project. I just need you to go into a different dimension to get seven books about your brother's life. However that is not all I also need you too kidnap people from other dimensions along with your brother. It's mostly people you think will be important in reading the seven books. However if you kidnap Dumbledore and Voldemort I believe you should dress them in a straight jacket."
       
She grins evilly. "Does that mean I can kidnap Tom as well before he mutilates his soul?"
       
"Yes as well as making sure your parents and brother isn't killed as well." Death said to her.
       
Harriet set off to do her tasks of getting the books as well as thinking of who to kidnap so they can rewrite history as they know it. She can only how that it will stop all the unnecessary deaths that happen along the way.

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After Harriet finished getting the books she started talking to Death. "Hey Death before I start kidnapping people could you maybe get me a box to put their wands in and two straight jackets? Also I think we need a room that won't let them do wandless magic." She mumbled the last bit to him.
       
"I'll get that room ready while you kidnap the people you want to read the books." He replied to her and gave her the things she asked for. "Oh before you go the wooden box is only clued into you and myself so no one can get into it."
       
"Thank you Death." She pecked the older man's cheek. "Now i'm off to kidnap Dumblefuck!" She yelled out as she was leaving. "Just be careful." She heard Death yell out as she left. Harriet transported to her first victim office. "How do I get Dumbledore's wand." She muttered to herself. "I know maybe I'll ask Fawkes for help. I hope he will." She walked to Fawkes who was on his stand. "Hey Fawkes could you help me to take Dumbledore's wand as well as kidnap him? I-it just I want to make Harry's life better...Please." Her voice was trailing off with tears started to fall down her face.
       
Fawkes looked at Harriet seeing that there was truth in to what she was saying. He tilted his and listen to her babble on about how Harry in her world died and how much she missed him. Also that she said knew this dimension's Harry wasn't her brother but it was still her brother's soul. He had enough of Harriet's crying. Fawkes wanted to comfort her but Dumbledore would come in any second so he did the only thing he could do. He had teleported Harriet and himself to the room of requirements.
       
Harriet stopped crying and looked at Fawkes. "Th-thank you Fawkes." She giggles softly as Fawkes crooned at her while rubbing her cheek. "I'm fine now Fawkes. Um, will you help me with my task of kidnapping the people?" Fawkes looked at her as if the explain herself so she explained the whole things that happened to her to him.
        Fawkes nodded to Harriet he made up his mind he was going to help her do her test. He cooed softly before flying off to get Dumbledore's wand. Dumbledore looked at him when he reentered the office. "Fawkes, My old friend where did you disappeared to?" He ignored Dumbledore's question, flying towards the other's wand and teleported back to Harriet. His beak opened and let the wand drop on Harriet's lap.
       
Harriet hugged Fawkes neck. "Thank you Fawkes. I think I found a way to get Voldemort as well Dumblefuck. Oops sorry" She felt sorry for insulting his master in front of him. Fawkes looked like he didn't care of what she said. "I'm going to summon the dark lord's wand and don't give me that weird look! He put a spell on his bloody name." She scarfed a bit before starting to cast accio for Voldemort's wand.
       
Meanwhile Voldemort was having a death eater meeting. He was having fun using curcio on Wormtail. Everyone watched when the wand stop the spell and flew out of his hand. Most of the death eaters were stunned only Bellatrix and Lucius tried to catch the wands. Voldemort slipped out of his shocked state and started chasing his wand. While Bellatrix and Lucius are chasing the wand in the manor Voldemort found himself following it into Hogwarts. He also some how lost sight of it so he went to Dumbledore's office.
        
Harriet smiled at how Voldemort's wand gracfully fell on to her lap. She quickly put the wand into the box. "Hey Fawkes can you teleport Dumbles here? Oh and be careful he maybe fighting Voldemort at this time."
        
Fawkes went to get Dumbledore and Harriet being true to what he told him. Dumbledore was indeed fighting Voldemort wandlessly. Fawkes looked for an opening. Once he an opening he swooped down and telepoorted his master to Harriet.
        
Before Dumbledore could react Harriet cast the petrificus totalus spell on him. "Thank you Fawkes you the best phoenix ever." She gave the bird a hug. "Now how to put the straight jacket on him." She muttered herself out loud. Dumbledore just stared at her weirdly when she said that and Hogwarts complied and put Dumbledore in the straight jacket on him. "Thank you Hogwarts! Um? could you also do that for Voldemort?" She asked the castle. The castle waled at her and brought Voldemort to them.
       
Voldemort looked around the room and spotted Dumbledore in the room. He turns to face Harriet and asked. "How would you like to join me and my Death eaters." Harriet just stared at him then she responded by saying. "Hogwarts anytime now." He looked confused until he realized he was put in a straight jacket by the castle.
       
Harriet didn't have to worry about putting them in the room since Death will pick them up. She went to the Malfoy manor thanks to Fawkes help. "Could you help me deal with Bellatrix?" Fawkes nodded and they went to mess with Bellatrix. It took them quite a long time because of how many times she had to dodge crucio and sectumsempra  thrown at her. However Harriet was injured horribly and Fawkes couldn't help heal her with all her injuries.
         
Fawkes transported Harriet to Hogwarts in the hallway because he couldn't go anywhere near the hospital wing. He flew to go get Mrs. McGonagall. He landed in her classroom while she was still teaching the class. He started to screech to get her attention. 
        
"Fawkes quite that racket right now. I don't have time for your nonsense right now." McGonagall exclaimed but Fawkes kept screeching. She knew Fawkes wanted her to follow her but why she did not know. "Mr. Potter, Miss. Granger and Mr. Weasley if you please follow Fawkes I will gladly give you extra credits. God knows two of you really need it." She said with ease.
       
Harry and the golden trio went to see what Fawkes wants. They followed him in the hallway they instantly stopped when they saw a bloody girl. For some reason Harry recognized her as his sister but he was an only child. Harry decided to keep it to himself instead. Until he could confirm it by her he will have to wait to tell. Harry picked the bloodied girl and ran to the hospital wing for Mrs. Pomfrey to take care of her. 
       
Meanwhile with Fawkes he appeared in front of Draco staring inside is soul. "What do you want?" Draco looked at Fawkes confused and uncomfortable. Fawkes flew on top of his head teleporting Draco to the room where Bellatrix was unconscious with both Dumbledore and Voldemort were in a straight jacket. Draco looked at him as if saying why the hell did you take me. He cooed softly as if saying sorry rubbing his head on his cheek before leaving to get Mrs. McGonagall. McGonagall was relaxing in her office when he swooped in and teleported to her in the same room as Draco is in.
       
Somewhere else Death decide to lighten Harriet's load by kidnapping all the Weasley's except for Ron. He also got Lucius, Severus, Lily, James, Peter, Sirius, Remus, Frank and Alice from the Marauders timeline. He finally got Tom Riddle before he made any horcruxes.
       
Harry was worried about the bloodied girl and decided to stay until she waked up unlike his two best friends leaving to do who knows what. The girl slowly woke up calling him big brother. "So the nagging in my brain wasn't a lie when I recognized you as my sister." He muttered.
       
"It might be, because I am your sister in an alternate timeline." She answered him. "So why are you here then?" He asked confused. She answered him again. She soon explained everything to him. He soon got Ron, Hermione, Luna and Neville and followed Harriet to the room where Death prepared for them to read the books. Along the way, Oliver, Jordan, Blaise and Marcus joined them. Along with a few others.

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"Okay, all of you are here to read the seven Harry Potter book. Oh, and Harriet's joining you because she missed her older brother." He motioned towards Harry. "Also no one let the two lunatics out of their straight jacket also no, I don't care what you think Molly." He pointed threatening at her. "The room will give you anything you need so, please introduce yourself and get familiar with each other. Also, you can't use your magic. However, once you're done the books you may." After explaining he disappeared from the room.
       

Everyone started to introduce themselves to the large group. "Who is going to read the book first?" Sirius asked after they finished introducing themselves.

Bellatrix instantly bounced in excitement as she said "I will, I will." Making grabby hands as Harriet giggled, passing the book.

Harriet passed the book to her. "Here you go Bellatrix." She was still giggling from the shocked looks the Black witch was getting. It was mainly from the Slytherins and those from the Marauders era.
 

Bellatrix opened the book to the first chapter. "Chapter One: The Boy Who Lived." A terrifying smile lurked on her with glee.
        

Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
        

Bellatrix finished the paragraph in the book. Spotting Tom shaking in his spot slightly with the younger Weasly female, Ginny glaring at him. She wondered what happened to make the girl spiteful to a man she's never met.

Harriet sighed, whispering something in her brother's ears. She kissed his cheek getting off of his lap, walking towards Tom. She can see him flinching when he saw her walk towards him. She smiled softly, gently plopped down into his lap. Making herself comfortable on Tom before planting a kiss on his cheek.
       

"Ginny stop glaring He didn't to anything yet. If you feel like glaring at something then glare at him." He pointed at Voldemort while defending Tom for his sister's sake. While, he may not like Tom for what he had done in the future. He was smart enough know not to blame someone until they did it.
        

However, all the pranksters in the room were currently too busy feeling offended. From what was happening in the book to notice anything going on around them. Others would have been amused by this but they were to distracted by Ginny.

Ginny was about to reply but Bellatrix continued to read. She was a little miffed about the exchange. Mainly do to her not knowing the reasonings behind them.
         

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was a thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in useful  as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
        

Bellatrix looked disgusted and Lily didn't blame her at all. Harriet was shivering in fear in Tom's lap. Tom was trying to calm her down. James and Sirius were snicker to each other. The twins said out loud together. "What a lovely looking bunch." The rest didn't know what to think about with where this was heading.
        

The Dursley had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would be discovered it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended that she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursley shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the streets. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son too, but they never seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.   
        

"The Potter's are much better then you are, you fucking Muggles." Tom, Lucius, Regulus and Bellatrix screeched out together causing Lily and Harriet to giggle.
       

"And no one likes you either." All the pranksters chorused together.
        

When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on a dull, grey Tuesday is where our story starts,
       

"I thought the story already started." Sirius mumbled and stopped before he could get yelled at for interrupting.
       

there was nothing about cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would happening all over the country. Mr Dursely hummed as he picked the most boring tie for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his highchair.
       

"Now you all can say your thoughts." Bellatrix said looking at Sirius who flushed red.  She gave a small smile not truly mad at her cousin.
       

James chuckles and said. "How can someone pick out the most boring tie? I mean if it was Padfoot he'd die from all the boring colors."
       

"More like he'd dye everything colorful to end his boredom." Regulus chimed into the small comment.
       

Sirius huffed. "What is this! Make fun of Sirius day."
       

Everyone laughed and said. "Yes it is." Effectively letting Bellatrix to start reading again.
       

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.At half-past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was having a tantrum and throwing cereal at the walls. 'Little tyke,' chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
       

"That is not how you raise a child!" Mrs. Weasley yelled glaring at the book. No one said a word scared to get on Mrs. Weasley's temper. Not that she could see it though.
        

