Study Group [Male Reader x Various/Harem]

No.4 Privet Drive

Harry was sat in the garden taking a moment from working on weeding the garden once again, as the Dursleys were never quite happy with his work, he was thinking of Hogwarts when he was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of footsteps approaching, Harry turned to see Dudley's smug face.

"I know what day it is." Dudley said as he approached.

"Do you really?" Harry said sarcastically, already knowing where this was going.

"I know what day it is," Dudley repeated, coming right up to him.

"Well done," said Harry. "So you've finally learned the days of the week."

"Today's your birthday," sneered Dudley. "How come you haven't got any cards? Haven't you even got friends at that freak place?"

"Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school," said Harry coolly. Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom.

"Why are you staring at the hedge?" he said suspiciously.

"I'm trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire," said Harry, Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face, hastily leaving, Harry chuckled to himself with a smirk as he relaxed slightly.

Later:

It was a quiet summer evening in Surrey. Harry, was in his bedroom looking at the picture book that gave him at the end of his first year at Hogwarts; he looked at the picture of him as a baby with his parents, he then turned the page to look at a picture of him and Y/N with his closest friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger; he then heard his owl Hedwig chirping and hooting in her cage.

"I can't let you out, Hedwig. I'm not allowed to use magic outside of school." Harry said as Hedwig nibbled at her lock, squawking loudly. "Besides, if Uncle Vernon--"

"Harry Potter!" Vernon's enraged voice said from downstairs.

"Now you've done it." Harry said to the owl before closing his book and walking downstairs, heading into the kitchen. In the kitchen, Petunia was working on a cake as Harry entered.

"He's in there, Vernon." Petunia said as she pointed at her husband. Harry entered the living room, where Uncle Vernon was getting Dudley dressed up.

"I'm warning you. If you can't control that bloody bird, it'll have to go." Vernon said sternly.

"But she's bored. If I could only let her out for... an hour or two." Harry argued.

"So you can send secret messages to your freaky little friends? No, sir." Vernon said as Harry looked dejected.

"But I haven't had any messages from any of my friends. Not one. All summer."

"Who would want to be friends with you?" Dudley said as he barged into Harry.

"You wouldn't be saying that if Y/N was here now would you. You're scared of him." Harry said with a smirk as Dudley sneered at him.

"I should think you'd be a little more grateful. We've raised you since you a were a baby, given you the food off our table, even let you have Dudley's second bedroom, purely out of the goodness of our hearts." Vernon said Harry had to hold back a scoff.

Dudley was eyeing up the cake and went to get a taste before he was stopped.

"Not now, bumpkins. It's for when the Masons arrive." Petunia said as she gently slapped Dudley's hand.