Back in Time (An HP Fanfic)

Chapter Three

One day in July, Aunt Petunia took Dudley to London to buy his Smeltings uniform, leaving Harry at Mrs. Figg’s. Mrs. Figg wasn’t as bad as usual. It turned out she’d broken her leg tripping over one of her cats, and she didn’t seem quite as fond of them as before. She let Harry watch television and gave him a bit of chocolate cake that tasted as though she’d had it for several years.
That evening, Dudley paraded around the living room for the family in his brand-new uniform.
Smeltings boys wore maroon tailcoats, orange knickerbockers, and flat straw hats called boaters. They also carried knobbly sticks, used for hitting each other while the teachers weren’t looking. This was supposed to be good training for later life.
As he looked at Dudley in his new knickerbockers, Uncle Vernon said gruffly that it was the proudest moment of his life. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and said she couldn’t believe it was her Ickle Dudleykins, he looked so handsome and grown-up.
Harry didn’t trust himself to speak. He thought two of his ribs might already have cracked from trying not to laugh.

There was a horrible smell in the kitchen the next morning when Harry went in for breakfast. It seemed to be coming from a large metal tub in the sink. He went to have a look. The tub was full of what looked like dirty rags swimming in gray water.
“What’s this?” he asked Aunt Petunia. Her lips tightened as they always did if he dared to ask a question.
“Your new school uniform,” she said. Harry looked in the bowl again. “Oh,” he said,
“I didn’t realize it had to be so wet.” “Don’t be stupid,” snapped Aunt Petunia. “I’m dyeing some of Dudley’s old things gray for you. It’ll look just like everyone else’s when I’ve finished.”
Harry seriously doubted this, but thought it best not to argue. He sat down at the table.
Dudley and Uncle Vernon came in, both with wrinkled noses because of the smell from Harry’s new uniform. Uncle Vernon opened his newspaper as usual and Dudley banged his Smelting stick, which he carried everywhere, on the table.
They heard the click of the mail slot and flop of letters on the doormat.
“Get the mail, Dudley,” said Uncle Vernon from behind his paper.
“Make Harry get it.”
“Get the mail, Harry.”
Knowing arguing would be useless Harry simply got up to get the mail.
Three things lay on the doormat: a postcard from Uncle Vernon’s sister Marge, who was vacationing on the Isle of Wight, a brown envelope that looked like a bill, and — a letter for Harry. Harry picked it up and stuffed it in his pants before going to give the mail.

After returning to the cupboard he took out his letter ,looking it over he started to think about how to avoid the Hagrid incident as he liked to call it though with the number of incidents surrounding Hagrid it was next to impossible to pinpoint which incident exactly was being referred to.

He realized after a bit of thinking that in this life the one person he could trust undoubtedly was Professor Snape. A smile found it's way onto his face it was time to show why the hat wanted to put him in Slytherin.
As far as he knew Snape seemed to hate his Aunt Petunia just as much as he did if not more. He would take advantage of that.

Getting up quickly he sat and started writing a letter to Professor Snape.
The letter read

                    
  Respected Professor
I would like to enquire about the procedure to be followed in case the guardian of the ward showing magical qualities refuses to send them to be schooled. My guardians are unaware regarding my knowledge of the Wizarding world, which I am ashamed to say is negligible, I would be honored if you could come to receive me and help convince my guardians
Thank You
Harry Potter

Satisfied with the letter he tucked it in his pants before sneaking out of the house silently.
He saw an owl sitting on a tree across him smiling he approached it before tying the letter to its leg and instructing it "Deliver it to Professor Snape " .

Harry watched the owl soar into the sky.