Hi. This is my first story on FanFiction. I hope everyone likes it. I got this idea in my head and it wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it out. The first chapter is just setting up the story and follows along J.K.'s original story as well. So just hang in there and then I promise things will be different.

Disclaimer: I do not own anything and I am making no money off this. It is purely for my own amusement. The parts in bold are from the book.

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Two Letters

"Get the mail, Dudley."

"Make Harry get it."

"Get the mail, Harry."

"Make Dudley get it."

"Poke him with your Smelting stick, Dudley."

Harry dodged the Smelting stick and went to retrieve the mail. Four things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon's sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wright, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, a letter for Dudley, and –a letter for Harry.

Harry picked up the letter and stared at it in shock. No one had ever written to him before, but it was most definitely his as the front of the letter clearly stated that it was addressed to:

Mr. H. Potter

The Cupboard under the Stairs

4 Privet Drive

Little Whinging

Surrey

The envelope was thick and heavy, made of yellowish parchment, and the address was in emerald-green ink. There was no stamp.

Turning the envelope over, his hand trembling, Harry saw a purple was seal bearing a coat of arms; a lion, an eagle, a badger and a snake surrounding a large letter H.

"Hurry up boy!" shouted Uncle Vernon from the kitchen. "What are you doing, checking for letter bombs?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Harry went back in to the kitchen, still staring at his letter. He handed Uncle Vernon the bill and postcard and absent mindedly gave Dudley his letter, who started tearing into it immediately. Harry sat down and slowly began to open the yellow envelope.

Uncle Vernon ripped open the bill, snorted in disgust, and flipped over the postcard.

"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk…"

"What's this?" Dudley interrupted. Harry, who had only begun to unfold his own letter, looked up to see what had upset his cousin. Dudley was currently staring dumbfounded at his open letter.

"It's a letter, Dudley. If you ask nicely, I'm sure Aunt Petunia could read it to you so you can understand it," Harry explained. Aunt Petunia gave Harry a nasty glare as she raced over to see what had so upset her precious Diddy-dums. Harry shrugged and turned back to his own letter and began reading:

Dear Mr. Potter,

We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find…

The letter was suddenly snatched from his hand by an irate looking Uncle Vernon.

"Hey! That's mine," Harry exclaimed. "It has my name on it."

"It is not. It is a foolish prank that we will have no part of," Uncle Vernon said feverishly. Harry noticed that Uncle Vernon had turned a grayish white, while Aunt Petunia looked ready to faint.

Harry was not going to back down so easily. "Prank or not, it's mine and I want to read it. Give me my letter!"

"And I want MY letter!" Dudley added.

"Neither of you shall read these letters," Uncle Vernon shouted. Dudley looked shocked, his father had never used that tone of voice with him before. Against their protests (and despite Dudley smacking him in the head with the Smelting stick) Uncle Vernon forced both boys out into the hall and shut the door to the kitchen.

Harry and Dudley started at the door for a moment in bewilderment before they began silently fighting to see who would get to listen at the keyhole. Dudley won quickly and Harry dropped to the floor to listen at the crack under the door.

"Vernon, how could this have happened?" Aunt Petunia's voice sounded very weak.

"I don't know. He must have infected Dudley somehow." Harry raised his eyebrows at this. He wasn't sick.

"What should we do? Should we write back and tell them no, that they made a mistake?"

"No, no. We won't reply. Show them we aren't interested. That should get them to leave us alone."

"My poor Diddy-dums," Aunt Petunia sobbed. Dudley and Harry exchanged a confused look. What was going on here? And if this was all some elaborate prank, why were Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia so upset? He couldn't be a wizard, could he? The only sounds coming from the kitchen were Aunt Petunia's sobbing and Uncle Vernon's attempts to comfort her. So Dudley and Harry silently moved away from the door and crept upstairs, where they stood facing each other in awkward silence.

"What did your letter say?" Harry could no longer contain his curiosity.

For once Dudley seemed to be on the same page and answered without his usual derision. "It was a letter for a school. Hogworms or something."

