The vanishing glass
THE VANISHING glass
Chapter 2
“Is this when?” Blaise and theo whispered looking at Harry excitedly he set a boa constrictor on his cousin they want to know.
“Probably.” Harry replied.
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.
“What?”
“How?“
“Never changed?”
“It must of changed a bit at least I mean a new baby has moved in.”
The sun rose ————large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets.
“Why would they have a photo of a beach ball with bonnets?”
“Probably Dudley.” Harry and Ron shurgged.
“He’s that round large pink beach ball?”
“Probably.”
-- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby,
“That can’t be healthy…”
Many had laughed at how Dudley was descriped in the part before.
and now the photographs—————in the house, too.
Many raised eyebrows at the book especially from snape
Yet Harry Potter was still there, awake but sat on his bed if you could call it that he was sat there pressing his thumb onto his fingers pointer middle ring pinky back to the begining while planning his day.
“Geez you plan out your entire day?”
“You dont?”
“No?”
“Weird.” Harry said
That was another thing poppy wrote down under the other things she’s noticed.
suddenly he heard footsteps going down the stairs causing dust and spiders to fall on him
“What!?”
“Excuse me?”
“Why was you under the stairs?”
Harry stared at the spider now on his hand and lifted his hand for it to crawl on the wall again.
“Aw.”
“Now that’s adorable I would of killed it.” Hermione said rubbing her neck in embarrassment
“I would of cried and screamed.” Ron muttered causing the group to snort.
“Seems like you.” Theo said rolling his eyes.
"Up! Get up! Now!"
Harry turned to the door in a start he heard the sound of the lock bring undone.His aunt rapped on the door again.
"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking towards the kitchen and then the sound of metal meeting metal meaning the frying pan is now on the stove.
“Just how good is your hearing?”
“I mean I’m under the stairs I think I should be able to hear that but anyway my hearing smell and taste is really good i hate having it but it’s useful I guess.”
“I bet it is.”
Harry sighed he hates cooking.
“Why would you be cooking.” Molly said confused he’s like 10.
he can’t ever stay focused on it whenever he sees some sort of animal on Dudley’s tv or they start talking about things Harry loves he just wants to talk on and on about them.
Poppy wrote that down again.
and he ends up burning the food which means he gets burned.
“What?”
“Excuse me.”
“By accident right.
“Let’s say that.” Harry said.
By aunt petuina.
Many gasps and glares at dumbledore while Amelia bones wrote it down in her notebook she needs to keep an eye on this it seems potter might just be being abused.
“Harry medical scan after this chapter so we are having a break.”
Harry sighed and said .
“We only just started the book though.”
“We still are i don’t care it’s a very much needed thing as your supposed to get them yearly anyway.”
which then means he’s going to have blisters which then means he’s going to struggle using the place he was burned he’s used to it by now but he hates it he just wants to stay in his cupboard in the dark and quiet where he can sit while doing mrs figgs word searches or drawing in a sketchbook cooking is something he hates but he’s got to do.
Harry pushed the cupboard door open and walked over to the kitchen door pulling it open and walked insideThe 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.
“He doesn’t seem the type to want a bike..”
“He’s eleven what does he even need all those things for they are really expensive.”
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.
“I think we all know who that is.”
“I don’t think punching people is exercise.”
“It is a whole sport in the muggle world called boxing.”
“That’s barbaric.” Many said in shock why
Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry,
“Why didn’t you just punch him back?” Bill questioned he for sure would of.
“I was 4’7 in first year Dudley was 5’3 he’s stronger taller then me and if I layed a finger on Dudley I wouldn’t of seen the light of day again.”
“You was very short in first year got your growth spurt now though but i doupt it’s the tallest you can be.” Draco said in thought Harry has reached now 5’6 but it’s obvious he could be taller.
“Yeah i wouldn’t be surprised if he can get taller he might just be deprived of food as that can cause issues with puberty and other things..” Remus said.
but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast.
“We know.”
Harry had always been small and skinny for his age.
“Genetics your relatives where the same the time fifth year started height grew rapidly both your mother and father over a year james had grown almost a whole foot.” Remus said
“Your joking” Harry said not believing Remus
“Nope hes dead serious.” Sirius replied
“Damn.”
He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's.
“You didn’t have your own clothes.”
“Nope didnt have my own clothes.”
“Explains why you wear The jumpers we send you each year on the weekends.”
“Much more comftabke then the uniform and Dudley’s clothes I have jeans From the wizarding world as they look the same as the ones Dudley’s given me which I wear but other things I can’t because they will most likely take it off me.” Harry muttered.