It was on the corner of the street he noticed the first sign of something particular - A cat reading a map. For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realize what he had seen - then he jerked his head around and looked again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sigh that said Privet Drive - no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr Dursley  gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove towards town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day. 
       

"Professor I didn't know you were there." Luna gave Mrs. McGonagall a dreamy smile of her's.
       

"Yes well someone had to see what they were like." McGonagall huffed while the others urged Bellatrix to read more. Upset that she let Dumbledore allow Harry as well as Harriet stay there.
        

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind buy something else. As he sat in his usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes - the get-ups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr Dursley enraged  to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older then he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people were obviously collecting for something ... yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr Dursley arrived in the Grunnings car park, his mind back on drills.
       

"Can I ask something....What the hell is a drill?" Draco asked.
       

"It's a thing that's made out of metal that makes holes in the ground." Hermione explained lazily.
       

"Do muggles have something against robes?" Peter asked confused.
       

This time it was Tom who answered the question. "They don't. However they don't really wear it outside of there house." He earned a few nods of approval.
        

Mr Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping past in broad daylight,though people down in the streets did; they pointed and glazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of then had never seen an owl even at night-time. Mr Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good moon until lunch-time, When he thought he'd stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the baker's opposite.    
       

"Harry did it say what I though I just heard?" Harriet shuddered.
       

"I believe I did Harriet." Harry confirmed.
       

"He's exercising it's the end of the world." They chimed together.
       

"Now that you two are done I'm going to continue reading." Bellatrix shook her head before reading again. Those two were truly in sync with each other that it amused her slightly.
        

He forgotten all about the people in the cloaks until he passed a group of them next to baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This lot were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back back passed them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
       

'The Potters, that's right that what I heard-'
         

'- yes, there son, Harry-'
          

Mr Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whispers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

The Weasley twins gave Bellatrix a look. When she nodded her head they started to cheer happily. "The big bad mass is dead." It got some people to giggle at their antics.

Percy smiled sadly. "But not all are lucky." He sobered up everyone. "God I just want to hex him to death." This earned him a smile from Harry and Harriet. However, his comment made Marcus and Oliver move closer to him.

 He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his moustache, thinking ... no, he was just being stupid. Potter wasn't an unusual name. He was sure there were a lots of people called Potter who had a son named Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or even Harold. There was no point on worrying Mrs Dursley, she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her - if he'd had a sister like that ... but all the same, those people in cloaks ...   
       

"Why those stupid muggles when I get my hands on them-" Tom started before being silenced by Harriet's lips. It felt nice but he didn’t understand why.
       

Harriet pulls away. "Now Tom you will do no such thing...And you'll see why sooner or later." She wasn't about to let the young man make the same mistakes again.
       

"Oi Potter isn't a common name." James pouted.
       

Lily shook her head. "Sorry to say this but in the muggle world Potter and Black are a common last name."
       

Peter mumbled. "This Vermin guy needs some anger management in any case."
       

Both Harriet and Harry chimed together. "You have no idea, Peter." Causing the former traitor to smile at them. They couldn't be mad at him since he hadn't betrayed their parents yet.

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o'clock, he was still worried that he walked straight into someone outside the door. 'Sorry,' he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. it was a few seconds before Mr Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn't seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and said in a squeaky voice that made the passers-by stare: 'Don't be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!'
        

And the old man hugged Mr Dursley around the middle and walked off.   

All of the male Weasley's excluding Mr. Weasley himself choked on their own spit. They all seen what the man looked like. It was hard to imagine someone's arms would fit around the bigger man's waist. Afterall, each of them remembered what they saw of the man.
       

Everyone took this time to stare at Voldemort and Dumbledore in a straight jacket then at the book before Bellatrix started reading again.
        

Mr Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car set off home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn't approve of imagination.
       

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw - and it didn't improve his mood - was the tabby cat he spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.
       

'Shoo!' said Mr Dursley loudly.
       

The cat didn't move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this a normal  cat behavior, Mr Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was determined not to mention anything to his wife.
         

"Teacher cat!" Harriet got a lot of stares. "Sorry I just had too."
       

"Harriet did you have any sugar?" Harry asked slowly.
       

Tom answered. "I think she was eating some cookies during the paragraph." Harry nodded his head to him.
       

"I wonder what's going to happen next." Lily mumbled changing the subject.
        

Mrs Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs Next Door's problem with her daughter and how Dudley had learnt a new word ('Shan't'). Mr Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living-room in time to catch the last report on the evening news: 'And finally, bird watchers everywhere have reported that the nations's owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly even seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every directions since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping patterns.' The news reader allowed himself a grin. 'Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?'
       

'Well, Ted,' said the weatherman, 'I don't know about that, but it's not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart from as Kent, Yorkshire and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised them yesterday, they've has a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early - it's not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight.
        

Regulus looked at the book in disbelief. He tried to put his mask back in place but he couldn't. "What have they been doing?"
       

"Celebrating Snake face's fake death." Harry answered him automatically.
       

"At that time no one cared if the wizarding world was discovered." Harriet added onto her brother's words.
       

"When is Harry coming into the picture?" The twins whined. They didn't want to hear about the Dursleys but about their adopted baby brother. Many agreed with their statement however.
       

"A little more and he'll be mentioned." Bellatrix skimmed to see Harry's or the Potter's name.
       

Mr Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters ...
       

Mrs Dursley came into the living-room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He'd have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nevously. 'Er - Petunia, dear - you haven't heard from your sister lately, Have you?'
        

'No,' she said sharply. 'Why?'
        

'Funny stuff on the news,' Mr Dursley mumbled. 'Owls ... shooting stars ... and there were lot of funny looking people in town ...'
       

'So?' snapped Mrs Dursley. 
        

'Well, I just thought ... maybe ... it was something to do with ... you know ... her lot.'
        

"That is just rude.." Draco mumbled.
        

"What did he mean by 'her lot?'" Peter asked dumbly.
        

Both Harriet and Harry deadpanned at Peter's question. "It means wizards and magic with all that jazz." They said in unison.

Peter knew it was a stupid question. However, he was slow at getting things. He just was making sure he understood what was going on        

Mrs Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr Dursley wondered weather he dared tell her he'd heard the name 'Potter'. He decided he didn't dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, 'Their son - he'd be about Dudley's age now, wouldn't he?' 
        

'I suppose so,' said Mrs Dursley stiffly.
        'What's his name again? Howard, isn't it?'
        

'Harry. Nasty, common name if you ask me.'
        'Oh, yes,' said Mr Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. 'Yes, I quite agree.'
       

"Like Dudley isn't a common name you hypocrite." Lily grumbled in irritation.
        

"Your both wrong anyways since Harry is just the short version of Hadrian's name." Harriet stated as Harry cursed her under his breath.
        

"And how would you know that?" Hermione asked in a bitchy tone. She still didn't believe for one minute that Harriet was really Harry's little sister. Different timeline or not she wanted to call bullshit.
        

"Because she's my sister. Also she's the only person who can call my by my full first name. Any one else and I'll snap at them." Harry said, annoyed with Hermione.

Blaise frowned slightly at Harry's words. However, he noticed him mouthing the words 'and also Blaise.' This made him smile softly turning to listen to Bellatrix read.
        

He didn't say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down at Privet Drive as though it was waiting for something.
        

Was he imagining things? Could all and anything to do with the Potters? If it did ... if it got out that they were related to pair of - well, he didn't think he could bear it.
       

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr Dursley lay awake, turning all over his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs Dursley. The Potters knew very well what and Petunia thought about them and there kind ... He couldn't see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on. It couldn't affect them ...
       

How very wrong he was.
        

"Because mother flipping Dumbledore at his finest." Everyone said as they glared at Dumbledore.
        

Mr Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was still sitting as still as a statue, it's eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn't so much as quiver when a car door slammed in the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before it moved at all.
       

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you'd thought he'd just popped out of  the ground. The cat's tail twitched and it's eyes narrowed.
       

Nothing like this man had ever been seen in Privet Drive. He was tall, thin and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing a long robe, a purple cloak which swept the ground and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright and sparkling behind half-moon specticles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man's name was Albus Dumbledore.
        

"Only you McGonagall." Charlie said as everyone agrees.
        

"Dumblefuck's fashion sense is a living nightmare." Harriet mumbled. All the females agree and the males just chuckles softly.
        

Albus Dumbledore didn't seem to realise that he had just arrived in a street that everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realise he was being watched, because looking up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, 'I should have known.'
        

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again - the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left in the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs Dursley, they wouldn't be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street towards number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn't look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.
        

"That's so cool." Sirius said and the marauder's agreed with him. Then he noticed that Lucius was shivering, slightly against him. "Oi, would you stop that." He mumbled as he pulled the shivering blonde into his lap.
        

"Not all of us can be warm like you, Fluff-ball." Lucius muttered under his breathe. Subconsciously snuggling deeper into his warmth.
        

The golden trio and Draco started whispering to each other about the pair of men were doing. They were slightly confused about what was going on.
       

'Fancy seeing you here, Professor Mcgonagall.'
        

He turned and smiled at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings that cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled. 
        

'How did you know it was me.' she asked.
       

'My dear Professor, I've never seen a cat sit so stiffly.'
       

"You'd be stiff if you'd been sitting on a brick wall all day.'
        

"All day? When you could be out celebrating? I must have passed a dozen parties on my way here.'
        

Professor McGonagall sniffed angerly.
        

"Thank you, Professor. But I really want you to slap him." Harriet muttered.
       

"Maybe next time I will." McGonagall gave a sharp glare to Dumbledore.
         

'Oh yes, everyone's celebrating, all right,' she said impatiently. 'You'd think they'd be a bit more careful, but no - even the Muggles have noticed something's going on. It was on their news.' She jerked her head back at the Durselys' dark living-room window. 'I heard it. Flocks of owls ... shooting stars ... Well, they'er not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent - I'll bet that it was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense.'        
       

'You can't blame them.' said Dumbledore gently. 'We've had precious little to celebrate for eleven years.'          

"There was going to be a Harry Potter day. That's what my Father told me." Draco said he was slightly curious of why it never happened.

"Please tell me you are joking Draco." Harry shuddered at the thought of there being a day to celebrate him. It also disturbed him how little people remembered that his parents died that very same day.     
       

"Well did it? Not that Harry would mind it. I mean he'd probably be glad that would be a day about him." Hermione said sarcastically in a know it all voice she was known for.
       

"No it didn't, thankfully. Also I think it's you that wouldn't mind a day about you." Draco sneered before pointing out. "Besides I'm pretty sure Harry would hate that celebration because it would be the constant reminder of Harriet's and his parents death."
       

Ron couldn't believe what his self proclaimed girlfriend was saying. She was supposed to be Harry's other best friend like he was... given that he made a lot of mistakes that he wasn't proud of but what she said takes the cake. He at least made up for all the wrong he did to his best friend, speaking of which he whispered something into Harry's ears. Harry looked at him and they both moved to there respective Slytherin lovers.
       

Luna broke the ice and said in a dreamy state. "I think some twin nargles burned it so there is no celebration."
       

