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Sorry I havent updated for a while. Its exam season and I still have more to do. This is part 1 of chapter 1. Electronic cookies if you can guess where it is set. But it isnt hard.
A Mask… - Book One
I - The Boy Who Lived
Umbridge sneered viciously at Harry and started reading...
Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone
"Typical Potter," Snape sneered, "always looking for attention."
Chapter One – The Boy Who Lived
Mr and Mrs Dursley, of number four, Parkerwegstraßer, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal,
'Normal,' sneered Harry, 'There is certainly nothing normal about those pathetic excuses for human beings. What with one of them being a walking, talking whale, another a nosy horse, and their pathetic pig of an offspring. That is actually abnormal, but no they can't have that in their perfect world.' Every one stared at him.
'Harry, that is certainly no way to treat your kind relatives after all they look after you every summer you should be grateful,' berated Hermione.
thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
'Naturally,' Harry said glaring at the book; in a Snape like manor causing people to inch away from him.
Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.
'What's a drill?' One Pureblood asked.
'O, honestly what do you use the drill charm for it's the same thing.' Hermione stated 'It's a second year charm and…'
'They get it Hermione, you don't need to stick your nose in everything.' Ron said causing Hermione to glare at him before going back to her I'm-right-and-your-always-wrong attitude.
He was a large man with hardly any neck,
'What a lo-'
'vely fellow is'
'he available?' Said Gred and Feorge making people think that the pranks they do were because of a brain defect.
although he did have a very large moustache. Mrs Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours.
'Nothing's changed Turnley,' said Snape shocking Harry for a moment before he put his mask back in place.
The Dursley's had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
Harry and Blaise caught each other's eyes and turned away from each other to keep themselves from laughing. The idea of Dudley being small was the same as Dumbledork being sane or Draco being able to be cunning.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister,
"What!" A shocked Ravenclaw cried out. "But that's horrible!" Harry just shrugged. "And they were horrible people. It matches, you see."
because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be.
"James wasn't a good-for-nothing," McGonagall shouted suddenly feeling protective of her Lions with a scowl on her face. "He was an Auror, and a good one at that."
"Really?" Harry asked him. He didn't know much about his parents and this was the first time that anyone told him that his father had a job but then again what else could an arrogant Gryffindor do besides catch 'dark' wizards? He'd probably never heard of the term: know your enemy and therefore didn't even look at the 'dark arts'.
'But what did my Mother do?'' asked Harry
'She was an Unspeakable,' causing Harry to stare at her in shock. ''But wh-''
"Could we get back to reading?" ground Snape out.
The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street; imagian the attention they would get. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
Eyes narrowed "A child like what?" growled McGonagall. '' What does it means by that." Professor McGonagall demanded. Harry smiled easily, and lied professionally. "I was an active child always getting into trouble. I'm sure he just thought that I was going to stay like that the rest of my life." McGonagall nodded, ignoring Severus as he sniped "Typical Potter.'' She was slightly doubtful, but she could understand what Harry was saying.-
When Mr and Mrs Dursley woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie
'Potter,' Draco Demanded, 'Why would he do that?'
'I Don't know why would anyone stand in front of a mirror for an hour checking for a spot when they are male?' Chided Harry.
'When my Father hears about this…' but he was drowned out by what he was saying when the doors banged open.
'Minster, welcome we are hearing about all the actions and thoughts of Potter from his first to his fourth year,' boasted Umbitch.
'Well done madam, we'll finally be able to get him once and for all.' He looked positively gleeful at the thought. Meanwhile, Harry looked at several people entering as well including several Unspeakables in their Assassins Creep Cloak and gave a knowing smirk that was returned.
'Sit down Minister, and Department Heads, we will all know the truth for ourselves soon enough.'
for work and Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.
At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. "Little tyke,"
Harry suddenly felt the need to let out a guffaw. "Little?" he managed to get out when he calmed down a little. "I don't think 'little' is a word I'd use to describe Dudley." Privately he added 'Hopefully, I won't be able to describe him as living much longer either.'
chortled Mr Dursley as he left the house. He got into his Trabbi and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar – a cat reading a map.
"Bet that's McGonagall," George said with a mischievous grin
"Why would you think that it's me, Weasley?" asked professor McGonagall.
"Well, I don't know," George floundered, "I just have this feeling."
"A galleon it isn't professor McGonagall," Fred suddenly announced.
''Two gallons it isn't,'' Dean said
''Two gallons it is,'' Ron said.
Hermione looked shocked, ''Do you even have two Gallons Ronald because if you don't it is not very fair to bet. In fact Gambling should be against the law as it goes against the 1879 free money agreement and..'
"If we could get back to the reading," Snape once again interrupted them.
For a second, Mr Dursley didn't realise what he had seen – then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of?
"Stupid muggle." The Slytherins all muttered. Harry couldn't help but agree with them.
It must have been a trick of the light. Mr Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back.
"Prepare to lose your money," George teased.
"As if," sniffled Fred in reply.
As Mr Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Parkerwegstraßer – no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs.
'Know your secret'
'can't read maps'
'or signs,' sung Gred and Feorge.
'Messes Weasley,' ground McGonagall, 'I would suggest that you no longer use that word as it would be detrimental to your health. And we wouldn't want that would we?' She finished sweetly causing people to shudder at the Umbridge like voice.
Mr Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove his office, he thought of nothing except a order of drills he was hoping to get that day from the Party.
'I can see were Potter gets his one Track mind from,' sneered Snape.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks.
'What's wrong with cloaks,' Padma asked, 'There're the latest fashion trend.' Many of the more fashion conscience pupils talked animatedly about this hot topic.
'Really,' sniped Harry, 'Fashion Trends last for 14 years. Talk about innovation.'
Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes –
'Gerd can you imagine them seeing a colour blind headmaster walking down Privet Drive?'
'I don't know Feorge, but it may be better seing a colour blind goat instead.'
the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdoes standing quite close by.
"Weirdos!" Draco shouted. "We're the weirdos? Then what are you, muggle?" Harry of course agreed, but he was not going to say anything it was much more fun laughing at his lack of Decorum.
They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him!
"The nerve of him!" Blaise gasped, getting funny looks from the rest of the Slytherins.
But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt - these people were obviously collecting for something... yes, that would be it.-
'Naturally, it's not like my Patents were brutally murdered and betrayed, leaving me an orphan before which being Crucioed into oblivion.' Harry said in a perfectly neutral tone getting pitying looks from all the hall. He sneered, 'not even the House of the cunning can see through my mask and they are intelligent?
"Oh, Harry." Hermione lectured, 'You should have told us; I mean how are you supposed to work through your feelings without …'
He ignored them all. His parents were dead, had been that way for a while now, and he had gotten over it. The whole pity thing was getting slightly out of hand.
The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings Fabrik parking lot, his mind back on drills.-
"Aargh!" Ron groaned. "Drills again!"
"One-tracked mind, that one," McGonagall murmured.
"You have no idea," said Harry before he could realize just to whom he was replying and blushed when everyone either sniggered or twinkled or chuckled at him. Well, everyone but Snape and Umbridge. Snape scowled, and Umbridge just … croaked. Weird.