Which he spent a while cutting the labels from the brand and the size of them off.
“Okay I’m not the only one who does that then the way it feels on your skin.” Charlie said with a shiver it’s horrible
“Just want to tear it of.” Harry replied he nodded.
Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hairwith faded red streaks, and green eyes they weren’t really that bright but they weren’t dull either. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose.
“To many times for stupid reasons not my fault I like to rock in my seat during class which means I get attention out on me and not Dudley.” Harry muttered.
The thing Harry hates about his appearance the most is his scar he hates the way it’s angled the way it feels under his touch why couldn’t it be smooth like the rest of his skin no it’s all bumpy and feels like pure magic.
A raised eyebrow.
“You can feel magic?” Alastor said in shock that’s so useful
“Mm slightly not a lot I can feel it if I touch it but not if I’m not touching it.”
“Ah right.” He replied nodding.
He had had it as long as he could remember,———"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."
“Don’t ask questions my parents always tried to get me to ask them.”
“Irs not like I ask questions anyway if I do it’s explained to in depth and I can’t get a reply.” Harry muttered darkly its so annoying when it happens.
“You can ask us questions any times you need to Harry.” Sirius said towards him Harry just nodded.
Don't ask questions -- ———Uncle Vernon looked over the top of his newspaper and shouted that Harry needed a haircut Harry hates hair cuts hands going through his hair the hair when it falls on his neck or the sounds of the scissors cutting his hair it’s just a big no for him.
“Haircuts are horrible I don’t mind them if my skin is covered though.” Charlie whispered.
“Yeah no I don’t like the sound of scissors cutting in the first place I can stand it if I’m the one using the scissors if somebody else is I can’t stand it.”
Harry was frying eggs by the time Dudley arrived in the kitchen with his mother.
“He needs his mother to show him the way cause he can’t think.” Harry mumbled causeimg another outbreak of laughter from the group.
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 had always seen him as a pig in a wig he’s seen many pigs in picture books and dudley reminds him off one.
“He really does.”
Harry put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult as there wasn't much room. Dudley, meanwhile, was counting his presents. His face fell.
"Thirty-six," he said,
“Excuse me!?“
“Who needs that many presents?”
“I don’t even get twenty.” Draco said in shock.
“Geez he’s out brought a malfoy.”
“He out brought a potter too james got five birthday presents then 10-20 Christmas presents he was very spoiled yes but he wouldn’t care if he got less then usual..
“I think i would of a little but I out grew that as I realised how bad I was we met.” Draco said pointing at Harry who grimaced.
“Don’t remind me us meeting that so awkward.”
“It really was.
Snape was in shock James potter didn’t get more then 5 birthday presents? Harry Potter gets nothing his room is a cupboard under the stairs he has to do the cooking? What are they missing this could be worse then what they are hearing .
looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
“Be glad you got any.”
"Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Marge's present, see, it's here under this big one from Mummy and Daddy.
“She’s acting like he’s a baby he’s eleven for Merlin sake he’s not four.”
"All right, thirty-seven then," said Dudley, going red in the face. Harry, who could see a huge Dudley tantrum coming onhad removed his self from the table he’d very much rather not deal with dudly flipping the table.
“Would he really?”
“ he did it every week since he figured out how.”
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"
“That means your going to have to buy another one next year- in the end he’s going to be getting like 60 birthday presents who needs that many.”
“Just get me a word search or a game luzzle type thing and I’ll love it.”
“You like anything which you can move or find.”
“It’s fun to have.”
Dudley thought for a moment. It looked like hard work. Finally he said slowly, "So I'll have thirty... thirty..."
“Thirty nine Dudley.” Harry said how can one not know that he loves mathematics one of his strong suits along with science and languages.
“Harry’s loves learning languages how many do you know now?”
“Uh French Spanish English and Italian and parseltongue not good at talking in Italian and Spanish but I do understand it.”
"Oh." Dudley ————he ruffled Dudley's hair.
“That’s not good he’s going to be a very spoiled man and expect people to do Everything for him when he’s older.”
At that moment the telephone ———VCR.
“What’s a VCR” many asked.
“A videocassette recorder.” Harry replied
“A what?” Hermione sighed and said
“I’ll explain at the break just write down anything you want to know and I’ll give an answer.”
Mr Weasley already has wrote it down.
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.
Harry eyed her Your joking no he’s got to go with mrs figg thay how it goes every year on Dudley’s birthday they go with piers or one of Dudley’s friends and he goes with Mrs figg and her cats what do you mean it’s not going to be like that this year. Yeah mrs figgs house isn’t the nicest but it’s how it’s been every year.
