Two Different Childhoods
Almost ten years after the: DURSLEY's home. The camera pans on a sleeping boy, almost eleven, with a lightning-bolt shaped scar on his forehead.
There is a click, and knocking. Outside, a tall woman, PETUNIA DURSLEY, raps the door.
Petunia: Up. Get up. {Knocks} {sighs} Now! {Smacks door of closet which is the boys bedroom}
“Are you in a cupboard,” Lily glowered
“How are you so like your mother it's scary,” Ron whispered loudly, gaining several agreements from around the hall. Lily straightened a bit and beamed at her daughter who is glowering similarly at Ron.
A large, tubby boy, DUDLEY DURSLEY, suddenly comes running down the stairs above the closet. He stops half-way down and goes back, jumping on the staircase.
Dudley: Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo!
Dudley laughs, comes down the stairs and runs for the kitchen. The boy, HARRY POTTER, tries to come out of the closet, but is pushed back in by Dudley.
A low growl erupted from Sirius and Remus.
Petunia is in the kitchen, where Dudley has gone.
Petunia: Oh, here he comes, the birthday boy!
A larger man, VERNON DURSLEY, is sitting at the kitchen table.
Vernon: Happy birthday, son.
Petunia and Dudley giggle together. Harry comes into the kitchen, dressed in rags.
Petunia: Why don't you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything.
Snape heard the undertone of her voice and was silently hating Petunia.
Harry: Yes, Aunt Petunia.
He sets to work.
Petunia: I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day.
Vernon: Hurry up! Bring my coffee, boy
Harry: Yes, Uncle Vernon.
Petunia leads Dudley over to the family room, where there are a vast amount of presents. Dudley stares.
Dudley: How many are there?
Vernon: Thirty-six. Counted 'em myself.
“I don’t even get that many presents,” Malfoy pointed out
Dudley: Thirty-six?! But last year last year I got thirty-seven!!
Several jaws dropped at the spoiled brat
Vernon: Yes, well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year!
Dudley: I don't care how big they are!
Petunia: Oh, 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?
“That's not parenting,” Molly wrinkled her nose in disgust. Several mothers agreed.
Scene:
Outside, morning. The happy family is heading to the car. Harry goes to get in but is stopped by Vernon.
Petunia: This will be a lovely day at the zoo. I'm really looking forward to it.
Vernon: I'm warning you now, boy. Any funny business, any at all, and you won't have any meals for a week. Get in.
“He better not,” Calla hissed under her breath
Scene:
The zoo. The family is in the reptile house, looking at a large BOA CONSTRICTOR.
Dudley: Make it move.
Vernon raps the glass of the cage.
Vernon: Move!
Dudley raps the glass much harder, and Vernon winces.
Dudley: MOVE!
Harry: He's asleep!
Dudley: He's boring.
Dudley and his parents retreat to another enclosure. Harry is left with the snake.
Harry: 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.
The snake looks up and blinks.
Harry: Can you...hear me? {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 which says, Bred in Captivity} I see. That's me as well. I never knew my parents, either.
“You're a parseltongue,” James tilted his head confused. Harry didn’t dignify a response.
The now awake snake has attracted Dudley's attention. He rips over to the cage, knocking Harry to the floor.
Dudley: Mummy, dad, come here! You won't believe what this snake is doing!!
Dudley puts his hands on the glass wall. Harry, from the ground, glares at him. Suddenly, the glass disappears. Dudley wretches forward.
Dudley: Whoa! Ahh! Ahh!!
Dudley falls into the snake enclosure, sputtering in a pool of water.
“Ha,” Calla laughed vindictively, fizzling out into a cackle.
The snake gets out of the exhibit, stopping in front of Harry.
Snake: Thankssssssss.
“Aww… how sweet he's thanking you and everything,” Calla cued, which made everyone look at her like she's grown a second head.
Harry: Anytime.
The snake starts off.
Man: SNAKE!