"Hogwarts," Harry corrected. "That's what mine said too. A school for witchcraft and wizardry," Harry was starting to get excited. "Wow! I can't believe it. I'm a wizard!"

"But Dad said that it's a prank."

"Don't be thick, Dudley. If Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon really thought it was just a prank they wouldn't be this upset by the whole thing." Harry watched as Dudley thought this through. It look like it took a lot of effort, but eventually Dudley seemed to realize that Harry was making sense.

Dudley's eyes grew big and round, "That, that means that I'm a wizard too." Harry, caught up in his own euphoria, hadn't even thought about the fact that Dudley was also a wizard. He couldn't help but feel a smidge disappointed that he would have to share this with Dudley, who had always gotten everything he ever wanted while Harry was stuck with his leftovers.

"Boys, come down here," Uncle Vernon's loud voice intruded upon the quiet atmosphere that had settled in the wake of these realizations. Dudley and Harry both ran downstairs to see what was going to happen next.

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Things in the Dursley household became quite crazy over the next few days. The letters continued coming and while Uncle Vernon still insisted that the letters were a prank, it did not stop him from rearranging the family's entire living situation. The house had a bedroom for Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia, a guest room that Aunt Marge would stay in, and Dudley had two rooms, one for a bedroom and another to collect all the old and broken toys he no longer wanted. While Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon kept their room, Dudley was moved into the guest bedroom, and Harry was moved into Dudley's spare bedroom.

Dudley protested having to move into the slightly smaller bedroom, and he was upset even more at the fact that he had to give up his second bedroom as well. He screamed and slammed doors to show his displeasure, but Uncle Vernon refused to budge. Dudley eventually stopped when he realized that for the first time in his life he could not bully anyone to get his own way. Harry for one was quite pleased with this change of accommodation. He had always lived in the cupboard under the stairs and was happy to actually have an entire bedroom all to himself.

The biggest change in the family came from Aunt Petunia herself. She had begun to wander around the house like a ghost. The one who was affected the most by Aunt Petunia's change was Dudley himself. Aunt Petunia had been virtually ignoring Dudley since the letters came. Dudley seemed at a complete loss as to how to handle the sudden neglect from his mother. He decided to compensate by engaging in Harry Hunting even more than usual, to the point that Harry thought it would be best to learn to sleep with his eyes open so he could see any attacks that might be coming.

And still the letters came, the addresses even changing to accommodate the residents' new living situation. Uncle Vernon's attempt to block the mail slot, and eventually the entire front door did not seem to stop the persistent letter writer. The letters would come in with the eggs and milk and every which way that could be found. Uncle Vernon kept getting more and more flustered by the letters, to the point that by week's end he was nearly manic, which is why it was such a surprise when Harry woke up Sunday morning to find his uncle almost jovial.

"No post on Sunday's. None of those blasted letters today!" Uncle Vernon exclaimed. The smile slipped off his face as a letter came whizzing out of the fireplace to hit him on the back of the head. After a beat of silence, 60 or 80 letters came flying out of the fireplace. Harry instantly leapt into the air to try and catch one. Even Dudley, who was oppose to anything involving exercise was jumping about trying to grab his own letter.

"That is it!" Uncle Vernon yelled. He grabbed Harry around the waist and Dudley by the collar and dragged both out of the room. "Go pack your things! We are leaving!" Uncle Vernon's face was the color of a ripe tomato and looking completely deranged with half his mustache missing that not even Aunt Petunia was willing to argue with him while he was in this state.

The car was loaded as quickly as possible. Dudley tried to bring his television set, VCR, and computer but Uncle Vernon had told him to leave them. Dudley only halfheartedly protested, looking more depressed by the fact that Aunt Petunia refused to even look in his direction. Once everything was packed up, Uncle Vernon started driving in a random direction. He didn't seem to have a particular destination in mind, only putting as much distance between them and the house as possible. It was evening by the time Uncle Vernon finally pulled over into a hotel.

