A Magical Summer

Privet Drive

Harry's POV

Shortly after getting back from Kings Cross Station, I realized that something was up. Sure the Dursleys were never normal, I had that much figured out. After all most normal families don't make their kid sleep in the cupboard under the stairs for ten years. Or starve them either. The Dursleys were odd, sure, but even I noticed that they were acting stranger than normal.

I got yelled at for waking them up with my nightmares (though it would've been worse without the threat of Sirius hanging over their head). But,  on the other hand when Petunia came home from going clothes shopping she handed me a bag.

"This is for you," she hissed while handing me the bag, "Don't make me regret it."

"Thank you, Aunt Petunia."

After walking up to the smallest bedroom, my summer room, I opened the bag. I was shocked. It was filled with new clothes. Sure none of them were really my size- thanks to Dudley's size, Aunt Petunia's view of teenage boys were warped, but they were closer to my size than anything else I ever owned (from the Dursleys that is).

Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were always whispering about something. Maybe it was someone? I kept hearing the words "cousin," "Sally," "America," and "visiting". I was determined to find out what was going on, and I didn't have to wait long to find out.

"Boy! Dudley get down here, now!" Uncle Vernon shouted.

I wasted no time running downstairs. As Dudley waddled out of his room, I avoided a few punches and continued sprinting downstairs before slowing to a stop. I couldn't arrive after Dudley or be seen running in the house. I was lucky that Dudley wasn't very fast.

"Your mom's cousin is coming over from America," he grumbled mostly to Dudley, "Today. With her husband and son. In two hours. Go make yourselves presentable. "

"Dad," Dudley whined "What are their names?" I nodded, that was a good question, especially for 'little' Diddy.

"Sally Jackson-Blofis, her husband: Paul Blofis and their son: Perseus Jackson," Aunt Petunia chimed. I wondered if my aunt realized that by going by their last names Percy wasn't Paul's biological son. I held back a laugh. I wouldn't be the only one who wasn't 'normal' by Aunt Petunia's guidelines.

   After sending Dudley upstairs to go get into a dress shirt and pants Uncle Vernon pulled me aside. Roughly. By the shoulder. I rubbed my now sore shoulder. That would leave a mark.

"Now you listen here, Boy!" Uncle Vernon bellowed,"There is going to be no funny business, you hear me?"

"Yes, Uncle Vernon, sir." I responded in the most polite manner possible. There was no reason to start an argument. Yet.

"Go put on something presentable" he ordered.

   As I walked up to my room, still rubbing my sore shoulder, I wondered what my relatives would be like. I pondered whether my new aunt and uncle would be more like Vernon and Petunia, or like the stories I heard about my parents. Would Perseus be like Dudley or like be like the kids in Ron's family?

   I thought about this for a while before finally slipping into a green dress shirt,  some tan dress pants, a belt (to hold up the still-too-big-pants), and some converse (I didn't want to be too over dressed). I was just finishing tying my laces as the door bell rang.