One More Year?
(For all intents and purposes, they are 17 for the first movie when it's just the crew involved, 18 year 2, 19 year 3 so on and so forth)
(No One's POV)
Dark at this hour, except for·the street lamps that dot the street, spilling deep pools of light upon the ground. In the far corner, a man materializes out of the darkness. He is tall and thin, with a silver beard long enough to tuck into his belt. He wears a purple cloak and is roughly one hundred and fifty years old. He is Albus Dumbledore, and he removes a small silver object from his cloak-- the Put-Outer. He extends his hand, and--click--the nearest street lamp goes out with a soft pop. He continues to click the Put-outer until all the lamps go dark. He turns and spies a cat sitting on the wall of Number Four. He smiles knowingly.
"I should have known that you would be here... Professor McGonagall." He states
The cat silently looks at him, and then the cat's shadow turns into a woman with a tall hat.
"Good evening, Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true, Albus?" She asks him.
"I'm afraid so, Professor. The good, and the bad." He confirms.
"And the girl?" She presses.
"Hagrid is bringing her." He informs her.
"Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?" She asks worriedly.
"Ah, Professor, I would trust Hagrid with my life." He tells her.
There is a motor sound, and the two professors look up to see a flying motorcycle coming down from the air. It skids on the street and halts. A large man with shoulder-length black hair and a beard named Rubeus Hagrid takes off his goggles.
"Professor Dumbledore, Sir. Professor McGonagall." Hagrid greets the two professors.
"No problems, I trust, Hagrid?" Dumbledore asks.
"No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep just as we were flying over Bristol. Heh. Try not to wake her. There you go." Hagrid hands a baby wrapped in a bundle over to Dumbledore.
"Albus, do you think it's safe to leave her with these people? I've watched them all day. They're the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They are..." She expresses her concerns
"The only family she has." He tells her.
"This girl will be famous. There won't be a child in our world who doesn't know her name." She presses
"Exactly. She's better off growing up away from all that. Until she is ready." He tells her. Dumbledore places the baby on the ground slowly. Hagrid sniffles, he is sobbing a little. He clears his throat. "There, there, Hagrid. It's not really goodbye, after all."
Hagrid nods. Dumbledore takes a letter and places it on the baby, who is now at the foot of the door.
"Good luck... Marie Potter." He tells her.
Marie lay out in the cold, until the next morning when her aunt put out the milk bottles and she screamed finding her niece! This woke Marie up and she began to cry.
(For all intents and purposes, they are 18 and 19 for the first movie)
(17 is the legal age of adults in harry potter, this is canon in the books (Harry becomes a legal adult at age 17 when you can use magic outside of school, obvious we are changing that until you graduate)
(17 years later)
Marie groaned as she woke up due to her Aunt's banging, waking her up as well, and she didn't know- seeing as she had no windows, given that she was in a closet under the stairs. Why did she get a closet when Dudley had two bedrooms, and she couldn't tell you? What she could do is that her lungs would probably look like a factory worker with Dudley running up and down the stairs to wake her up, even jumping chasing some dust and other debris to fall.
"Wake up, Potter! We're going to the Zoo!" He said, continuing to jump as she put her glasses on and got dressed, which was not very easy in such a small space before heading out only to be pushed back in by Dudley as she had to fight that impulsive thought to ram him with the door as she bit her lip and instead walked out.
"Oh, here he comes, the birthday boy!" She hears her aunt call as she gets out of her closet. She sighs. The only thing she ever got for her birthday was sometimes hand-me-down clothes and cleaning supplies. She could not wait until next year. She would be eighteen and could leave.
"Happy birthday, son." His uncle says to him.
Petunia and Dudley giggle together. Marie comes into the kitchen, dressed in outgrown clothes.
Petunia glares at her niece. "Why don't you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything." She snaps at her niece.
"Y-Yes, Aunt Petunia." Marie says and gets to cooking.
Just one more year.
"I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day," Petunia says happily.
She bit her lip, holding back a comment as she took over the cooking.
She is placing the bacon on the plates when Vernon opens his mouth, "Hurry up! Bring my coffee, girl." She rolled her eyes as her back was turned before feeling bad for said behavior.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon." She said as she grabbed it while Petunia led Dudley to his presents.
"Aren't they wonderful, darling?" She said, beaming. You could see Dudley's face going red as he spun to his uncle.
"How many are there?" He practically spat it out.
"Thirty-six. Counted 'em myself." Vernon toted, pride oozing from him at such an accomplishment.
Dudley looked on in disbelief. "Thirty-six?! But last year I had thirty-seven!"
"Err yes. Well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year."
"I don't care how big they are!" Dudley said, looking red in the face now.
"Now, now, now. This is what we're going to do is that when we go out, we're going to buy you two new presents! How's that, pumpkin?" Petunia asked, trying to calm the literal almost grown adult from his temper tantrum.
Marie closed her eyes and sighed
They finished up breakfast and Marie did the dishes, she was only allowed a little of food. It was better than the nights that she went hungry because of being locked in the cupboard. She had to end up going to the Zoo with Duddly. Since the babysitter could not make it. She was excited cause now she would be able to get out of the house.
Currently, they were in the reptile exhibit, and Dudly was pressing his mug up against the glass, unhygienic. The snake they were looking at currently wasn't moving, which was typical snake behavior.
"Make it move." Duddly says.
Vernon taps the glass of the cage. "Move!"
Dudley taps the glass much harder, and Vernon nervously winces. "MOVE!"
"He's asleep!" Marie snaps at her cousin.
"He's boring." Duddly says and walks away.
Marie is left with that snake. "Sorry about him. He doesn't understand what it's like lying there day after day, having people press their ugly faces in on you." She says, and The snake looks up and blinks. Marie stares shocked. "Can you...hear me?" She asks, and The snake nods. "It's just...I've never talked to a snake before. Do you... I mean... do you talk to people often?" The snake shakes its head. "You're from Burma, aren't you? Was it nice there? Do you miss your family?"
The snake turns its head in the direction of a sign that says, Bred in Captivity. Marie frowned at that.
"I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either." She tells the snake.
When a snake seems to be more rateable than your own family there may be a slight issue. But whatever the case was, she was talking to a snake.
Duddly may not have seen her talking to the snake, but he saw it was up as he rushed over. "Mommy, Dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!" He said as he pushed her out of the way causing her to fall to the ground
She groaned, and she was going to bruise, that was for sure. She glared at him. Her eyes were narrow as he pressed himself into the glass. Next thing the glass was gone, and he was top heavy falling into the snake enclosure.
Marie stared in amazement as the rest of the visitors freaked as a dazed Dudley stood up to exit only to hit the glass again. It had somehow appeared and disappeared.
He banned on the glass screaming as Petunia and Vernon both tried to get their son out. Marie could not help but laugh at that! It was funny to her to see her bully in a panic. That is when Vernon's eyes were on her, and she stopped her face turned pale.
They left the zoo, and Petunia took Duddly upstairs. At the same time, Vernon grabbed Marie by her hair.
"WHAT HAPPENED?" Vernon demand.
"I-I do-don't know! The gl-glass was th-there, and then it wasn't i-it was like m-ma-magic!" She cried out.
He drags her by her hair and throws her in her closet. "THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS MAGIC!"
The grate to see was closed, and Marie curled in a ball. Just one more year...