Changing The Past

Introduction

"Remember boy, you will not make any noise whatever tonight or you will be in a world of pain. Do you understand me?"

"Yes."

"Yes what?"

"Yes sir, I understand you."

"Good. Go on boy, get!" Vernon nodded and pointed towards the stairs. Harry numbly ran up the stairs to his room which was originally Dudley's second bedroom. The bedroom didn't have more than a ratty mattress on a broken bed frame, a brown dresser in the corner near a window that was bolted shut and covered in bars, a nightstand near the bed on it, a broken lamp, and a desk that seemed a million years old.

Harry sat down on the mattress and covered up with the ratty blanket before getting lost in his thoughts.

Why had none of his friends written to him? Why hadn't anyone tried to contact him?

A million thoughts were running rampant through his head. Harry sighed and laid down. It wasn't as if he hadn't tried to write to them. He had written every week up until a few days ago. He sighed once more and fell into a restless sleep.

~Time skip through him sleeping ~

Harry awoke with a start. He could hear Dudley unlocking his door.

Oh no. Harry thought. He knew this wasn't about to end well.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dudley sneered as soon as the door opened.

"I'm sleeping, Dudders. What does it look like I'm doing?" Harry snorted and sat up to face him. Dudley advanced on him and Harry pulled out his wand and brandished it.

"Jiggery pokery!" said Harry in a fierce voice. "Hocus pocus -- squiggly wiggly--"

"MUUUUUUM!" howled Dudley, "He's doing you know what!"

Harry snickered until he realized what this meant. He was screwed. Dudley ran like a scared little pig and jiggled all the way to the door where he slammed it shut and locked all of the locks. Harry was scared. He was so screwed. Bloody hell, Harry thought.

Why did he have to do that? Why couldn't he let Dudley do what he wanted? Harry sighed and laid back down trying to breathe and disappear so he wouldn't get hurt.