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Warning: Slash will be mentioned in the story. Nothing explicit.
A/N: Thanks to all the people who put me on their alert list and for all the reviews. I added some of the story to this chapter, so don't think something is wrong if you see the same story in the beginning. Sorry this chapter is still so short. I will try to get more out soon.
The Past Revisited
On the quiet and peaceful street of Privet Drive everything was always similar. The children went to the same schools, the husbands went to work for the same mid-level companies, and the wives stayed home to take care of the household. Then one day, just as the leaves were turning colors and the street had never looked better, there came a change. In front of #4 a strange person drove up.
He was clad in perfectly respectable clothing and driving a new car. The neighbors shouldn't have thought anything of it. Yet there was something there, beneath the surface. Thoughts raced through their heads as they watched from their lawns or through their windows.
The man turned around and stood with his back to the house as he waited to be let in. Almost simultaneously you could see the realization occur. The whole neighborhood seemed as if they had been frozen. This man had messy black hair, startling green eyes, and a faded lightning Bolton his forehead. It was HARRY POTTER!
Harry Potter watched, amused as people ran inside their homes, locked the doors, and pulled the curtains shut. His smirk faded as he thought about the reason people were running away from him. Turning back to the he sighed, pushing the unwelcome thoughts from his head. Waiting patiently for someone to answer the door he stood thinking that this day was going to be hard enough to get through without dragging old emotions into it.
As the door opened, Harry thought to himself, let the games begin.
Dudley Dursley was sitting in his living room watching the telly and eating some snacks. He had just finished setting up for his 28th birthday party. Scowling, he thought about how hard it had been to find a tailor who could fit a suit for him. Standing at his side was his new wife, Melinda, dusting the last of the shelves. Dudley's small brain stalled at he stared at his wife, who his friends secretly called Petunia jr. behind his back. Melinda gasped, desperately trying to get out of the way before her husband could crush both her and her new party dress.
Breathing heavily she screeched, 'Just what do you think you are doing Dudley! It's bad enough that people are going to start arriving any minute; we don't have time for your shenanigans. Plus we still have no idea what time that freak cousin of yours is arriving!'
Blinking from the floor, Dudley dully wondered if she would forgive him in time for bed. Holding onto the couch, Dudley pulled himself up and said, 'Don't worry snookums we have everything ready. Besides, the freak knows not to make trouble. I only invited him to gloat about the announcement tonight. I didn't know that he would actually show up.'
Counting to ten, Melinda said simpering, 'Oh of course darling. I'm just a bit worried about the party. It is the first one that I am going to be hosting as your wife after all. I so want everything to be a smash. I only wish that your dear parents were still here to share the announcement with as well.'
As Dudley, sniffling and with tears in his eyes, was about to reply, the doorbell rang.
Melinda gave a great cry! 'Oh no, their already here. We had better go greet the guests Dudley.'
Lumbering up Mr. and Mrs. Dursley rushed to the door so as not to seem rude. Before opening it up to let the first of the guests in, they gave the house a last once over. Everything seemed to be perfect.
Breathing deeply, Melinda turned and slid the door open while Dudley waited behind her to greet their peers, and higher ups.
As the door became completely open the breath seemed to rush out of the hosts bodies. Standing before them was a man that they had both hoped would still cancel. Harry Potter was back at the Dursley's.
The two people now staring at him in horror looked horrifyingly familiar to Harry. Sniggering to himself he thought about what a tragedy it was that Dudley and his wife had managed to become the reincarnations of Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Then again he supposed it wasn't all that funny considering that he had a hard enough time dealing with them the first time.
Sobering quickly, Harry cleared his throat. 'Well aren't you going to invite me in?' he said with a smirk. Pushing past them, Harry started walking towards the living room, before pausing. If he had to be here tonight then he might as well make the most of the evening and torture Dudley.
Keeping up his smirk, Harry said, 'No need to lead me to the sitting room. I know how busy you'll be in a second. I saw people pulling up behind me. I just wanted to let you know that my date is going to be a bit late. I'll be sure to introduce you later.' Proceeding into the living room, Harry grinned in pleasure at the thought of what must be going through the minds of the Dursleys. He could only guess though considering they had been, disappointingly, speechless.
Hearing the two snap out of shock just as the doorbell rang, Harry mentally rubbed his hands together. He couldn't wait until his date got there. That would definitely take the wind out of Dudley's sails.
As Harry leaned back in his chair he decided that this night might not be such a waste after all.