Harry Potter AU:
. Sometimes, all it takes is one variable to change history.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone™ ongoing
Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets™ ❌
Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban™❌
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire...
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The door burst open as Petunia rushed in, clutching a bundled-up Dudley. The boy was wailing, his face blotchy and damp, while Petunia fussed over him, adjusting the towel she had tightly wrapped around his chubby frame.
"There, there, sweetheart," she cooed, her voice trembling with a mixture of concern and frustration. "We'll get you out of those dreadful, wet clothes in no time."
They hurried into the living room, Dudley's sobs echoing through the house. Moments later, the front door slammed shut with a resounding BANG. Vernon Dursley stormed in, his face purple with rage, dragging a bewildered Harry behind him. Without a word, Vernon shoved Harry roughly against the wall, his meaty hand tangling in the boy's hair.
James sneered "I have a few choice words right now"
"What happened, boy?!" Vernon bellowed, his spit flying as Harry winced under his grip.
"I—I don't know!" Harry stammered, his voice cracking. "One minute, the glass was there, and then it just—disappeared! It was like—like magic!"
The word seemed to ignite Vernon's fury. His eyes bulged, and with a guttural snarl, he shoved Harry toward the small cupboard under the stairs.
"There's no such thing as magic!" Vernon roared as he slammed the cupboard door shut, the sound reverberating through the house. He grabbed a black cloth and hastily covered the vent on the door, plunging the tiny space into darkness.
"Guess we don't exist, then." Sirius said, his tone laced with sarcasm, a wry edge that almost made the grim moment bearable.
An owl swoops into view, its wings beating the air with soft, rhythmic flaps. It glides effortlessly through the sky before perching on a TV aerial atop one of the houses. The dark feathers of the bird contrast sharply with the early morning light, its sharp eyes surveying the world below.
The camera slowly pans upward, shifting its focus to Dudley, who stands proudly in his freshly pressed school uniform. He strikes a dramatic pose, puffing out his chest and grinning widely, as if savoring every second of his moment in the spotlight.
