Harry Potter: Final Copy

Harry Potter

This story is about those missing years we didn’t get told about. The years between Harry being dropped off at the Dursely’s and before he gets his acceptance letter to Hogwarts.
Harry’s cousin Dudley had a sister, who died shortly after birth. Her name was April. She was born when Harry was 5 years old.



Screaming came from the room next door and from the little boy next to Harry. His cousin Dudley was crying for some attention as he wasn’t getting any because his mother was having a baby. Harry was excited; he was sick of Dudley and would love company from someone who didn’t hate him. He never understood why they hated him so much, his aunty, uncle and cousin, they just did. Vernon, Harry’s uncle, came running from the room with the screaming, crying. This frightened Harry because they didn’t look like happy tears.

“What’s wrong Uncle Vernon?” questioned Harry.

“She…she…she’s…” Vernon couldn’t bring himself to finish.

“Daddy, daddy he hit me” yelled Dudley who was pointing his rather large finger at Harry.

“Did not” Harry retorted.

The screaming continued from the room that Vernon had just exited. Harry decided he should check on things, make sure everything was OK. Harry was very smart and wise for his age, he could do the times tables up to six and he was very good at sensing when things weren’t quite right. Harry peered round the corner of the open door, and all he seemed to see was white coats and worried expressions. He could not see his Aunt Petunia and this worried Harry even further. Then he saw it. The tiny, still, lifeless body. Harry was confused.

Aren’t babies meant to be crying after they are born? Thought Harry. That’s what happened on the TV. Harry slowly walked into the room to investigate. He found his Aunty who was now only silently sobbing, tears rolling down her face.

“Wha…what’s happened?” he asked

“Go away! It’s all your fault! Get out!” She yelled back at him.

“But, I…I didn’t do anything”

Harry left, but was extremely confused as to why this was his fault. Maybe she was just venting? Taking it out on the nearest person? But Harry felt that he didn’t deserve this. Harry mindlessly wandered up the corridor, down the stairs and out the door. Still contemplating how this was his fault. He wound up at a strange park, and was now filled with so much anger, you’d be shocked it came from such a young boy. He started shouting, which gained him some strange looks.

“It’s not my fault; I never did anything to deserve how they treat me!”
“If anything they should me nicer to me, I’m the one who lost my parents, my family” Harry said a little calmer.

After about an hour of silence around him, but in his head it was as loud as the school playground at playtime, Harry had fallen asleep. When he woke up he found himself in his bedroom, the closet under the stairs. He had no recollection of how he ended up there. He knew for sure that his aunt and uncle would not have gone looking for him. They would have preferred he didn’t go home. But how did he end up there?

Harry left his room to figure out what time of day it was and to check if anyone else was in. He checked the kitchen first as this was generally where you find Vernon or Dudley, but no one was there. He then checked the lounge, the next best place to find them, but not a soul was there either. Harry then did the rounds upstairs and again no one to be found.

“Huh” Harry didn’t know what to do next.

He ended up making himself a snack and sitting down at the table to eat. He wasn’t sure what exactly happened last night. All he could remember was falling asleep against a tree. Harry wasn’t sure why he was at the park, or where his aunt and uncle were or where they could’ve been. He was so confused and anxious to know what had happened.
He decided to go next to see his neighbor, Arabella Figg who occasionally babysat Harry, When the Dursley’s didn’t want him to be seen. He knocked on her door.

“Hi Mrs Figg. Do you know where my aunt and uncle are?”

“Oh, Hello Harry. Well…I’m…actually…well…”Said Arabella, struggling with what to say. “Ah, Go home Harry. Stop bothering me! I’m sure they’ll be home soon.” She said rather angrily this time.

This took Harry aback. So he turned around and stumbled home. Where the Dursley’s didn’t arrive home to for a week. Neither the Dursley’s nor Harry ever found out what had happened. Petunia never remembered being pregnant or having a baby. It’s almost like it didn’t happen. Those nine months had been erased from their minds. Except the dream Harry had a couple years later, that almost felt too real.