Neville smiled. "I think we should thank the twin nargles later." Once he was done Bellatrix started reading again.
        

'I know that,' said Professor McGonagall irritatedly.'But that's no reason to lode our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swappng rumours.'
       

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as so she went on: 'A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles find out about us all. I suppose he really is gone, Dumbledore?'

'It certainly seems so,' said Dumbledore. 'We have much to be thankful for. Would you like a sherbet lemon?'

' A what?'

'A lemon sherbet lemon. They'er a kind of Muggle sweet I'm rather fond of,'

"Those god damn candies are the reason why your so senile!" Draco yelled loudly at Dumbledore.

"Draco, Language but you are very correct on your statement." Lucius said sternly to his future son.

"Yes Father." Draco looked down at his lap. Worried that he made his father angry. But was comforted with a smile from said man.   

'No, thank you,' said Professor Mcgonagall coldly as though she didn't think this was the moment for sherbet lemons. 'As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone--'

'My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense -- for eleven years I been persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort.' Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two sherbet lemons, seemed not to notice. 'It all gets confusing if we keep saying, "You-Know-Who",' I have never given reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort's name.'

"That isn't even his real name!." Harriet grumbled at this. "But I guess I prefer not calling that thing by his birth name." Tom flinched when he heard Harriet say that. She noticed and kissed Tom on the lips. "I don't mean you, Love." Comforting him for her out burst.

'I know you haven't,' said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring.'But you're different. Everyone knows your're the only one You-Know - oh all right, Voldemort - was frightened of.'

"I am not afraid of-" Voldemort started to scream but was immediately slapped from Bellatrix hitting him with the book multiple of times.

"You will shut up! You idiotic Dark lord and let me finish this god damn chapter! You got that!" She screamed at him and all Voldemort could do was nod his head. Once she saw his nod she continued with the book. Not before giving him one more thuwak on the top of his head.

'You flatter me,' said Dumbledore calmly. 'Voldmort had power I will never have.'

'Only because you'er too - well - noble to use them.'

'It's lucky it's dark. I haven't blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told m she liked my new earmuffs.'

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and  said. 'The owls are nothing to the rumours that are flying around. You know what everyone's saying? About why he's disappeared? About what finally stopped him?'

It seemed that Professor McGonagall hat reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold hard wall all day, for neither a cat nor as a women had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever 'everyone' was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another sherbet lemon and did not answer.

"Anyone else think the earmuff thing was unnecessary?" Neville asked to no one particular.

"I think everyone did." Tom point out. Everyone just agreed to both comments.

'What they're saying,' she pressed on, 'is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric's Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumour is that Lily and James are - are - that they're - dead.'

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped. 'Lily and James ... I can't believe it ... I don't want to believe it ... Oh, Albus ...'

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. 'I know ... I know ...' He sighed heavy.

Professor McGonagall's voice trembled as she went on. 'That's not all. They're saying he tried to kill the Potter's son, Harry. But - he couldn't. He couldn't kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they'er saying that when he couldn't kill Harry Potter, Voldemort's power somehow broke - and that's why he's gone.'

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

'It's - it's true?' faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he's done ... all he's killed ... he couldn't kill a little boy? It's astounding ... of all the things to stop him ... but how in the name did Harry survive?'

Both Lily and James froze when they heard their names. They were speechless and didn't know what to say. When they learned they were dead shocked them but the thought of there son being still alive relived them. They were still students so it was also a shock the got married to each other.

Remus and Sirius didn't take the news well at all. Sirius was the one who first cracked. "There dead? where the hell were we!?" Remus was crying hard.

No one answered him so, Bellatrix continued. She still blamed herself for the Longbottom and Sirius accident.      

'We can only guess,' said Dumbledore. 'We may never.' Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, 'Hagrid's late. I suppose it was he who told you I'd be here, by the way?'

'Yes,' said Professor McGonagall. 'And I don't suppose you're going to tell me why you're here, of all here?'

'I've come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They're the only family he has left now.'

'You don't mean - you can't mean the people who live here?' cried Professor McGonagall, jumped to her feet and pointed at number four. 'Dumbledore - you can't. I've been watching them all day. You couldn't find people two people more less like us. And they've got a son - I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter came and live here!'

'It's the best place for him,' said Dumbledore firmly. 'His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he's older. I've written a letter.

'A letter?' repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. 'Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He'll be famous - a legend - I wouldn't be surprised if today was Harry Potter day in future - there will be books written about Harry - every child in our world will know his name!' 

Harriet was gaping like a fish. "I really need to thank the twin nargals for this." She almost stuttered through her words. Harry nodded in agreement with her.

The Slytherins were amused by the siblings antics along with their future parents. Some of them chuckled quietly. However, they heard them and started pouting. For them it wasn't as funny or amusing.

'Exactly,' said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. 'It would be enough to turn any boy's head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won't remember! Can't you see how much better off he'll be, growing up away from all that until he's ready to take it?'

Professor McGonagall opened he mouth, changing her mind, swallowed and then said, 'Yes - yes, you'er right, of course. But how is the boy getting here Dumbledore?' She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

'Hagrid's bringing him.'

'You think it - wise - to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?'

'I would trust Hagrid with my life,' said Dumbledore.

Marcus looked disturbed that Professor McGonagall had agreed with the headmaster. He knew not all muggles were bad due to dating Oliver and Percy. However, the discriptions that the book gave off they wouldn't be good ones.

Professor McGonagall held her head down in shame. "Worst mistake I ever made." This caused a few tears in everyone's eyes. However, no one truly blamed her for this moment.

Ron winced slightly and looked at his group. "I think this is the only time I really agree with Dumbledore." He said to them because honestly all three of them trust Hagrid with there lives. Just maybe not secrets.

Harry chuckled softly at Ron. "No worries, we're bound too agree on somethings. Even characters we don't like." He grinned at Ron.

'I'm not saying his heart isn't in the right place,' said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, 'but you can't pretend he's not careless. He does tend to - what was that?'

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for a sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky - and a huge motorcycle fell our of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild - long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of dustbin lids and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vest, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

'Hagrid,' said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. 'At last. And where did you get that motorbike?'

'Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir,' said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorbike as he spoke. 'Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I've got him, sir.'

The group stayed quite for the moment. Trying to process the passages Bellatrix had just finished reading. They were partly shocked about what was going on. Except for the few that already knew what was going on.

Blaise shuffled closer to Harry. He placed his hand on his boyfriend's lap in silent support. He felt fingers run through his hair. Letting out a small yawn, he looked up at Harry with a smile. 

Draco wrapped his arm around Ron's waist. He pulled him closer allowing his boyfriend to cry into his chest. Worry flashed into his normally unfazed mask. He wasn't going to like whatever comes next in the story.

Percy had a small smile on his face. He watched his little brother and Harry interact with their boyfriends. His own boyfriends only moments ago had stopped him from going into a panic attack. Percy was grateful for them but he was pretty sure he scared his family members because of it.

Charlie and Bill had calmed down once they knew Percy was okay. Both looked at each other with a smirk on their faces. "We got to say that is an accurate discriptions of Hagrid." They said in unison as if they were possessed by their twin brothers. Their comment desolved the tension in the room causing everyone to laugh.

'No problems, were there?'

'No, sir - house was almost destroyed but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin' around. He fell asleep as we was flyin' over Bristol.'

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuff of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously-shaped cut, like a bolt of lighting.

Harry with a straight face looked at his sister. "Dame, I'm an ugly baby."

Harriet stared into her brother's soul. "Harry, no!" She hollered back.

Blaise gently touched Harry's scar and kissed it. While, Tom held Harriet's waist to make sure she doesn't charge at her brother. Mostly everyone else was cooing at baby Harry's appearance. 

'Is that where - ?' whispered Professor McGonagall.

'Yes,' said Dumbledore. 'He'll have that scar for ever.'

'Couldn't you do something about it, Dumbledore?'

'Even if I could, I wouldn't. Scars can come in useful. I have one myself above my left knee which is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well - give him here, Hagrid - we'd better get this over with.'

Everyone jumped when they heard Blaise growl as he walked towards Dumbledore. "Don't touch my boyfriend, Fucker!" He yelled kicking the headmaster where the son doesn't shine. In the background you could hear Bellatrix cheering him on as the other Slytherins were clapping.

Dumbledore took Harry into his arms and turned towards the Dursleys' house.

'Could l - could I say goodbye to him, sir?' asked Hagrid.

He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a scratchy, whiskey kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

'Shhh!' hissed Professor McGonagall. 'You'll wake the Muggles!'

'S-s-sorry,' sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large spotted hankerchief and burying his face in it. 'But I c-c-can't stand it - Lily and James dead -an' poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles -'

'Yes, yes, it's all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we'll be found,' Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry's blankets and then came back to the other two. For and full minute the three of then stood on looked at the little bundle; Hagrid's shoulders shook, Professor Mcgonagall blinked furiously and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore's eyes seemed to have gone out.

Molly's shoulders shook with the rage building up inside of her. "You left him outside with only a letter! In night! You idiotic Headmaster you could of killed him!" Letting out inhuman yet still motherly growl which Lily joined in on. 

'You hurt hurt our baby, Bitch!" Lily motioned to James and Regulus as she stared into Dumbledore's eyes with fury. 

Everyone watched as the two mothers along with Bellatrix beat up Dumbledore. They even saw them hit Voldemort a few times. Once done they took their seats to finish off the chapter.

'Well,' said Dumbledore finally, 'that's that. We've no business staying here. We may as well go join the celebrations.'

'Yeah,' said Hagrid in a muffled voice. 'I'll be takin' Sirius his bike back. G'night, Professor Mcgonagall - Professor Dumbledore, sir.'

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself on to the motorbike and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

'I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall,' said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once and twelve balls of light sped back to their streethe lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the street. He could just see at bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

Death reappeared and dropped the Put-Outer into Ron's lap. "Just returning this object too it's new owner." He gave a roguish grin to everyone in the room.

Harriet gave Death an unempressed look. "You really just love to create chaos don't you." Saying it without really questioning it. This was Death they were talking about. "Were going to find out more about it later aren't we?" Death nodded his head and left.

"For now I think it's best if Bill holds into it." Ron said staring at the object. It was a cool machine and all but he didn't trust himself not to break it. "He's used to dealing with magical objects." Explaining to the others but more for his family. Ron passed it too Bill who gladly excepted it.

Percy sent his youngest brother a small shy smile. He earned a small understanding nod  from him. It was mutual understanding that he was worried about the object having more features then the book said. He was worried it could hurt his baby brother.

Bill looked at his family. "After the book is done I'll look into if it has other features. Especially, before I give it back to Ron." He got a few nods. "Just so you know Ron. If it's dangerous you won't get it back."

Ron gave a wary chuckle. "More reason for you to keep it rather then me." While he may be stupid at times. There was no way he wanted to have an object that could hurt those around him.

After the Weasley's chatted about what to do with the object Bellatrix continued to read the last chapter.

