Wake up!

Vernon Dursley's horrid voice accompanied with a sharp kick to the cupboard door woke Harry up.

"Coming." Mumbles Harry as he pulled on his broken, taped glasses. Slowly he crawled out of his cupboard and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast before the birthday boy woke up.

Harry glanced sadly at Dudley's whopping pile of 30+ presents as he turned the sausage links over in the sizzling pan. Harry's birthday was hardly mentioned, and never had he received a gift.

"Hurry up boy!" Mr. Dursley snapped at Harry as he sat his large bottom in the chair at the head of the kitchen table.

Harry hurriedly scooped several links each onto two plates and then placed one in front of Mr. Dursley and then one in Dudley's usual spot. On another plate he places one link and a freshly cut orange quarter and sets it onto Mrs. Dursley's place mat accompanied with a glass of red cranberry juice.

Quickly and hoping that nobody was looking, Harry shoved a link into his mouth and swallowed quickly after chewing. Soon after Dudley walked in and sat down. He immediately began shoveling food into his mouth.

He looked skeptically at his mountain of gift boxes. "How many presents are there?"

Mr. Dursley smiled nervously at his large son. "T-thirty-six..."

"Thirty-six?" Dudley demanded while pounding a fist onto the table, shaking the dishes. He then tried to count on his fingers. "That's two less than last year!"

After Mrs. Dursley assured her precious Popkin that he'd have extra presents later they returned to eating breakfast as Harry cleaned up, occasionally sneaking a bit of leftovers.

Ding dong

"That must be Piers!" Said Dudley through a mouth full of scrambled eggs. He turned to his father. "Answer it!"

In Mr. Dursley's struggle to get up he knocked into Harry who had been clearing Mrs. Dursley's plate and glass from the table. He fell to the floor with an umph.

Opening the door, Mr. Dursley was looking down, expecting to be seeing his son's rather short friend, but instead was met with the sight of a short, red haired women of only about 5'3".

"Ahh, Vermin, that's you I suspect?" The red head smirked.

"It's Vernon," Mr. Dursley scowled. "And who you might be?"

"Who is it dear?" Asked Mrs. Dursley as she walked up behind her husband with a sickly sweet grin. Her smile immediately dropped as she saw who was in the doorway.

"L-Logan?" She stuttered with wide eyes. "W-what're you doing here."

Logan chuckled. "Oh, dear ole sister Tunia. Lovely to see you, too."

"You didn't answer my question." Mrs. Dursley's eyes narrowed.

"It's my nephew's birthday!" Logan exclaimed, pulling a small wrapped box out of the pocket of her worn, leather jacket, that was way too large for her. "Can't Derek's Auntie Logie say hello to him on his birthday?"

Mrs. Dursley practically growled at her younger sister. "It's Dudley!-"

"Unfortunate..." Muttered Logan under her breath.

"-And no you cannot say hello to my boy!" Mrs. Dursley continued shrieking.

"That's too bad for you Petunia, because I'm actually here for that among reasons. It's crucial that you let me in." Logan sighed. At her sister's glare she added, it'll be quick, I swear."

"Fine!" Mrs. Dursley hissed. Mr. Dursley's eyes widened in fear. "Only for a moment and then you leave and don't ever come back."

"B-but, dear, isn't she one of- of them?" Mr. Dursley whispered harshly to his wife. "One of th-those freaks like your sister and that Potter bloke?"

"Hey!" Logan interrupted him. "You speak ill of James and Lily like that again you'll pay. Don't forget Vermin, that I am allowed to use you-know-what on you at any moment."

With a sudden look of fear in her eyes, Mrs. Dursley stepped aside and let her little sister inside of her house.

In a considerably lighter tone Logan continued. "So where are my nephews?"

"How do you know that the brat is here?" Mr. Dursley snapped at his sister-in-law.

"The same goes for speaking ill of my godson, too, Vermin!"

"Vernon." He mumbled as Logan headed toward the kitchen.

"Never fear, Auntie Logie is here!" Exclaimed Logan as she entered the kitchen to see a rather large boy ripping open presents at the table and a rather scrawny, messy haired boy wiping up spilt cranberry juice.

"Oh Duddy, you should've waited for us!" Sighed Mrs. Dursley at the blonde boy dejectedly.

But Dudley ignored her and stared at Logan and with a sneer said, "Who are you?"

"Wow, Tunie, I'm very upset that you failed to tell my nephew of my existence." Logan raised an eyebrow at her sister.

"He doesn't need to know of a freak like you, Logan!" Mrs. Dursley shouted from her spot behind her husband.

"Wow, even in your old age you still treat me like an animal..." Logan rolled her hazel eyes.

"I was a good sister before you went off to that freak show of a school!" Mrs. Dursley defended herself.

Logan scoffed "I beg to differ, Petunia! When I was seven, long before Lily and I left for school, you stuck me in the dryer!"

"Oh, you were fine!" Shouted Mrs. Dursley back.

"Hey!" Yelled Dudley who was upset about his ruined birthday. "What's going on? I want to know now!"

Logan took a deep breath to calm herself. "Hello, Diddly-"

"Dudley!" Shouted Mrs. Dursley once again with rage.

"- right. Well happy birthday, my nephew!" She handed him the tiny package, which he immediately tore into.

He pulled out a leather chain with a tooth on the end of it. "What is this thing?"

"It's a dragon tooth necklace!" Logan told him with an excited gleam in her eyes. "Ramona, our Peruvian Vipertooth, just lost her first baby tooth, and it's a nice one too!"

"Ha! Dragon! Fat chance!" Scoffed Dudley as he tossed it backwards. It hit Harry in the face, and cut his cheek.

"Good Godric, Harry!" Logan exclaimed as she rushed forward to make sure he was alright. "Are you alright?"

Harry looked at her with wide eyes as she rubbed the small spot of blood off of his face with her thumb, slipped the necklace around his head, and then helped him up. "Uh, y-yes, thank you, Miss-"

"Oh, Harry, call me Aunt Logan. I insist!" She ruffled his hair.

"Aunt?" Harry asked, astonished.

"Oh, right, dear Tunia was too embarrassed by our type to tell you that you have another aunt." Logan glared at her sister, who glared right back.

"Our type?" Asked Harry, puzzled.

"She didn't tell you about magic?" Logan shrieked angrily.

"Magic?"

With a huff and a glare towards Mrs. Dursley, Logan pulled out her wand. It was an 11 1/2 inch, extremely springy oak with a dragon heartstring core and there was flower design carved into the handle.

She turned around on her heels and pointed it at the lamp above Mr. Dursley's head, which exploded at once.

All the Dursleys screamed in horror and Harry jumped in surprise. "Woah."

"Oops, just meant to make it go out." Logan muttered. "I guess Tunia's got me all riled up."

"That's, a-amazing." Harry said.

"That's a part of you, Harry." Logan smiled at her nephew. "You're a wizard, my boy."

"Are you sure?" Harry asked in awe.

"Haven't you ever made something happen by just thinking about it?" Logan smirked knowingly at Mrs. Dursley. "Lily and I showed signs at about your age. We gave Tunie a nice ole blueberry bath. Quite cool if you ask me."

"My mum was a wizard too?" Harry smiled at the thought of his mother.

"Actually a witch." Logan informed him. "Male magic folk, like yourself, are called wizards and females witches."

"That's incredible." Harry murmured, looking at Logan's wand.

"Of course it is" Logan chuckled. "Now Harry, go and pack."

"What?" Mr. And Mrs. Dursley and Harry said at the same time.

"I'm taking you with me."