Life is Fair (Where is that Written?)

When Harry returns to Number Four, Privet Drive at eight o’clock in the evening, five hours after his field trip was set to return, there are a great number of emotions all around.Wrath, at That Boy for mucking up Vernon’s evening television session with his no-good presence. Jealousy, because he was the one who left their trip, Mum, and he probably spent the time nicking stuff and making money and buying sweets, never mind the fact that Dudley stole sweet little Aaliyah Peterson’s Mars bar right out of her hand, and all her friend’s besides. And wrath again, but colder this time, and delivered from behind chewed lips as Petunia Dursley whispers vehemently that she and her boys will not stand for this delinquent behavior, you hear? Do it again and it’s the cupboard for you until summer, and not a word out of you. What if the neighbors saw? You’d have been better sleeping wherever you were, foolish boy.And, well.There is joy, too.(Harry finds a bank, and a book, and a note inside. He makes friends and learns things, and goes on a journey to find his mother's Remus. If only he knew what that would do for him.)

Hello there! I am prepared for this to FlopTM. I am willing for this to flop. I am a little bit angry to be writing Harry Potter fanfic in this, the year of our lord 2024. But, y'know. Above all else, man is sin, yeah?Anyway, I've decided that because I am trans and I am affected by JKR's horrible bullshit, this is going to be one I don't ever feel bad about my chapters on or my wordcount or anything. This is for me. I'm having fun. And I read the entirety of the princess bride in five hours. So that's gotta count for something.Have water and treat yourself nicely! This one gets fucking ROUGH in places. Mind the tags, and tell me if there's something actively harmful in here I forgot to put.