'Good luck, Harry,' he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the near hedge of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours' time by Mrs Dursley's scream as she opened the front door to put the milk bottles, nor that he would spent the next few weeks being prodied and pinched by his cousin Dudley... He couldn't know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying hushed voices: 'To Harry Potter - the boy who loved!'

Bellatrix closed the book quietly. "The chapter is done. While wants to read next?" She asked softly as she felt sad for the young one.

"I'll read it. I want to learn more about your son... even if I'm not mentioned as their parent." Regulus chimed softly as he glared at Dumbledore. It was probably the munipulative goats fault for this to happen.

Harry stared at the book being passed down to Regulus. "I'm not special but we have three parents?" He looked at Harriet in confusion. He could see his sister cringe.

Harriet let out a sigh. "Depends on the timeline at least from what Death told me. In start me timelines I am a female version of you or I don't exist. If that makes sense." She tried to explain the best start she could. 

Blaise pouted when Harry said he wasn't special. He was to him and he'd tell him that. but he didn't want to interupt his chat with his family. He felt Harry's arms around his waist allowing him to curl up into his chest. He felt a small kiss on his forehead.

Everyone was taking a short break before reading the next chapter. The families were chatting with each other. Meanwhile the mothers plus Bellatrix were beating Dumbledore and Voldemort like bad children they were.

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"Professor Mcgonagall would you like a turn?" Lily asked after Molly, Bellatrix and herself were finished beating the living shit out of two controling idiot. 'Honestly those two are loaded with self entitled bullshitary that they caused.' She huffed slightly as she thought to herself.

Alice looked at the two and then her son. "If you don't mind I would love a few hits myself." She had a smile that promised pain towards the headmaster and dark lord.

Frank shivered at the vandictiveness that was held in his girlfriend's voice. And by the looks that Neville gave he held the same concerned. However, all the females seemed to have a victorious smirk on their faces.

Every man in the room flinched. The sounds from the slapping rather loudly. They had to remember not to anger any of the ladies in the room. They fear they may get the same treatment. 

Though once everyone settled down. Regulus started to read the next chapter. He was eager to learn more about the twins. Regardless of the fact that the book only spoke about his son.

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 gardens and li 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. The room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

Regulus looked at the twins in concern. "Harriet, Harry..." He was going to ask about why there weren't any pictures. However, he realized that it would be a fruitless endeavor as the Dursleys were horrid. Whether they were family members or worse.

Lily and James could feel the worry rolling off of Regulus. Even though they were also have they're worries for the twins. Both of them wanted to comfort their lover. So, on either side of Regulus they snuggled into him slightly. While they wait for the twins to answer him.

"We're okay now Dad." Harry said softly to his third parent. He didn't know why it felt right to call Regulus, Dad but it did. His mind and body seemed to react on it's own. Which made him feel grateful to an extent even if it confuses him a little bit.

Harriet gave a soft smile towards Regulus. "We're a lot better then where we began." She sounded as if she was giving a promise to him. Harriet shared a sheepish look with Harry as both were very awkward at comforting people.

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!"

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.

"You guys must have good hearing if you can here her from upstairs." Lee said in a somewhat hopeful voice. He was worried that he may be wrong at his assumption. However, he was going off of what little the twins told him.

Both Harriet and Harry gave a sheepish chuckle. It was a sign to the others that both may be hiding something. "We moved to that room in second year." They finally admitted after five minutes of awkward silence. However, they felt like they caused everyone to worry even more. Judging by the fact that Tom and Blaise were holding them slightly more tightly.

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 perfect on Duddy's birthday."

Harry groaned.

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

"Nothing, nothing..."

Ron looked agitated towards the book. "Bloody hell, give the man a minute you bloody banshee." It took Draco to pull him closer to calm himself down. That didn't mean he didn't have a bad feeling about what was going to be revealed next.

The other Weasley members could understand what Ron was saying. Though his Mother would wish he didn't use such profanity. Even though at the moment everyone else in the family was thinking the same thing.

Remus and Sirius couldn't help but growl out lowly. Thankfully Lucius and Severus were happy to help calm down the two canine-like wizards. Both were unaware that their growling scared Peter, Alice and Frank.

Lily, Regulus and James were equally upset. They didn't like how Petunia was treating their son. All of them could only imagine how she would treat Harriet as well. That made them worried even more then anything else because both had to have been treated truely poorly by their supposed family members.

Dudley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten? 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, put them on. Harry was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where he slept.

"Excuse me what!?" George hissed out in anger.

Fred looked at both Harry and Harriet. "The same fucking cupboard that we got your wand and trunk from?" He asked equally as angry as his twin. 

Harriet and Harry both slowly nodded their heads. However, realized they had to verbally reply to the twins because of how angry they were. "Yes, it's the same cupboard.

Ron was shaking because of his fear of spiders and his anger towards the Dursley family. "We told you Mum!" He shouted towards her bitterly. Though he wasn't truely upset at her, his anger just blinded him slightly. "Sorry Mum." He instantly said once he realized what he had done.

Molly waved off her youngest son's apology with teary eyes. "It's okay Ronald dear, we've all yell out something when we're upset about something." She huffed slightly in amusement. "Now don't you give me that guilty look young man. Honestly, you done nothing wrong so cheer up." She went to Ron and cupped his cheek. "You were simply blinded by your anger for the treatment of Harry and Harriet." She kissed his forehead. "Otherwise you wouldn't have yelled that. I should apologize for brushing off yours and the twins worries." She admitted softly.

"It's okay, Mum. You didn't really know a-and I shouldn't have shouted at you." Ron said softly. Everyone around them smiled at the scene especially the Weasley family.

Hermione kept quiet though. She realized that she was being a prat. However, she did apologize during the minor break. At the moment it would take while for her friends and Harriet to except her apology.

Meanwhile, before anyone can mention anything about Dudley and his birthday Death appeared again. "My apologies but these two were worried about their friends." He motioned towards Pansy and Theodore. "I have already informed them about the books and what has been read." He only disappeared once the two sit down into the circle.

"I'm Theodore Nott though I'm nothing like the Senior. Also please call me Theo." The male Slytherin introduced himself.

"I'm Pansy Parkinson." She said shyly. "I'm not like how I act in school I promise." Feeling slightly fearful of people hating her for some of her actions in the book.

Harry and Harriet shared a look. "No one will judge you here Pansy." Glaring at anyone who may say other wise. Only to see the twins and Lee holding their hands in surrender jokingly. All in all it lightened up the mood for the two that just joined in.

Regulus sighed softly and continued to read.

When he was dressed he went down 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. 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. 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 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 remember asking his Aunt Petunia was how he had gotten it.

"James did have knobbly-like knees when he was younger." Lily said as she remembered a first year James.

Regulus blinked owlishly. "He still has knobby knees." Absently comforting a pouting James."

"That explains his knees but not the condition his relatives forced him into." Hermione said as she refused to even consider that they were Harry's or Harriet's family. "If anything I hope whenever we return we can change a few things." She huffed in anger. "Harriet and Harry don't deserve to be treated like this."

Everyone's heart started to warm as Hermione spoke her mind. Though they had a feeling things may get worse as they go in. However, they remembered the Potter twins saying it was better then where they began.

Theo looked worried. "Maybe we could write down notes of things that we clearly don't like." He suggested rather then any thing else.

"Oooo, maybe we could compare notes and write what we want to change." Pansy clapped her hands in excitement. 

Everyone chuckled and nodded their heads to the idea. Funny enough the room gave them papers and writing utensils for them to start. Each of them started to write some points down for the first chapter as well as a bit for the second.

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 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.

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.

"Th-they made you cook?" Molly looked horrified but it also made so much sense. Harry always seemed to ask to help around the kitchen causing her to kick him out more then not.

Regulus and James saw Lily cry at the horrible revelation. Both themselves felt like crying but they're body refuses too. All they wanted to do was protect their babies from any harm.

Tom clinged to Harriet much like Blaise was doing with Harry. Professor Mcgonagall looked like she was planning a murder. Severus and Lucius sat on their respective lovers. The Weasley family were comforting each other. The rest were to speechless to speak.

"Thirty-six," he said, 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."

"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"

Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty... thirty..."

"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.

"Even I'm not that spoiled and that is truely saying something." Draco said in absolute shock. Though he did smile when he heard Ron giggling into his chest.

"That boy can't even count?" Theo looked absolutely confused as he recounted the scene. Both Harriet and Harry shrugged at his question. So, he assumed they don't really know or weren't paying attention to their cousin.

All the mothers along with Professor Mcgonagall mumbled. "Don't encourage him like that." They were even more upset once Regulus continued to read. Especially because they didn't like the Dursleys' way of dealing with things.

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.

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 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.

"That's a little rude don't you think?" Hermione asked the potter twins.

"We didn't want her to get hurt." Harriet started.

"But, their really were to many cats to handle." Harry finished.

Hermione nodded their head in understanding. Not necessarily liking the fact that Mrs. Figg had got hurt. But also understood that neither of them wanted to be surrounded by that many cats.

"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.

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

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?"

"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.

"All of those options sound awful." Harriet cringed while Harry agreed with her.

"All of them hate us because of the lies the Dursleys tell them except Mrs. Figg to be honest." Harry added.

"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 though she'd just swallowed a lemon.

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

"I won't blow up the house," said Harry, but they weren't listening.

"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 it alone..."

"That is fucking illegal you god damn bitch." Lily yelled not able to hold in her anger towards her sister.

Hermione nodded her head. "Maybe we could bring down the law on them." She said darkly. 

Both of them started planning the Dursleys demise for an hour or so. Regulus just let it happen because he was scared that they would turn on him as well.

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.

"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!" 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.

"Not going to lie that nickname is hilarious." Fred and George said as the sandwiched Lee in between them. Their family members besides there parents agreed with them.

Peter looked scandalous as the mentioned a rat faced boy. "I may be a rat but I don't appreciate someone stealing my spotlight."

"If someone can't cry in front of there friends they aren't really friends." Luna mumbled as Neville hugged him.

James, Remus, Sirius, Harry and Harriet all had abouts of laughter at Peter's comment. They also found themselves agreeing with Luna's mumbled comment.

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."

All the adults gasped in horror at Vernon's comment. Lily and James looked scared for their babies. Remus' eyes turned amber. No one else made a noise in fear of setting something off. Regulus had trouble trying to read the next paragraph because of his own anger.

"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 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. 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.

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 must have shrunk in the wash and, to his great relief, Harry wasn't punished.

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 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 trash cans outside the kitchen doors. Harry supposed that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump.

"Those are quite power bouts of accidental magic." Professor Mcgonagall said in awe.

"Did you use apparition?" Pansy asked curiously.

"Not really. I just remembered being on the swing and felt something like a gust of wind floating me up where my cousin and his friends couldn't get me." Harry tried to explain but didn't think he did it quite well enough.

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 favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

"... 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."

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 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 -- they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

"They really need to sort out there priorities." Lucius huffed into Sirius' chest. Though he did notice Arthur's eyes perk up when he heard the mention of the flying motorcycle.

Sirius eyes lit up. "Can I get one?" Forgetting that the motorcycle was his in the first place. He ended up giving Lucius puppy dog eyes.