There is a lot of screaming as the snake heads for freedom. Dudley gets up to get out, but the glass is now back over the enclosure. He is stuck. He pounds the glass.
Everyone laughed though Calla’s was more like a cackle.
Dudley: Mum, mummy!
Petunia: {Sees him} AHH!
Dudley: Mum, help! Help me!
Petunia: My darling boy! How did you get in there?!
Harry: {Grins and giggles}
Vernon glares down at him and Harry's grin disappears. Petunia continues screaming: How did you get in there? Dursley, oh, Dursley!
Scene:
Back at the Dursleys. Petunia and a bundled up Dudley come in.
Petunia: It's all right. It's all right.
They disappear around the corner. Harry and Vernon enter. Vernon slams the door and shoves Harry against a wall, taking his hair.
“He better let go of you right now or I’ll commit murder,” Calla leaned foward predatorily.
“Murder is not the solution to every problem,” Hermione hissed at Calla gaining yet more concerned looks.
“No murder is the question, the answer is yes,” Calla corrected Hermione then turned as if the conversation was over. Ron and Harry didn’t bat an eye as if this was a normal everyday argument.
Harry: Ow!
Vernon: What happened?
Harry: I swear I don't know! One minute the glass was there and then it was gone! It was like magic!
Vernon: {Scoffs and shoves Harry into the closet} There's no such thing as magic!
“That's it I’m going to kill him,” Calla narrowed her eyes at the screen
“Is she being serious,” James whispered. Sirius made his usual joke which was completely ignored as Harry answered.
“Plausible deniability we have never seen or had a murder admitted to us so we can honostly say that we don’t know anything,”
Scene:
Outside, some time later. An owl flies by the house and drops a letter, which zooms in the letterbox. It lands away from the house and hoots.
“Hogwarts letters,” Remus grinned thinking of when he first got his
Harry, inside, goes to collect the mail. He sorts through the letters and sees his, addressed to him. He goes into the kitchen, hands Vernon the rest of the mail, and walks around the other side of the table to see his letter.
Vernon: Ah, Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk.
“Good,” Hermione smiled evilly.
Dudley: {Sees Harry's letter. He runs and grabs it} Dad, look! Harry's got a letter!!
The hall gasped letter is a right of passage to take one away is simply wrong.
Harry: Hey, give it back! It's mine!
Vernon: {Laughs} Yours? Who'd be writing to you?
“I would have had I known you existed,” Calla said speaking formally
The family gathers to look at the address. There is a broken seal on the letter. The family looks up and Harry gulps.
Scene:
It switches to Calla coming down the stairs in a huge manor.
“Wow,” Ron's eyes widened in wonder along with several other
She plops onto her shair and stairs straight ahead looking much like the rest of the family. Tim, who she's next to, passes out into his eggs and without turning she lifts his head and pushes it so it leans back on the chair.
“That happens often,” Narcissa asked worryingly about the poor boys health
“Usually once every 160 hours but its not exact it depends how much sleep he had before he neglects sleep,” Calla nodded towards Narcissa
Alfred: Mistress Nadia Master Bruce I have found something that should require your full attention
“Whose Nadia?” asked Lily questioned to which most people didn’t have an answer
Both Calla and Bruce look up confused and slightly dazed from lack of sleep. They peer down at the letter addressed to the eighth room of the Wayne estate.
People look questionly at Calla.
Alfred: It appears Mistress Nadia has a stalker
“Your Nadia,” James frowned
“It is the name I grew up with,” Calla informed her Father
Nadia: One who is unaware of my name…
“It was quite confusing,” Calla frowned
Bruce: that doesn’t make sense they know what room you sleep in but not your name
Aurors nodded
Nadia: perhaps I should move to the cave that way we know the extent of there stalkery (whisper)
“Cave,” Ron frowned, “that normal for a muggle house,”
“No,” Hermione informed the pure bloods
Bruce nodded in agreement, both looking infinitely more awake then they had earlier.