Unveiled

The Vanishing Glass

The words ten years later were seen.

"Oo time lapse." Alice said excitedly.

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.

"Such boring people." Fabian said

"Ten years and nothing's changed." Gideon commented whilst scrunching his face.

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 another boy lived in the house, too.

Lily and James looked relived.

"Maybe one of us got him out." Sirius said.

"But who?" Remus questioned.

"Definitely not me. I mean not with her around." Sandro said nodding at Cassiopeia. All she said was, "You're making me seem like the bad guy here. Honestly I'm not on the board for any of this either."

"Then break it off."

"If it was so easy.. then trust me I would've." Cass said bitterly.

Everyone just stared. Most not having a clue except the Blacks. This was something they had all gotten used to now. Ever since Sirius ran away Cassiopeia seemed to hate Alessandro more than anything. They had turned into mortal enemies overnight. It was as if she blamed him for Sirius' condition.

Yet Harry Potter was still there, asleep at the moment, but not for long. His Aunt Petunia was awake and it was her shrill voice that made the first noise of the day. "Up! Get up! Now!"

Severus and Lily both winced remembering when Petunia would scream when they were younger.

"Uh why is she banging the cupboards door? Who's there?" Bellatrix asked.

Lily seemed to have an idea but kept quiet about it. She wanted to be wrong.

Harry woke with a start. His 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.

"She's making my son sleep in a cupboard?" James said in a deadly voice. Everyone near him scooted. Lily looked ready to burst but kept quiet.

His aunt was back outside the door.

"Are you 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."

That seemed to be it.

"She's making my 10 year old son cook!! OH WAIT TILL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU PETUNIA!!" Lily shouted with furiously. James hugged her in order calm both of them.

"Nice nickname," Sirius commented, noticing the threat in Harry's uncle's words. He was trying his best to stay cool. So was Sandro. The Slytherins, too, heard it; if the food was even slightly burned, he'd be punished.