Yeah Poppy wrote that down too and depated if she should show Flitwick or not as he is Harry’s head of house..
"Now what?" said Aunt Petunia, looking furiously at Harry as though he'd planned this but Harry wouldn’t he has to go with mrs figg that’s how its always been.
“Still not happy with that.” Harry muttered.
“Harry she couldn’t help it.”
“Yeah but ruined my plan of the day .”
"We could phone Marge," Uncle Vernon suggested.
"Don't be silly, Vernon, she hates the boy."
“It’s mutual.”
“Is that the one you accidentally blew up two years ago?” Blaise muttered as a question with Ginny.
“Yeah it really was a accident.”
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 but Harry liked it like that.
“Why?”
“I don’t know I just do.”
"What about what's-her-name, your friend -- Yvonne?"
"On vacation in Majorca," snapped Aunt Petunia.
“I mean you could just leave me here.” Harry suggested at least then it’s not much different.
Aunt Petunia looked as though she'd just swallowed a lemon.
"And come back and find the house in ruins?You can’t even do a basicthing like cooking bacon right?" she snarled while giving an obvious glance to Harry’s hand which was bandaged up from burns Harry hates the way bandages feel but what can he do.
"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..."
“Of course care more about a car then your nephew.”
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 Harry glared at dudley it’s so loud the lights in the kitchen are loud as it is today your making it worse.
“What do you mean the lights are loud?”
“Buzzing like a buzzing noise some days the lights are quiet and the buzz I can tune out other days the buzz is too loud and I can’t tune it out.
"Dinky Duddydums,”
“DINKY DUDDYDUMS!?”
“What kind of nickname is that!?”
“A hilarious one.”
don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special day!" she cried, flinging her arms——- He shot Harry a nasty grin through the gap in his mother's arms.Harry just sighed and tapped his fingers again like he was doing in the cupboard the lights are bothering him he just wants to cover his ears or go into a quiet calm place.
Many frowned while Luna nodded an agreement being in quiet places are better then loud ones most of the time some
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.
“Reminds me of Peter.” Harry muttered the group who went nodded.
He was usually the one who held people's arms behind their backs while Dudley hit them. Dudley stopped pretending to cry at once.
“Wouldn’t be surprised if Harry was one of those.”
Half an hour later, Harry, was sitting in the back of the Dursleys' car with Piers and Dudley, on the way to the zoo he doesn’t want to even go why not just leave him at the park for the day or something he hates new places like the zoo it’s going to be crowded he’s sure of it.
. His aunt —————cupboard from now until Christmas."
“K.”
The problem was, strange things often happened around Harry 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."
Many tried to come up with Harry looking like that but they just couldn’t see it.
Dudley had laughed himself silly at Harry. Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Petunia had sheared it off but the difference was the old red streaks in Harry’s bangs have vanished
“Accidental magic..”
“That’s a cool spell though you don’t like your hair cut you can just grow it again.”
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.
“Punished for accidental magic should be praised not punished.”
Another time, ———Harry wasn't punished.
“Good.”
“I wouldn’t of worn it either.
On the other hand, ———Dudley's gang had been chasing him as usual when, a big surprise to everyone there he was sitting on the chimney.
“You apparated.”
“No I think I flew.
The Dursleys had received —————doors. Harry never knew how he did it but he knew he did it by flying or something. Some confusing things are Harry rocks in his seat when he’s bored when he’s happy or excited he makes arm or hand movement he can focus into something and see a pattern nobody else does and he doesn’t understand why.
Poppy wrote that down.
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.
“Think he loves talkin about you Harry.” Draco and Fred said laughing.
Harry stared at them “that’s what the book said Harry, harry and Harry I don’t understand.”They sighed.
“Irs like us trying to say that it’s funny that he hates you but likes to talk about you.”
“Rightttt I still don’t get it.”
“Never mind.”
"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.
A few pieces of information about motorcycles filled Harry’s head.
Like The first motorbike was designed in 1885 or The first steam powered motorcycle, the Michaux-Perreaux steam velocipede, can be traced to 1867, when Pierre's son Ernest Michaux fitted a small steam engine to one of the 'velocipedes'. Harry doesn’t know wheee he found this information but he knows it.
“You like moterbikes?”
“Nope but information about things I’ve seen before randomally apeared in my head.” Harry shrugged.
It was a very sunny Saturday ————could hurry him away, Harry said he didn’t want anything he doesn’t feel like trying something new Harry looked at the gorilla that scratched his head he just smiled and went to see the next thing following the others.
