To change the future

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　Nearly ten years had passed since the Dursleys had woken up to find their nephews on the front step, but Privet Drive had hardly changed at all. The sun rose on the same tidy front gardens and lit up the brass number four on the Dursleys' front door; it crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had been on the night when Mr. Dursley had seen that fateful news report about the owls. Only the photographs on the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed. Ten years ago, there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink beach ball wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Dudley Dursley was no longer a baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his first bicycle, on a carousel at the fair, playing a computer game with his father, being hugged and kissed by his mother. The room held no sign at all that two other boys lived in the house, too.

Harry and Jason squirm under the confused looks the other people in the room were giving them. Some went to ask why there were no pictures of them but stopped when Jason gave them murderous looks when he saw them open their mouths.

Yet Harry and Jason Potter were still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. Their Aunt Petunia was awake, and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day.
　　"Up! Get up! Now!"
　　Harry and Jason woke with a start. Their aunt rapped on the door again.
　　"Up!" she screeched. Harry heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the frying pan being put on the stove. He rolled onto his back and tried to remember the dream he had been having. It had been a good one. There had been a flying motorcycle in it. He had a funny feeling he'd had the same dream before.
　　Their aunt was back outside the door.
　　"Are you two up yet?" she demanded.
　　"Nearly," said Harry.
　　"Well, get a move on, I want you to look after the bacon. And don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Duddy's birthday."
　　Harry groaned and Jason grumbled under his breath.
　　"What did you say?" their aunt snapped through the door.
　　"Nothing, nothing..." "Yeah nothing you loud bitch." Jason muttered as she left again.

"Why are you guys doing the cooking?" Toni asks and frowns when she gets no reply from either boy.

Dudley's birthday -- how could they have forgotten? Harry and Jason got slowly out of bed and started looking for socks. They found a pair under their bed and, after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on. Harry and his brother was used to spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that was where they slept.

The whole room went deathly quiet for a few seconds before Hagrid stood up with a roar "WHAT!" he bellows; his anger followed by the other outraged looks on everyone else's faces. Dumbledore sat quietly, a calm and blank look on his face. But those who knew him best could see the flash of anger in those eyes. I knew they weren't treated like they were their aunt and uncle's real children, but I never thought it was like this.

Jason and Harry's friends were among the ones who were yelling the most. Theo looks at Jason who was sitting quietly with Harry, they weren't looking at anybody. Theo traded looks with Blaise and Daphne and the and they shook their heads. They didn't know either.

"Let's continue the book please." Harry's soft voice echoes through the room, stopping the yelling. The group looks at Harry who Jason has pulled into his lap and the twins were hugging each other.

When they were dressed they went down the hall into the kitchen. The table was almost hidden beneath all Dudley's birthday presents. It looked as though Dudley had gotten the new computer he wanted, not to mention the second television and the racing bike. Exactly why Dudley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to the brothers, as Dudley was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it involved punching somebody. Dudley's favorite punching bag was Harry, but he couldn't often catch him. Harry didn't look it, but he was very fast. And Jason had the habit of punching Dudley in the face when he tried to do it to him.
　　Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Harry had always been small and skinny for his age. He looked even smaller and skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of Dudley's, and Dudley was about four times bigger than he was. Harry had a thin face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes. He wore round glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times Dudley had punched him on the nose. Jason on the other hand was muscular and tall. The older brother was a head taller than Harry. It actually got him a lot of attention from the other kids at his school. Jason was the anti-bully kid who protected the others and was very confident in himself. The only thing Harry liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his forehead that was shaped like a bolt of lightning. He and Jason had them as long as they could remember, and the first question they could ever remember asking Aunt Petunia was how they had gotten it.
　　"In the car crash when your parents died," she had said. "And don't ask questions."
　　Don't ask questions -- that was the first rule for a quiet life with the Dursleys.