Harry Potter does not belong to me. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. Only Terrence(not Terrence Higgs, Terrence is me lol and italic is thought and “ is speaking and I made this on the eve of my bday :D Bold is for reactions except for the word in the first paragraph “that”.

As everyone filed into the Great Hall for the ‘emergency meeting’, they saw a face which made them want to kick something.

“Isn’t-isn’t she Umbridge?!” Neville said to the Golden Quartet. “Who else would it be? No person would wear that much pink. I wonder why she’s here, though...” replied Terrence, with clenched fists.

“Hem, hem.” Umbridge had got to her feet, intending to make a speech.

“I know you are all wondering why I am here,” she said, with that foul, simpering smile.

“I found a stack of 7 books on my table, with this note.”

She read out the note, which said: “These are 7 books about Harry Potter. I gave them to you to read Dungbridge Umbridge”

Harry looked, horror-struck at Umbridge. Terrence was glaring at Umbridge, who was smiling very widely and nastily. I will be able to prove the boy’s lies, she thought.

“Now, I will tell who will read-“

“I think I can manage that, Professor Umbridge.” Said a calm voice. Everybody looked at the door in unison and saw a sight that shocked them.

It was Albus Dumbledore.

“I-is that really you Albus?” said Professor McGonagall.

“Yes.” Said Dumbledore.

“Prove it.”

“Which was the first Horcrux destroyed?” Harry asked.

“The diary. You destroyed it in your 2nd year.” Replied Dumbledore.

“It’s him.” said Harry.

The Great Hall was now thick with whispers and murmurs.

“Silence,” said Dumbledore, unlocking the belt on the seven books.

The Great Hall was so tense the tension was almost tangible.

“And there are some visitors that might interest you.”

5 people walked into the Great Hall. One had untidy, black hair and glasses. He was James Potter. Another had red hair and green eyes. She was Lily Potter. Someone had brown hair and a couple of scars across his face. He was Remus Lupin. Another one had long, black hair, and he looked a little haughty and carelessly handsome. He was Sirius Black. Finally, a person with orange hair, identical to George Weasley. As you might have guessed, it was Fred Weasley.

“Mum? Dad? Is that really you?” Harry mumbled.

“Yes.”

“Prove it.”

“How?”

“Show me your Patronuses.”

The pair said “Expecto Patronum!” A doe and a stag burst from their wands.

“It-it is you.”

Harry went to hug his parents while the Weasleys threw themselves on Fred.

“Silence.” Said Dumbledore, picking up a book on top of the pile. “Who wants to read first?” He asked.

“I will,” said Harry. Draco rolled his eyes. Of course he would want to read, he’s Saint Potter. thought Draco.

“Chapter 1,” Harry read out, “The Boy Who Lived.”

“Mr. and Mrs. Dursley were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much.

“You’re welcome.” Chanted the Weasley twins and the Marauders, to laughs.

They were the last people you’d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn’t hold with such nonsense.

Mr Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills.

“What’s a drill?” a second-year asked. Uncle Vernon looked as though he wanted to say something very insulting, but did not dare as he was in a room full of people who could turn him into a toady bat anytime. “Continue reading,” said Dumbledore to Harry, as Hermione explained that a drill was a Muggle thing used to make holes in the ground. “Interesting,” muttered Mr. Weasley, writing this down on his notepad.

He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large moustache.

The Quartet laughed as Uncle Vernon went pink.

Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the amount of neck,

“Like a giraffe,” said Terrence, to chortles.

Which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbours. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

“Hah!” said Harry and Terrence. “Of course there was no finer boy anywhere.” They said, in voices absolutely dripping with sarcasm. Dudley went bright pink and the Dursleys glared at the two, who glared right back but even more fiercely, causing the Dursleys to shrink back a millimetre.  The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret,

“Oooo, what is it?” said Terrence in mock curiosity. Harry replied “Oh I don’t know,” sarcastically.

And their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn’t think they could bear it if someone found out about the Potters.

“Why?” enquired Lily. Harry, Terrence and the Dursleys kept quiet.

Mrs Potter was Mrs Dursley’s sister, but they hadn’t met for several years; in fact, Mrs Dursley pretended she didn’t have a sister,

Lily teared up. James, seeing her, put an arm around her and joined Harry and Terrence in glaring daggers at the Dursleys, but mostly Petunia. The Dursleys shrank back slightly.

Because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband

More people joined Harry, Terrence and James in glaring at the Dursleys, the Weasleys glaring so fiercely you would’ve thought their glare could cut through you. The Dursleys shrank even more.

Were as UnDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbours would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had 2 small sons. These boys were another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn’t want Dudley mixing with children like that.

“”With children like that?”” asked Hermione incredulously, joining the glaring.

When Mr and Mrs Dursley -

Suddenly, a snowy owl appeared, carrying a small parcel, tied tightly. “Hedwig?” said Harry, surprised. Hedwig hooted and nipped Harry’s finger, for the first time in 6 years. Harry stroked Hedwig then untied the parcel, which took quite a lot of time, and a yellow book and a note fell out of the wrapping. Harry took the note and read it. It said: “This is a book about the future. I have given it to you as a warning.” Harry threw the wrapping into the bin, placed the book on a desk and started reading again, slightly confused.

-woke up on the dull, grey Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work.

The Weasley twins and the Marauders all gasped dramatically and fell off their seats, earning laughs.

Mrs Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

The Quartet, twins and Marauders erupted with laughter.

None of them noticed a large tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr Dursley picked up his briefcase and pecked Mrs Dursley on the cheek and tried to kiss Dudley goodbye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls. ‘Little tyke,’ chortled Mr Dursley

“HE SUPPORTS THAT?!” the Quartet except Harry and Terrence said.

As he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four’s drive. It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar - a cat reading a map.

“Minnie!” chorused the Marauders.

For a second, Mr Dursley didn’t realise what he had seen - then he jerked his head to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn’t a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of?

“You weren’t thinking, you were seeing.” Said Terrence. “Yes,” said Harry. Uncle Vernon was looking very angry indeed. Had it not been that about a thousand wizards and witches were sitting where he was and could turn him into toady bats any second, he would have burst out with insults and angry words.