Princess of the best || HP X Narnia

Chapter 3

Harry Potter is shown, who is now 10 years old, still sleeping. Then, the light turns on outside his bedroom.

"Why does your bedroom seem so small?" Lily asks. While Harry only looks down.

The screen then shows a thin woman with a long neck and scowled face, Petunia Dursley, walking to the door under the stairs. "Up. Get up." She knocks on his door repeatedly. "Now!" She smacks the door of the closet and walks into the living room.

"Shit, YOU SLEPT IN A CUPBOARD!" James screamed. While Lily only looked shocked at the screen, now knowing why Harry didn't answer her question.

"Potter, you never told us." Draco says, with pity in his voice.

"That's because it changed soon after, cause I was going to Hogwarts. So I didn't really feel the need to tell you"

"I already told you Har, you slept in that cupboard more years than you did not. I told you you should tel them." Amelia says with a sleepy voice, since she's still half asleep.

Even though everything that was happening, most people were cooing over Amelia's sleepy voice. It was like she was the only one who stayed a little bit of a child, the rest al had that glint in their eyes, like they've been through hell and back.

Harry wakes up, turns on his bedroom light and puts on his glasses with tape on the bridge , indicating that it was partly damaged.

"I see he inherited the Potter eyesight." Marleen laughs.

A large, tubby boy, Dudley Dursley, suddenly comes running down the stairs above the closet. He stops half-way down and goes back, jumping on the staircase.

"What the hell did he eat to get so fat." Barty laughs. "He's so ugly."

"Wake up, cousin! We're going to the zoo!" He shouts happily.

Harry looks up to the join of works of the stairs with small amounts of dust rising. Dudley laughs, comes down the stairs and runs for the kitchen. Harry tries to come out of the closet, but is pushed back in by Dudley. Petunia is in the kitchen where Dudley has gone.

"And a bully too, apparently." Evan adds.

Petunia smiles at her son. "Oh, here he comes, the birthday boy!"

Vernon grins. "Happy birthday, son."

Behind them Harry enters, dressed in clothes far too big on him. Petunia's smile drops. "Why don't you cook the breakfast—and try not to burn anything!" she says unpleasantly to him.

"They make you cook?" Lily asks with a scowl. "yes" Harry says soft, cradling Amelia in his arms. "Since when? HOW OLD WHERE YOU?" Lily says, getting really angry. 

"Since I could reach the stove, so about 5 years old." Harry whispers softly, but Lily still hears him. "I'm gonna kill her. IM GONNA KILL HER, MARLEEN. MAKE AN ALIBI FOR ME. AS SOON AS THIS IS OVER IM KILLING HER."

"Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry agreed, getting to work on cooking a sizzling pan of bacon.
"I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day," Petunia said.
Vernon glowers at Harry, who's carefully transferring the cooked bacon to two of the three plates. 

"Hurry up. Bring my coffee, boy!"

"Yes, uncle Vernon."

Petunia leads Dudley to the family room, where a vast amount of presents crowds the coffee table. "Aren't they wonderful, darling?"

Dudley studies them blankly for a minute. "How many are there?"
"Thirty-six," Vernon boasts, "Counted 'em myself."

"Is he seriously proud that he can count?" Regulus says.