The next morning at breakfast Uncle Vernon seemed quite satisfied that they had finally escaped the letters. While Uncle Vernon happily tucked into his meal, Dudley only picked at his food. Harry, while not like Dudley all that much, could not stop the twinge of sympathy he felt for his cousin. He did not think it was fair of his Aunt to suddenly ignore her child simply because he happened to be a wizard. He didn't think it right of either his Uncle or his Aunt to continue with this charade of Dudley and he being normal. Obviously the letter writer was using magic to make sure the letters were received and did not seem about to stop any time soon. Harry wondered if driving around was enough to stop a wizard and truly hoped not.

As he was thinking about the mysterious Hogwarts the owner of the hotel came up to their table. "'Scuse me, but is one of you a Mr. H. Potter and another a Mr. D. Dursley?"

She held up two envelopes where they could see the green writing:

Mr. H. Potter

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

And

Mr. D. Dursley

Room 17

Railview Hotel

Cokeworth

Dudley gaped at the letters but Harry reached a hand forward to take his. Uncle Vernon knocked his hand out of the way, "I'll take them." He got up and the rest of the family followed him out of the dining room while the owner looked on in bemusement.

Uncle Vernon continued to drive. He would take unexpected turns and travel down narrow lanes in the middle of nowhere. Harry and Dudley exchanged looks that clearly stated they thought Uncle Vernon had gone mad, while Aunt Petunia seemed to be doing an admirable job of ignoring the situation entirely. Eventually Uncle Vernon parked somewhere along the coast, where he got out and disappeared in the rain. Dudley attempted to speak with Aunt Petunia, but she took no heed of anything he said.

Harry felt a spark of anger at his Aunt when he saw the look of utter rejection on his cousin's face and could keep quiet no more, "So what if we are wizards? Why does that give you the right act like we are scum?"

Aunt Petunia's head swiveled around so fast Harry thought she might break her neck to acknowledge them for the first time in almost a week. "Do not speak of things you don't understand. There is nothing good that come from being a freak and you would do well to remember that," and with that she turned back around to stare out the windshield. Dudley whimper at the outburst and Harry opened his mouth to reply when Uncle Vernon returned, carrying a long, thin package.

Uncle Vernon smiled smugly as he led them to a small, rundown looking rowboat. Even Aunt Petunia's indifferent façade seemed to crack at the realization that Uncle Vernon actually wanted them to get in the thing, but he would not take no for an answer. So that was how they ended up rowing out to a small island off the coast which had nothing but a small rundown shack on it.

Uncle Vernon passed out bags of potato chips that he had acquired at some point before he and Aunt Petunia retired to the bedroom for the night. Harry and Dudley fought over the couch, but since Harry was no match for Dudley, he was forced to sleep on the floor. Harry lay in the stillness of the night trying to fall asleep, but was unable to with all the thoughts of the past few days running through his mind. He suspected that Dudley was not getting much sleep either since there was no snoring coming from his cousin.

"Do you really think they won't find us out here?" Dudley sighed.

"I don't know. We are very far away and one would have to be crazy to try and get to us in the middle of this storm. But whoever is sending the letters has magic so maybe it is possible to reach us."

Dudley seemed to contemplate this for a minute, "Yeah. Maybe."

Harry looked at Dudley's watch and saw that it was almost midnight. While he knew that Dudley didn't really care, he couldn't help his next remark. "It's almost my birthday." Dudley glanced at his watch in surprise, like he didn't even realize the date, which he probably hadn't.

"Oh. Well, happy birthday." Harry stared at Dudley in amazement. Never had Dudley acknowledged Harry's birthday unless Aunt Petunia made him, which she usually didn't, even if he sounded like he didn't care all that much.

"T-th-thanks," Harry stammered. Not knowing what else to do they both looked at Dudley's watch and waited as it counted down. Harry thought that maybe this birthday would not be so bad, having Dudley wish him a happy birthday was a good present for turning eleven. At least it was better than last year when the Dursley's gave Harry a coat hanger and a pair of Vernon's old socks. It was only a 20 more seconds till Harry officially became eleven. 10…5…4…3…2…1.

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