CHAPTER 1: THE DISSAPEARING GLASS
The first ten years of Harry's life at the Dursleys were hell. The Dursleys made Harry do everything from a very young age. He cooked; he cleaned, while the Dursleys did nothing. He was their personal slave. Harry would slave away all day; everyday, while Mr and Mrs. Dursley treated their own child to everything under the sun. What was different about these two? Harry is a freak. And freaks deserve to be punished.
So every morning Harry would wake first. He would cook the breakfast very carefully because if one thing was burnt he was punished. Then he would watch the family eat and if Mr. Dursley thought Harry was looking at the food then he would be punished. He would clean the plates away and wash the table without making eye contact or he would be punished. He would weed the garden, dust the shed, polish the silverware, Hoover the whole house, tidy Dudley bedroom as well as cook the dinner and if he ever did anything wrong, you guessed it, he would be punished.
Harry never went to school anymore. He used to but Vernon had pulled him out long ago. At that young age Harry had been told it was because he had achieved a higher grade than Dudley in their math test but now that Harry is older he knows the real reason. Harry had made weird things happen just like he still does now, but the teachers had noticed. Well, how could you not notice when you were flown across the room or your hair had turned purple. There was even once when Harry had disappeared and reappeared again across the room. So Harry had not left the Dursleys property even to get the shopping. The Dursleys hated doing house work but they would risk anyone seeing Harry.
Today was the worst day of them all. Dudley's birthday. Everything had to be perfect for Dudykins so Harry would be punished ten times more. Dudley would moan that he didn't have enough presents and would find something wrong with every little thing. The only good thing about the day was that he couldn't go to Dudley's birthday party and would spend the whole afternoon with the cat obsessed Mrs. Figg. That was until this year.
"Mrs Fig can't take him" panicked Petunia "she tripped over a cat and broke her leg."
"Well what are we going to do with him; we can't bring a freak with us." Shouted Vernon.
"We'll have to, there's no one else who can take him." Spat Petunia as she glared at Harry.
And that is how Harry went on his very first trip to the zoo.
"Listen here boy. If you do anything to ruin Dudley's birthday, I will make your life a living hell!" Yelled Mr Dursley.
As if my life isn't already a living hell. I was born a freak so I'm treated like a freak. I can't blame them, if I had to deal with me I would be mad to and now there being ever so kind as to let me go to the zoo! Do you know how big that is? Normal people go there! But I can't help but be angry. I wish I could be normal. I'm sure if someone gave me a chance they would see I'm not that different. Well unless you count the weird things that happen around me, but I can't stop them.
And now the Dursleys are giving me a chance. A chance to show them that I can be normal like them and I wont mess it up, not this time.
So I make my way to the car and ignore Dudley's constant jab to my rib. I ignore Mrs Dursley as she re-applies her lipstick and I ignore Mr Dursley as he rants about sales being down again. My attention is on the world out side. I don't get to see it normally. I spend twenty-four-seven cleaning the house from top to bottom. So you have to know how great this was for me, to be able to see what was beyond the living room window was a privilege I knew I would only get once. But maybe, just maybe, if I behaved myself and didn't make anything weird happen then I would be able to come out again.
When we finally got there I could barley contain my excitement. Mr Dursley forked out the money and glared at me, making me aware that I would be paying him back later. Only without money. But I don't mind I drill into my head as we walk in to the reptilian centre.
"Make it move!" Dudley yelled at the piece of glass.
Mr Dursley then preceded to bang on the glass as hard as he could, but nothing happened. Both of them were trying to wake up the snake that lived in that pen but were unsuccessful.
"He's boring." moaned Dudley as he ran over to another exhibit.
"I bet you get that all the time. People pushing there noses on the glass where there not wanted. I bet it get's really annoying." sighed Harry realizing how lonely he really must be if he was talking to a snake.
But the snake then nodded. Shocked Harry took a step back. He stared wearily around the pen to see if it was a trick and then looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. They hadn't. Harry then cautiously took a step forward, still thinking it was a trick.
" Can... Can you hear me?" stuttered Harry, and the snake nodded." I've never talked to a snake before. Do people talk to you often."
The snake shook it's head.
"Yh. I guess it's not something 'normal people' do, is it? Bet you miss your home though. It must have been lovely there" sighed Harry.
The snake pointed it's head towards the board on the wall. BREAD IN CAPTIVITY
" Oh. You don't have a home. Me to. My parents abandoned me when I was one. I guess it took them a little longer to realize I was a freak and then couldn't handle the shame."
"MUMMY, DADDY. LOOK WHAT THIS SNAKE'S DOING!" Screamed Dudley as he barged me out the way and sent me tumbling to the floor.
And that's when I did it again. Something weird. Something unnatural. I should have known, I cannot control these weird happenings no matter how hard I try. in a matter of seconds the glass disappeared, Dudley fell in to the pen, the snake escaped from the pen and then the glass reappeared, trapping Dudley in the pen. His dad did always say he was as slimy as a snake. Although he was proud of it back then. I don't think he Is now from the way he is shouting. I couldn't help it. I had to snigger. But apparently Mr Dursley didn't see it that way.
And suddenly there was a whole new reason why I didn't want to go home.