In Harry’s opinion it’s a nice place but it’s to crowded for his liking the noise everywhere they go to many people it’s not as bad as he thought it would of been though.
They ate in the zoo restaurant, ————and Harry was allowed to finish the first not like he did piers had it Harry did say he didn’t feel the need to try new things that day.
After lunch———— wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and thick, man-crushing pythons.
“Boys,” came from many girls in amusement.
Dudley quickly found——"Make it move," he whined at his father. Uncle Vernon tapped on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.
“He still did it even when he was spoken to that way.”
“That Dudley for you.” Harry shrugged.
"Do it again,"———. He shuffled away.
Harry moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake. He must hate it here imagine having to deal with all these people looking on you drumming there fingers on the glass he knows he hates it already and he’s only been here for like three hours.
The snake suddenly moved and looked at Harry and raised its head and winked at Harry. Who stared “Snakes do not have eyelids, so cannot blink or close their eyes. snakes have a small, clear scale covering each eye. Eye scales have a similar role to eyelids, protecting the eyes from injury and making sure the eyes don't dry out so how did you just wink?” Harry said in parseltongue he knows he can do it just doesn’t know why and how.
“I think we know what Harry loves to read about.” Many muttered for sure a big one of his interests.
“Your magic speaker wizards and witches can give any animal the ways of a human if they wanted as you are a speaker you natrually do so different to other wizards though young one your liie everyone else in your own way you actually remind me of that one tall red haired boy with freckles he’s a twin of some sort you have the aura of his but a different kind I don’t know.”
George looked at Harry.
“We went to a zoo in London there was a boa constrictor there no way.”
“So your the red haired boy.”
“As it seems.”
“Cool.”
“So cool.”
“Right okay so I’m a wizard I’m a speaker and I remind you off a red haired freckles boy thanks I’ll keep it in mind if I ever get set in that world.”
“Okay young speaker but please last thing I’m going to say is if you get a letter with four animal symbols hide it from your relatives I can see they aren’t the best trust me.”
“I’m going to trust you but if your lying to me.”
“I’m not.”
“Your a beautiful colour by the way.”As the snake nodded
“You talk more with animals then you do people Harry why?”
“They can’t judge me well snakes can but I can say what I want and they can’t say anything I don’t have to deal with people talking when I do it’s just quiet and calm better then interacting with real people.” Harry shurgged.
, 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 who coughed in shock and fell to the floor hard he didn’t feel any pain so he must be fine. He glared at Dudley and the tank ————-said, "Brazil, here I come... Thanksss, speaker."
The keeper of the reptile house was in shock.
"But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"
“Into non being that is to say everything or in short everywhere but nowhere.” Harry and Luna said together.
“Very good Mr potter and miss lovegood.” Flitwick praised Luna smiled brightly.
“I remember being called out for that we all wondered why someone would remove the glass of a tank in a zoo.”
The zoo director himself ———-Harry he wacked Harry around the head he was much to angry to deal with Harry that movement so he won’t be doing anything he just threw Harry into the cupboard and locked the lock and the second one to make sure he can’t get out until he’s allowed,
“So you where locked in a dark room with spiders for something you didn’t mean to do for how long?”
“I don’t have a single clue I don’t keep track of days.” Harry shrugged.
Harry sat in the dark cupboard much later while staring up at the spiders on the stairs they kept moving weirdly and Harry finds it entertaining while he reflects on everything. He’s always been told his parents died in a car crash but he’s sure it’s not true by the yellow light he sees probably green he wouldn’t be suprised and he’s going to call it green light as that seems the most accurate he doesn’t know what his parents look like apart from the fact he knows his mother had red hair and green eyes and his father had glasses and black hair if his hair colour was anything but he had no clue about anything else he did love his cupboard though it’s what he knows as his it’s so calming and quiet bit that might just be because that’s all he’s known to sleep in but he’s grown attached to it.
“I’m very attached to it..” Harry whispered mainly to himself being reminded of last year when it all got too much and he found the room of requirement which transformed to his cupboard the longest he slept for a while.
He still finds ———-Harry supposed they had magic too
At school Harry had no friends it’s how he liked it though well at that school anyway he does wish for friends but not friends in his primary school they aren’t nice people.
“Hold on, do you even know how your parents died?”
“I found out when I met Hagrid first year in his hut with Theo draco and ron.” Harry shrugged while Poppy looked at him
“Time to have a break I guess.” Dumbledore said when the two looked at each-other poppy nodded and got up Harry groaned and got up and followed her out of the hall.