Lucius rolled his eyes and giggled lightly. "Fine, you can get one Siri." He teased him slightly but laughed when he nuzzled into him.

Regulus shook his head in amusement from his brother and friends interaction with each other. He was just happy that they were happy at the moment.

"Dangerous ideas are our specialty." The Weasley twins grinned happily.

Percy frowned lightly. "As long as it doesn't get you hurt." He may not like being his brothers victims. However that doesn't mean he wants them hurt.

"We usually have a few explosions." Fred admitted to Percy.

"However, we make sure to have protection with us." George promises so Fred's comment didn't worry Percy to much.

"I'm still reeling from the asshole's threat to my seeker." Oliver said as he rubbed the back of his neck.

"I just want to smash his head in." Marcus mumbled darkly. He noticed how skinny both Harriet and Harry were. Honestly he secretly worries that one of these days he may body check one of them and they would fall off their brooms.

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 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 you should apologize to that poor Gorilla." Ginny said jokingly. Luna gave a semi-serious nod at her joke. Pansy was also hiding a small giggle next to her.

Harry had the best morning he'd had in a long time. 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.

A bowl of icecream found it's way in front of everyone by the room. It had been everyone's favorite flavor of icecream. Or in Harry's and Harriet's case their general favorite flavor. It was a break that everyone was happy about.

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.

"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.

"That poor snake." Pansy said softly. She may not like snakes personally as pets. However, she didn't think they should be treated like that either.

"The snake is probably made it to his homeland now I think." Harriet giggled softly.

"Yeah, you have a point." Harry mumbled.

"So this is the snake you accidentally set free." Ron and Hermione mumbled in wonder.

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 its beady eyes. Slowly, very slowly, it raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Harry's.

It winked.

"Haddy..." Blaise looked at Harry with a look of concern. "Snakes can't wink." He nuzzled his boyfriend.

"Um, may be he saw the extra skin layer." Tom said carefully as he got a few curious looks towards him. Snakes have a layer of skin on their eyes to protect them." He explained. "It my have been shedding or lowered it to make it seem like it was winking." He suggested.

Harriet at the end gave Tom a gentle kiss on the cheek. "Thank you, Sweetheart."

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."

The snake nodded vigorously.

"Where do you come from, anyway?" Harry asked.

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?"

"Snakes really have a lot of personality." Harry shrugged.

Harriet giggled softly. "They honestly are a blast to talk too." 

"If only my pet snake would stop mothering me." Tom mumbled feeling exhausted.

Everyone watched them with amusement. Some of them were shocked but said nothing. Others were curious on what kind of conversations the three had with the snakes.

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.

"Out of the way, you," he said, punching Harry in the ribs. 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 next, they had leapt back with howls of horror.

Sirius growled. "Let me at him." Lucius however was cuddling into him to let him move.

Remus' eyes glowed golden again. However, this time Moony took control and howled in agitation. Though afterwards he nuzzled and whined into Severus to somewhat calm himself down.

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 onto 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?"

Such a polite snake." Luna cooed softly. Which Harriet joined in on the cooing.

"I kinda feel bad for confusing the zoo keeper." Harry said guiltily. 

Charlie looked slightly concerned. "I hope the snake is at least safe on it's adventure.

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 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.

"That low down filthy little git." Peter hissed darkly. "I want to prank him until he learns his lesson." He huffed.

"Thanks, Uncle Peter." Harry and Harriet told him softly. Both hoped that maybe this was the chance they needed to change his fate. They really wanted to get along with Peter but deep down they wanted to understand why he betrayed their parents.

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.

Professor Mcgonagall gasped and had tears in her eyes. "He remembers that horrible day a-and the same could be said for Harriet." She sobbed into her hands.

Regulus however gave the last paragraph an odd look. "Lily nor James would have died in a car crash." It was rather an odd thought for him. "Both of them are excellent at driving." He felt absolutely confused.

"That was a lie Auntie loved to tell us when we were younger." Harry told his Dad.

"We were too young to not believe her at the time." Harriet said feeling slightly subconscious about believing the lie.

"That is completely understandable Sweethearts." Both James and Lily said softly to their children. None of them could blame them for believing the lie that was fed to them at a young age.

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. 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.

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.

Regulus finally let his held back tears down. "The chapter is done." He said softly. "W-who wants to read next?" He stumbled out as he broke down.

"I will of you don't mind." Peter said softly. He watched as James and Lily help calm Regulus down. He was worried about Harriet and Harry as well. However, right now he was more worried about Regulus.

Sirius whispered something to Lucius before getting up and comforting his baby brother. "Why don't we take a break before reading the next chapter, Pete." He told his friend.

"Of course." Peter said automatically because he agreed. "Besides it's probably better to take a break after each chapter before reading the next." He honestly didn't want anyone to feel overwhelmed.

"It would also give us time to write down points onto the paper before figuring put everything we want to change." Hermione chimed into Peter's idea along with mentioning the ideas of Pansy and Theo as well.

All and all everyone decided to take a break and comfort each other from the worrisome chapter. Though the golden trio along with Harriet wondered what everyone's reaction would be from the dangerous adventures they all had. Especially Harriet since she seemed to experience more then they had at this point.

Chapter Text

Peter kindly waited for everyone to calm down or at least for everyone to let their emotions out. 'These books are going to be an emotional roller coaster.' He allowed himself to think. Peter was worried about how his may effects James and Lily. However more so with Regulus and Sirius because they were brought up in an abusive household.

Harry and Harriet shared a small look with each other. Both could see Peter genuinely cared about his friend group. 'We should probably blame Dumbledore and Voldemort for Peter's betrayal.' Both thought to themselves as they glared at the two.

Regulus did manage too calm down eventually. He had the help of Fawkes' melody. Which he promptly thanked the phoenix. "Thank you for waiting Peter. You can start reading" He said kindly to the Gryffindor.

Peter waved of the thank you. "No need for that Regulus. It was the right thing to do." He grinned at his friends partner and sibling. Though after the small exchange and the others returning to their seats he started reading.

The escape of the Brazilian boa constrictor earned Harry his longest-ever punishment. By the time he was allowed out of his cupboard again, the summer holidays had started and Dudley had already broken his new video camera, crashed his remote control airplane, and, first time out on his racing bike, knocked down old Mrs. Figg as she crossed Privet Drive on her crutches.

The mothers, professor Mcgonagall and Bellatrix all started seething at the thoughts of what the punishment could be. They were horrified enough at the implications. Though they thought it may be more then just the cupboard.

Peter however noticed the ladies anger. So, he politely waited for them to settle down. However, he wasn't afraid to admit he was shaking in fear as he waited. For they were frightening to watch them go into an attack frenzy. 'Yeah I'm definitely waiting for them to finish.' Peter thought to himself.

Harry was glad school was over, but there was no escaping Dudley's gang, who visited the house every single day. Piers, Dennis, Malcolm, and Gordon were all big and stupid, but as Dudley was the biggest and stupidest of the lot, he was the leader. The rest of them were all quite happy to join in Dudley's favorite sport: Harry Hunting.

This was why Harry spent as much time as possible out of the house, wandering around and thinking about the end of the holidays, where he could see a tiny ray of hope. When September came he would be going off to secondary school and, for the first time in his life, he wouldn't be with Dudley. Dudley had been accepted at Uncle Vernon's old private school, Smeltings. Piers Polkiss was going there too. Harry, on the other hand, was going to Stonewall High, the local public school. Dudley thought this was very funny.

"They stuff people's heads down the toilet the first day at Stonewall," he told Harry. "Want to come upstairs and practice?"

"No, thanks," said Harry. "The poor toilet's never had anything as horrible as your head down it -- it might be sick." Then he ran, before Dudley could work out what he'd said.

Fred's and George's eyes lit up in wonderment and pride. "Where has this gem been hidden?" Both asked curiously. They were well aware of Harry having a sassy side and they assumed Harriet did as well. 

Harriet grinned as she snuggled into Tom. "Far away from you both so neither of us can be tainted." Giggling at the mocked offended looks from the twins.

"To be fair. I don't think our sass would be appreciated." Harry offered the twins who had a look like they were going to faint. Though he did see professor Mcgonagall giving a pleasant look of surprise.

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg's. Mrs. Figg wasn't as bad as usual. It turned out she'd broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn't seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she'd had it for several years.

Remus looked at the book in horror. "Did it just say..." He started to say but didn't know how to finish. Being the chocoholic friend in his circle of friends. He was genuinely offended at the book.

"Did it say Harry and Harriet tasted several year old boxed chocolate? Then yes, yes it did." Sirius said equally horrified at the statement.

Lucius and Severus would have snickered. However, they were horrified at what had been said. Severus because he hated the thought of someone being abused like himself. Lucius because he recognize the last name. Though he was uncertain if they were the same person he was thinking about.

"Lily, James, Regulus." Peter turned to look at them. "If you need anyone to startle them I'd be happy to help." Though he inched slightly away do to the killing aura coming off of Lucius and Severus.

In the end it seemed like it was Sirius' and Remus' turn to calm down the pair of Slytherins. Remus nuzzled into Severus' side, wrapping an arm around the raven haired teen. Sirius on the other hand placed Lucius into his lap to calm himself.

That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform. Smeltings' boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren't looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.

As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn't believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up. Harry didn't trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

Every female in the room wrinkled their noses in disgust. Maroon and orange are good colors. However, the combination of both didn't sound remotely good looking.

"There warm tones I'll give them that." Harriet said kindly. She absolutely hated the colors together. The orange was too bright to match with the maroon.

Every male in the room except Voldemort and Dumbledore snickered. The image simply seemed funny to them. Harry was the one snickering the most because he actually seen it.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.

"What's this?" he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.

"Your new school uniform," she said.

Harry looked in the bowl again.

"Oh," he said, "I didn't realize it had to be so wet."

"Don't be stupid," snapped Aunt Petunia. "I'm dyeing some of Dudley's old things gray for you. It'll look just like everyone else's when I've finished."

"Sarcasm has always been lost on sister dearest." Lily said disgusted at the notion her children had to wear hand-me-down clothing. Especially when her thoughts imagined her nephew as a small troll of some kind.

Harriet and Harry looked disturbed at the thoughts they had when eleven. "I feel sorry for offending any elephants." Harry said softly. 'I agree. Though a beach ball or baby whale is also sort of stretching it." Harriet said as she thought about it more.

Hermione grimaces at the thought. "Why on earth would you dye old clothes for a uniform?" She already knew the answer to her own question. Which is why no one tried giving her the answer. It was just the concept of the whole thing that was confusing her.

Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table and tried not to think about how he was going to look on his first day at Stonewall High -- like he was wearing bits of old elephant skin, probably.

Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry's new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.

"He really must like that stick." Oliver stated the obvious. Though he looked utterly lost at the reason why. Percy shook his head at his words while Marcus chuckled a little bit. He didn't know how true that statement was.

Ron gave a flat look towards the book. "I don't have a good feeling about the smelting stick." Mainly because nothing about the Dursleys felt good to him.

