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Prelude

Harry Potter, six years old, awoke with a start. Aunt Petunia was punching his cupboard's door violently, telling him if he didn't got up his lazy self and made a great breakfast for Dudley's birthday, he would not be allowed to eat.

His stomach complaining at the thought, he put up his glasses and did quickly as he was said. Carefully avoiding to get burned (he was still a little too small and couldn't quite see what he was doing) he managed to make some good-looking eggs and bacon. He then served Dudley, his uncle and aunt, and got a little piece to himself, getting a disapproving look from Aunt Petunia.

But she said nothing, getting all Dudley's presents together.

With a wide smile, he slowly opened them all, then he counted.

"That's ten, isn't it mum? he asked"

"No, son, there are fourteen. Are you pleased?"

"Yes, fourteen is good mummy. But… where's my computer?"

"A computer, dear?"

"Yes! I told you I wanted one. And you didn't got me any! "

" I'm sorry, son, Vernon replied anxiously. You know this client I lost because of this.. freak? Well, because of that my society isn't very wealthy right now and we couldn't afford to get you a computer yet… maybe next year?"

"So I have to pay for his abnormality? Dudley replied angrily, staring at Harry. No! I want a computer, and I want it NOW!"

Just as he screamed the last word, the entire kitchen seemed to explode, and in the meantime, something appeared. A big, enormous wrapped present lying on the floor.

Vernon Dursley stared blankly as his son let out a happy cheer and jumped to open up his present, discovering a last-generation computer. Then, he looked at his nephew who seemed bloody terrified, wide-eyed. Then, reality stroke him hard.

His nephew wasn't the only freak in the house.