Peter grimaces in agreement to Ron's statement. "You most certainly won't." He said skimming a few pages. "I believe everyone in this room is going to murder our two crazies in the straight jackets very, very soon. If not everyone then it's most certainly going to be the mothers of this group along with Bella and possibly Professor Mcgonagall." He said with complete confidence written in his face.

They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.

"Get the mail, Dudley," said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

Harriet and Harry shared a look with each other. Both had forgotten this scene existed. They prayed that nothing bad would happen to their cousin. Especially, since it wasn't his fault, his actions were learnt ones. 'Dudley was only trying to mimic what his parents were essentially showing him.' They thought to himself.

"How dare they!" Lily screamed as she got up. A smelting stick appeared in her hand as she marched towards the two crazies in the room. She hit both of them hard enough that both were bleeding from the forehead.

Once the deed was done. The room teleported the fuming Lily back to the seat. Much to the disappointment of the blood thirsty group. The room also tended to the crazies' wounds. Because sadly Death didn't want to deal with either of their bullshit at the moment. Though one could say he wanted to watch them suffer their meaningless existence just until the books were finished.

One one said a single word. Fearing they would be next on Lily's to do in list. It took a while before Peter to read again.

Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to get the mail. Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and -- a letter for Harry.

Harry picked it up and stared at it, his heart twanging like a giant elastic band. No one, ever, in his whole life, had written to him. Who would? He had no friends, no other relatives -- he didn't belong to the library, so he'd never even got rude notes asking for books back. Yet here it was, a letter, addressed so plainly there could be no mistake:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was written in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.

Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple wax seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger, and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

James made an 'O' shaped face, cooing out excitedly. "My babies are getting their Hogwarts letter!" He was doing a small happy dance where he was sitting.

Regulus flopped himself into both Lily and James. "To many emotions..." He mumbled softly. His mind was cycling through too many emotions for him to process correctly.

"My babies can escape this hell hole." Lily said tearfully. Genuinely feeling like if anything goes wrong. She'd take her anger out on Dumbledore again.

Molly frowned softly. "Your forgetting who he has to deal with at Hogwarts." Motioning towards Albus too many middle names Dumbledore. "Frankly, I'm scared to know what else could happen under his watch especially at the school." She admitted.

"The address on the letter..." Professor Mcgonagall muttered. "We use an automatic system..." Quickly she jotted something down on the paper. Realizing that their was a major flaw in the mailing system.

"Hurry up, boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Harry went back to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and the postcard, sat down, and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

"Harry, Harriet! Babies no!" James and Lily said together. James motioning to grab either one of the two without moving because Regulus was lying on them. Lily looked ready to cry because she was worried her sister and her husband would hurt their babies.

Harriet giggled sheepishly. "We weren't really thinking Papa." Harry immediately agreed with her comment. Neither of them used their Slytherin side.

"We were extremely curious on who would want to talk to us." Harry added because that was the only way he could really describe it. Though he wasn't surprised at the worried looks that they were getting.

Lee face scrunched up in disgust. "That fat lard of shit isn't funny." He said as he remembered the description of the family. "Like bitch don't joke about war unless you've been in one!?" Yelling at the book with a sassy tone he's associated with.

Tom shuddered at the thought of war. "I may have psychopathic tendencies but even I wouldn't joke about war." He conceded as he was from a period of time where war was happening.

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk..."

"Isn't that the Aunt?" Ron asked but didn't really say what it was that either Harriet or Harry had did. He kinda didn't want to spoil the event for those that didn't know yet.

"Sadly... Well not really, but yes that was the Aunt." Harry provided to Ron. Though they had gotten questioning looks from everyone in the room. Well except for Hermione, Ginny and Harriet who had an inkling of what it could be.

Harriet decided to vaguely explain to everyone. "So, if this is about the event I am thinking about. Then you'll have to wait for third year." She shrugged at the few pouting faces. "We don't want to spoil everything. But if the books doesn't explain it we will tell it later." Satisfying the curious on lookers.

"Dad!" said Dudley suddenly. "Dad, Harry's got something!"

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"That's mine!" said Harry, trying to snatch it back.

"Who'd be writing to you?" sneered Uncle Vernon, shaking the letter open with one hand and glancing at it. His face went from red to green faster than a set of traffic lights. And it didn't stop there. Within seconds it was the grayish white of old porridge.

Ginny growled at the book. "Plenty of people would happily write to Harry and Harriet." She knew Harriet wasn't mentioned in the book. However, she didn't hesitant to mention her as well. Both of the Potter children were happy she did this.

Ron mumbled out nervously. "I remember that Ginny and myself wrote letters to Harry. Sadly, I don't know if we did the same for Harriet in her timeline." He felt regretful for not knowing if they did or not. However, on the other hand he also felt slightly embarrassed.

Harriet giggled softly in happiness. "Both of you did actually. I only found out after the war though." She said softly. Cuddling into Tom as she mentioned something that would happen later on in the story.

Everyone didn't know what to say about the new information. They weren't looking forward to reading it. However, they were aware that it would be important for them to hear.

"P-P-Petunia!" he gasped.

Dudley tried to grab the letter to read it, but Uncle Vernon held it high out of his reach. Aunt Petunia took it curiously and read the first line. For a moment it looked as though she might faint. She clutched her throat and made a choking noise.

Lucius couldn't help but feel dumbfounded. "What in the world..." He stumbled out in confusion. Honestly he didn't understand Dudley's motives of wanting to read the letter. 

"Hold up, that makes no sense." Draco mumbled feeling just as confused as his Father. "Why would he want to take their letter?" Trying to think of a reason but really couldn't find one.

Theo shook his head slightly. "Judging by his relatives and how they run the household." He said gaining the attention of the Father and Son pair. "I think it was out of pure curiosity that he wanted to see Harriet's and Harry's letter." He got looks of twin understanding looks. It helped that both Potter children agreed with his statement.

"Vernon! Oh my goodness -- Vernon!"

They stared at each other, seeming to have forgotten that Harry and Dudley were still in the room. Dudley wasn't used to being ignored. He gave his father a sharp tap on the head with his Smelting stick.

Harry was on the point of unfolding his letter, which was written on the same heavy parchment as the envelope, when it was jerked sharply out of his hand by Uncle Vernon.

"I want to read that letter," he said loudly.

"I want to read it," said Harry furiously, "as it's mine."

"Get out, both of you," croaked Uncle Vernon, stuffing the letter back inside its envelope.

Harry didn't move.

"I WANT MY LETTER!" he shouted.

"Let me see it!" demanded Dudley.

"That isn't the worst his anger can get." Hermione, Ron and Harriet said together. All of them remembering how Harry destroyed Dumbles' office. Those poor trinkets stood no chance with a very furious whirlwind that is the Potter's anger.

All the adults were stunned at the out burst. Especially those that were in the Marauders era. However, those that were aware of Harry's temper shuddered at the thought of him being angry.

"OUT!" roared Uncle Vernon, and he took both Harry and Dudley by the scruffs of their necks and threw them into the hall, slamming the kitchen door behind them. Harry and Dudley promptly had a furious but silent fight over who would listen at the keyhole; Dudley won, so Harry, his glasses dangling from one ear, lay flat on his stomach to listen at the crack between door and floor.

"Vernon," Aunt Petunia was saying in a quivering voice, "look at the address -- how could they possibly know where he sleeps? You don't think they're watching the house?"

"Watching -- spying -- might be following us," muttered Uncle Vernon wildly.

"But what should we do, Vernon? Should we write back? Tell them we don't want--"

Harry could see Uncle Vernon's shiny black shoes pacing up and down the kitchen.

"No," he said finally. "No, we'll ignore it. If they don't get an answer... Yes, that's best... we won't do anything..."

"But--"

"I'm not having one in the house, Petunia! Didn't we swear when we took him in we'd stamp out that dangerous nonsense?"

"How very cunning." Severus mumbled to himself. Though he was visibly upset by Petunia's words. Especially, since he knew she was Lily's sister. He didn't want his sister in all but blood be hurt by the words of her own sister.

"Are they trying to make them into an obscurial?" Sirius asked in a panic. Though only a hand few knew what he meant by that. Those that don't know what it meant looked confused.

"It's an anomaly that occurs when one suppresses or is ashamed of their magic." Pansy said sternly with a soft voice. "It causes extreme cases of magical outburst in which the host dies..." She looked down at her lap before continuing. "Only one known host has lived upto adulthood." Pansy wiped a tear as she explained what she knew.

The explanation shocked and horrified everyone. They were all grateful that it didn't occur within Harriet or Harry. None of them would know what to do if that happened.

That evening when he got back from work, Uncle Vernon did something he'd never done before; he visited Harry in his cupboard.

Arthur opened his mouth to say something but closed it. He was doing a double take since he met the individual before. So, it was hard for him to believe he even could fit in such a small space. "He fit?" He couldn't help but ask in confusion. Though he got a small shrug from everyone in response as they were also had their minds reeling.

"Where's my letter?" said Harry, the moment Uncle Vernon had squeezed through the door. "Who's writing to me?"

"No one. It was addressed to you by mistake," said Uncle Vernon shortly. "I have burned it."

"It was not a mistake," said Harry angrily, "it had my cupboard on it."

"SILENCE!" yelled Uncle Vernon, and a couple of spiders fell from the ceiling. He took a few deep breaths and then forced his face into a smile, which looked quite painful.

Hermione's face pressed firmly together to show how infuriated she was at what Vernon had done. Lily had a similar look that is on Hermione. Niether one wanted to exert energy towards the fat lard. However, they did jot something down on the paper.

Everyone around the two females slightly moved away. The reason was that their killer instinct was potante. No one wanted to say anything as they rather not have that energy facing towards them.

"Er -- yes, Harry -- about this cupboard. Your aunt and I have been thinking... you're really getting a bit big for it... we think it might be nice if you moved into Dudley's second bedroom.

"Why?" said Harry.

"Don't ask questions!" snapped his uncle. "Take this stuff upstairs, now."

The Dursleys' house had four bedrooms: one for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, one for visitors (usually Uncle Vernon's sister, Marge), one where Dudley slept, and one where Dudley kept all the toys and things that wouldn't fit into his first bedroom. It only took Harry one trip upstairs to move everything he owned from the cupboard to this room. He sat down on the bed and stared around him. Nearly everything in here was broken. The month-old video camera was lying on top of a small, working tank Dudley had once driven over the next door neighbor's dog; in the corner was Dudley's first-ever television set, which he'd put his foot through when his favorite program had been canceled; there was a large birdcage, which had once held a parrot that Dudley had swapped at school for a real air rifle, which was up on a shelf with the end all bent because Dudley had sat on it. Other shelves were full of books. They were the only things in the room that looked as though they'd never been touched.

"Haddy..." Blaise said under his shacky breathe. He rested his head on Harry's shoulder. His whole body was shaking as his boyfriend was holding him. 

Harry rocked slightly in an attempt to calm down Blaise. "I know its upsetting, Love." He talked softly, worrying that he may upset him more then he already was. However, it seemed to be working.

Meanwhile Tom was nearly crushing Harriet by holding her protectively. The male Slytherin couldn't help but growl at both his future self and Dumbledore. Though he somewhat calmed himself down as Harriet didn't protest in holding her. He did however get asked to loosen his grip by her which he gladly done. After all Tom didn't want to hurt her.

Peter cursed under his breathe at how filthy these muggles were being. The only Muggle he didn't blame was Dudley as it was a learnt behavior then anything else. He couldn't believe that these people were related to Lily at all.

There was a lot of things to process. Everyone had different levels of anger going through them. Many wanted to say something but couldn't put them into words. Others like Bellatrix, Lily, Hermione and Ginny were charged with killing intent. Though people like Pansy or Theo were deadly silent and feeling speechless.

From downstairs came the sound of Dudley bawling at his mother, I don't want him in there... I need that room... make him get out..."

Harry sighed and stretched out on the bed. Yesterday he'd have given anything to be up here. Today he'd rather be back in his cupboard with that letter than up here without it.

Next morning at breakfast, everyone was rather quiet. Dudley was in shock. He'd screamed, whacked his father with his Smelting stick, been sick on purpose, kicked his mother, and thrown his tortoise through the greenhouse roof, and he still didn't have his room back. Harry was thinking about this time yesterday and bitterly wishing he'd opened the letter in the hall. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia kept looking at each other darkly.

"A-at least something good happened for them." Regulus stuttered out. He was still reeling about how it was a four bedroom house. Which caused him to stutter at the beginning of his sentence.

Sirius chuckled softly. "It will at least be a little bit bearable for them." He was just glad they weren't sleeping under the stairs any more. However, it still wasn't the greatest situation.

Neville shook his head. "He seriously is more entitled then Draco." Remembering how the blonde Slytherin acted before getting along with them. Though he was amused at how readily Draco was to agree with him.

"I know I was unbearable with that little catchphrase of mine." Draco agreed with Neville. "However, I'm glad I stopped acting so entitled." He shuddered at how cringy he would be in the book. Plus it could be worse then he acted now. Since he had a feeling he would be different in the book.

When the mail arrived, Uncle Vernon, who seemed to be trying to be nice to Harry, made Dudley go and get it. They heard him banging things with his Smelting stick all the way down the hall. Then he shouted, "There's another one! 'Mr. H. Potter, The Smallest Bedroom, 4 Privet Drive -- '"

With a strangled cry, Uncle Vernon leapt from his seat and ran down the hall, Harry right behind him. Uncle Vernon had to wrestle Dudley to the ground to get the letter from him, which was made difficult by the fact that Harry had grabbed Uncle Vernon around the neck from behind. After a minute of confused fighting, in which everyone got hit a lot by the Smelting stick, Uncle Vernon straightened up, gasping for breath, with Harry's letter clutched in his hand.

"Go to your cupboard -- I mean, your bedroom," he wheezed at Harry. "Dudley -- go -- just go."

"Bad luck, Mate." Ron couldn't help but saying as Peter read. Though he gave the rat man an apologetic look. It wasn't that he meant to interrupt him.

Peter chuckled, waving Ron's apology off. "No worries. Sirius and James are sometimes like that." He couldn't help adding. Though he did get two mock offended looks from the two.

Remus couldn't help but snicker at the comments being made. They seemed to have lessen the tension that was building up in the room. Which helped him keep his wolf at bay, besides having Severus near him.

Harry walked round and round his new room. Someone knew he had moved out of his cupboard and they seemed to know he hadn't received his first letter. Surely that meant they'd try again? And this time he'd make sure they didn't fail. He had a plan.

The repaired alarm clock rang at six o'clock the next morning. Harry turned it off quickly and dressed silently. He mustn't wake the Dursleys. He stole downstairs without turning on any of the lights.

Harriet along with Harry's friends look concerned. "Bubba?" She called out softly to her brother. Harry looked at her with a curious look. 'Yes?' He responded to her. "Your plans usually don't always end up well." She said nervously.

Harry chuckled softly. "I promise this plan will amuse you at the end result." He raised his hands in surrender. "Though I can't promise you won't worry along the way." He honestly knew it would cause som concern bit hoped that a few would laugh.

"If you say so, Harry." Hermione voicing the response for Harriet. She was thankful the other female didn't mind her taking over.

Ron was happy that Harriet and Hermione were getting along. Though he was completely concerned about the plan Harry was going to do in the book. "I swear if you get hurt. I'm going to wrap you in bubble wrap." He told his friend in a completely serious tone.

"I will gladly help." Blaise told Ron equally serious on the claim. Both gave a hand shake as if it were a business deal. Which caused a few people to feel nervous about it.

He was going to wait for the postman on the corner of Privet Drive and get the letters for number four first. His heart hammered as he crept across the dark hall toward the front door --

"AAAAARRRGH!"

Harry leapt into the air; he'd trodden on something big and squashy on the doormat -- something alive!

Lights clicked on upstairs and to his horror Harry realized that the big, squashy something had been his uncle's face. Uncle Vernon had been lying at the foot of the front door in a sleeping bag, clearly making sure that Harry didn't do exactly what he'd been trying to do. He shouted at Harry for about half an hour and then told him to go and make a cup of tea. Harry shuffled miserably off into the kitchen and by the time he got back, the mail had arrived, right into Uncle Vernon's lap. Harry could see three letters addressed in green ink.

James looked at Harry with a large smile. "Not a bad plan. Though I love how you squished his face instead." He said slightly vindictive. Personally he hoped that Harry broke the man's nose.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Sirius couldn't help but chant. The miserable the Dursleys were the better in his opinion. He was going to prank the living hell out of these people if they hurt Harriet and Harry.

Marcus was cackling almost Bellatrix-like though it was hard to tell because Bellatrix was also cackling. Both were absolutely happy about the funny out come. Though they were disappointed that book Harry didn't get his letter. His boyfriends her startled by it however.

"I want -- " he began, but Uncle Vernon was tearing the letters into pieces before his eyes.

Uncle Vernon didn't go to work that day. He stayed at home and nailed up the mail slot.

"See," he explained to Aunt Petunia through a mouthful of nails, "if they can't deliver them they'll just give up."

"I'm not sure that'll work, Vernon."
"Oh, these people's minds work in strange ways, Petunia, they're not like you and me," said Uncle Vernon, trying to knock in a nail with the piece of fruitcake Aunt Petunia had just brought him.

Oliver laughed lightly. "I highly doubt they would as they'd need a letter of rejection." Happy that he knew this little tidbit of information. He did earn an impressed look from Professor McGonagall.

"While that is true it would have to be from a legal guardian or a magical guardian." Professor McGonagall explained to them. She hopes this information would never leak to those awful Muggles.

"Not to mention the Potter anger is slowly beginning." Draco said wiping his imaginary tears. Honestly, Harry was scary when he was completely angry. Though he really doesn't feel sorry for the family. He is pretty sure everyone could read that off of him.

On Friday, no less than twelve letters arrived for Harry. As they couldn't go through the mail slot they had been pushed under the door, slotted through the sides, and a few even forced through the small window in the downstairs bathroom.

Uncle Vernon stayed at home again. After burning all the letters, he got out a hammer and nails and boarded up the cracks around the front and back doors so no one could go out. He hummed "Tiptoe Through the Tulips" as he worked, and jumped at small noises.

On Saturday, things began to get out of hand. Twenty-four letters to Harry found their way into the house, rolled up and hidden inside each of the two dozen eggs that their very confused milkman had handed Aunt Petunia through the living room window. While Uncle Vernon made furious telephone calls to the post office and the dairy trying to find someone to complain to, Aunt Petunia shredded the letters in her food processor.

Professor McGonagall smirked at the use of her spell work. It was amusing as well as payback for the headache Albus gave her. Sadly for her she didn't exactly hide her smirk from the others. So, the incoming question startled her from her thoughts.

"Minnie, did you do this?" Both Remus and Peter asked in sync. Not even surprised that they did at this point. Since they both were in shock that the usual stern Professor would do something like this.

Sirius and James on the other hand let out a whistle. "Wow Professor that's amazing." They were in awe of what their teacher had done. 'Now if only she'd help us pull a few pranks.' They thought similarly.

Luna's eyes sparkled mischievously. "I'm certain a large group of Nargles influenced her decision." This made those that understood her chuckle a little bit. The others were confused but had a very vague idea of what she meant.

"Who on earth wants to talk to you this badly?" Dudley asked Harry in amazement.

On Sunday morning, Uncle Vernon sat down at the breakfast table looking tired and rather ill, but happy.

"No post on Sundays," he reminded them cheerfully as he spread marmalade on his newspapers, "no damn letters today--"

"Plenty of people." Ginny immediately responded. Though she felt slightly embarrassed about it. Especially when she heard Pansy giggling next to her. It also didn't help that Ron shot her a knowing look.

Pansy thought for a moment. "Could Dumbledore have put a compulsion spell on them?" She couldn't help ask. "Like one that enhances their repulsive traits or something?" She couldn't help but wonder because of how pronounced some of there actions were.

"I'm stuck on the whole 'no post on Sundays' bit." Neville shrunk slightly as his body gave a little shudder. "Er, I know it's different from the magical community." He chuckled sheepishly.

Harriet smiled softly. "No worries, Neville. There are a lot of differences that makes it confusing for both groups." She says to comfort the confused mail.

Hermione thought about what Pansy said. "That would makes." She smiled softly at the female Slytherin. "Maybe you should write it down Pansy. It's certainly an area we should explore more on." She earned a smirk back from Pansy.

Harry was split as he was listening to both conversations. "You might have a point Pansy. My aunt only had gotten a letter alongside me in a basket. Either the letter or myself could have had a compulsion spell over us." He decided to responded to the question Pansy had first.

"For the muggle mailing system. We can't use owls do to them being wild as well as nocturnal." Harry started. "To send this over seas we use carrier planes. Once landed it goes through customs to make sure nothing in the packages that are dangerous. Then to the post office who will get someone to deliver it to us." He tried to explain but probably lost a few people. "It's a lot that goes into it." He said sheepishly.

Something came whizzing down the kitchen chimney as he spoke and caught him sharply on the back of the head. Next moment, thirty or forty letters came pelting out of the fireplace like bullets. The Dursleys ducked, but Harry leapt into the air trying to catch one --

"Out! OUT!"

Uncle Vernon seized Harry around the waist and threw him into the hall. When Aunt Petunia and Dudley had run out with their arms over their faces, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. They could hear the letters still streaming into the room, bouncing off the walls and floor.

Fred and George shared a look before speaking in unison. "Practicing for Quidditch?" They asked mischievously. Though they knew Harry didn't know about the sport yet.

Oliver's eyes sparkled at the mention of the sport. He was going to yell and tackle Harry. Except Percy covered his mouth. Marcus was also wrapping his arms around his waist. This caused him to pout.

Percy looked at Oliver sternly. "Ollie I know your excited but you will hurt Blaise if you tackle hug Harry. Save it for the Quidditch chapter, okay?" He asked softly.

Oliver calmed down slightly. He nodded his head before Percy uncovered his mouth. "Sorry about that." He told his two boyfriends. But they didn't seem to mind. Not to mention Harry was laughing lightly at the amusing scene he caused.

"That does it," said Uncle Vernon, trying to speak calmly but pulling great tufts out of his mustache at the same time. "I want you all back here in five minutes ready to leave. We're going away. Just pack some clothes. No arguments!"

He looked so dangerous with half his mustache missing that no one dared argue. Ten minutes later they had wrenched their way through the boarded-up doors and were in the car, speeding toward the highway. Dudley was sniffling in the back seat; his father had hit him round the head for holding them up while he tried to pack his television, VCR, and computer in his sports bag.

Harriet and Harry flinched at their Uncle hitting Dudley. "Spoiled he may be but don't hit him." They mumbled out loud. All of the mothers agreed with them on their statement.

Professor McGonagall trembling in anger. "Poor child.." She dabbed her eyes. By no means did she support what Dudley had done. However, no child not even a spoiled one deserves to be hurt.

They drove. And they drove. Even Aunt Petunia didn't dare ask where they were going. Every now and then Uncle Vernon would take a sharp turn and drive in the opposite direction for a while.

"Shake 'em off... shake 'em off," he would mutter whenever he did this.

They didn't stop to eat or drink all day. By nightfall Dudley was howling. He'd never had such a bad day in his life. He was hungry, he'd missed five television programs he'd wanted to see, and he'd never gone so long without blowing up an alien on his computer.

Harriet frowned. "Hadrian and myself already were used to not eating to much. However Dudley isn't and this could of effected him into collapsing" She thought to herself.

"You both learned how to ignore the pain of hunger?" Severus asked in pure worry. It was not healthy for any of them. He could feel tears forming in his eyes. The only thing keeping him from breaking was that Remus was holding him.

Harry smiled sadly. "Yes, Uncle Sev but your helping both of us." He tried to calm him down. "The book is going to be a little different then what in going on in our timeline." He was pretty sure it was at least.

Death entered the room. "Hadrian James Potter is correct in his statement. This is about the canon timeline. Each timeline have small changes or major ones. However, to make changes one must focus on the original timeline first." He simply said before leaving the others to think about what he said.

Uncle Vernon stopped at last outside a gloomy-looking hotel on the outskirts of a big city. Dudley and Harry shared a room with twin beds and damp, musty sheets. Dudley snored but Harry stayed awake, sitting on the windowsill, staring down at the lights of passing cars and wondering...

They ate stale cornflakes and cold tinned tomatoes on toast for breakfast the next day. They had just finished when the owner of the hotel came over to their table.

Molly became upset again. "That isn't a healthy breakfast." She muttered as her husband rubbed his back.

"I understand but we help Harriet and Harry when they visit us." Arthur said hoping this would calm his wife a little bit more.

The Weasley children were also worried. Not all of them knew how bad it was. They had a feeling that it was. However, they didn't know what they could have done to help them more.

"'Scuse me, but is one of you Mr. H. Potter? Only I got about an 'undred of these at the front desk."

She held up a letter so they could read the green ink address:

Mr. H. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Harry made a grab for the letter but Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way. The woman stared.

"I'll take them," said Uncle Vernon, standing up quickly and following her from the dining room.

Draco, Blaise, Theo and Pansy twisted their face. "Of the muggle takes the letter." All four of them said in anger. Pansy huffed into Ginny's shoulder because she was close to her. Hermione held Theo's twitching hand. Blaise was laying his head on Harry's chest. Draco growled into the crook of Ron's neck.

Everyone could understand the children's frustration on the situation. Especially those that were purebloods. Since they usually frame their childrens acceptance letter as tradition in all families in the magical world.

"Wouldn't it be better just to go home, dear?" Aunt Petunia suggested timidly, hours later, but Uncle Vernon didn't seem to hear her. Exactly what he was looking for, none of them knew. He drove them into the middle of a forest, got out, looked around, shook his head, got back in the car, and off they went again. The same thing happened in the middle of a plowed field, halfway across a suspension bridge, and at the top of a multilevel parking garage.

"Daddy's gone mad, hasn't he?" Dudley asked Aunt Petunia dully late that afternoon. Uncle Vernon had parked at the coast, locked them all inside the car, and disappeared.

"Mad isn't the word I'd use." Harry said with a straight face. Knowing full well that Harriet would voice their current thought of the situation.

"A frantic lunatic is more accurate a discretion." Harriet responded as Harry thought she would. Honestly, it was frightening how paranoid he was. Almost Mad-eye Moody level but not by much.

Lee simply deadpanned. "At least with Mad-eye Moody it made sense." He couldn't wrap his head around it. "Plus we'd have much better things then watch a random muggle." He frowned trying to make sense of it.

Severus looked directly at Lee before responding. "Humans fear what they don't know. So, he could actually think someone from the magical world was watching them." He explained softly to the confused male. Which earned him a look of understanding.

It started to rain. Great drops beat on the roof of the car. Dudley sniveled.

"It's Monday," he told his mother. "The Great Humberto's on tonight. I want to stay somewhere with a television."

Monday. This reminded Harry of something. If it was Monday -- and you could usually count on Dudley to know the days the week, because of television -- then tomorrow, Tuesday, was Harry's eleventh birthday. Of course, his birthdays were never exactly fun -- last year, the Dursleys had given him a coat hanger and a pair of Uncle Vernon's old socks. Still, you weren't eleven every day.

"A bloody damn sock!" Sirius hissed out alongside Regulus. The more he heard about this family. The more he wanted to strangle them.

"Merlin and Morgana be damned if I let my babies anywhere near this family." Lily said tearfully. Harry and Harriet didn't deserve this treatment.

Hermione shook her head. "Really the only time he is useful and it's because of a television show." She huffed in disbelief. She wasn't worried about the birthday gift because once in Hogwarts they got better gifts. Especially since it wasn't an old stinky sock 

Uncle Vernon was back and he was smiling. He was also carrying a long, thin package and didn't answer Aunt Petunia when she asked what he'd bought.

"Found the perfect place!" he said. "Come on! Everyone out!"

It was very cold outside the car. Uncle Vernon was pointing at what looked like a large rock way out at sea. Perched on top of the rock was the most miserable little shack you could imagine. One thing was certain, there was no television in there.

"Storm forecast for tonight!" said Uncle Vernon gleefully, clapping his hands together. "And this gentleman's kindly agreed to lend us his boat!"

"It was freezing that night." Harriet remembered dealing with cold winds and heavy rain. She cuddled into Tom who kept her warm. Despite not being very cold in the first place. 

Blaise frowned. "It's also would be hard to navigate. Especially if they traveled during the night." He didn't like the idea of them being in water during a storm. It just isn't safe.

A toothless old man came ambling up to them, pointing, with a rather wicked grin, at an old rowboat bobbing in the iron-gray water below them.

"I've already got us some rations," said Uncle Vernon, "so all aboard!"

It was freezing in the boat. Icy sea spray and rain crept down their necks and a chilly wind whipped their faces. After what seemed like hours they reached the rock, where Uncle Vernon, slipping and sliding, led the way to the broken-down house.

The inside was horrible; it smelled strongly of seaweed, the wind whistled through the gaps in the wooden walls, and the fireplace was damp and empty. There were only two rooms.

Uncle Vernon's rations turned out to be a bag of chips each and four bananas. He tried to start a fire but the empty chip bags just smoked and shriveled up.

Everyone growled except for Harriet, Harry and of course the two lunatics. Though it wasn't like the twi crazies weren't trying. Let's just say the silent spell was too strong.

No one knew what to think. They were worried about how much the Potter children were eating. None of them liked the idea of them eating less then they already were.

"Could do with some of those letters now, eh?" he said cheerfully.

He was in a very good mood. Obviously he thought nobody stood a chance of reaching them here in a storm to deliver mail. Harry privately agreed, though the thought didn't cheer him up at all.

Peter growled darkly as he read the paragraphs. "They deserve their Hogwarts letters." He didn't like what was going on. Peter just wanted his friends children to get their Hogwarts letter.

"We get do get them Uncle Peter. It just a tedious wait though." Both of the Potter children say cheerfully. They didn't want to spoil what was going to happen next. However, it may startle them a little bit.

"I'm getting impatient in waiting." Ron mumbled. His classmates all agreed with him alongside his siblings. He was also feeling slightly agitated towards his friends relatives. Much like the others but was trying not to explode like last time. He still felt guilty for it.

As night fell, the promised storm blew up around them. Spray from the high waves splattered the walls of the hut and a fierce wind rattled the filthy windows. Aunt Petunia found a few moldy blankets in the second room and made up a bed for Dudley on the moth-eaten sofa. She and Uncle Vernon went off to the lumpy bed next door, and Harry was left to find the softest bit of floor he could and to curl up under the thinnest, most ragged blanket.

The storm raged more and more ferociously as the night went on. Harry couldn't sleep. He shivered and turned over, trying to get comfortable, his stomach rumbling with hunger. Dudley's snores were drowned by the low rolls of thunder that started near midnight. The lighted dial of Dudley's watch, which was dangling over the edge of the sofa on his fat wrist, told Harry he'd be eleven in ten minutes' time. He lay and watched his birthday tick nearer, wondering if the Dursleys would remember at all, wondering where the letter writer was now.

Five minutes to go. Harry heard something creak outside. He hoped the roof wasn't going to fall in, although he might be warmer if it did. Four minutes to go. Maybe the house in Privet Drive would be so full of letters when they got back that he'd be able to steal one somehow.

Remus was amused when Peter read about Harry's thoughts about the letter. "Maybe we should flood the house with the acceptance letter. Just incase we can't get them out of the Dursleys custody." He grinned mischievously.

Professor McGonagall smirked as she wrote down Remus' suggestion. Humming 'Disco Inferno' as she wrote. This earned her a few eyebrow raise by those that recognize the song. She however didn't notice as she was writing more points.

Three minutes to go. Was that the sea, slapping hard on the rock like that? And (two minutes to go) what was that funny crunching noise? Was the rock crumbling into the sea?

One minute to go and he'd be eleven. Thirty seconds... twenty... ten... nine -- maybe he'd wake Dudley up, just to annoy him -- three... two... one...

BOOM.

The whole shack shivered and Harry sat bolt upright, staring at the door. Someone was outside, knocking to come in.

"Boom!" Peter yelled out the all caps word. Giggling sheepishly as he startled everyone in the room. "Sorry it was in all capital letters. He waited for everyone to calm down. "Um, that's the end of the chapter." He felt guilty at startling them.

"I'll read next." Lily said immediately. "I want to know what the hell is going on." She was scared at the fact that something bad could happen.

"Mom, nothing bad happened." Harriet said softly. Sure it was scary at the time but honestly it was the best thing that happened to them.

"It seems scary because it happened when we were eleven." Harry promised their mother. Hoping it would calm the others as well. 

Twinning smiles were on both Potter children. "Besides you'll find out how we got our Hogwarts letter." They said in unison. Causing everyone to get excited for the next chapter.