Moral Of The Story

I. FIRST YEAR.

10 Years Later

The crown's glow immediately dies down, and the camera pans to see Nova who is now 10 years old, still sleeping beside Harry. Then, the light turns on outside their bedroom cupboard under the stairs.

"What the flibbertigibbet?!" Fleamont exclaims getting many confused looks.

Lily and James were visibly fuming. Many scooted away from them in fear.

Petunia: Up! Get up! [She knocks on his closet door repeatedly] Now! {Smacks door of the closet and walks into the living room]

Harry and Nova wake up. Harry turns on the bedroom light and puts on his glasses with tape on the bridge, indicating that it was partly damaged. A large, tubby boy, Dudley Dursley, suddenly comes running down the stairs above the closet. He stops half-way down and goes back, jumping on the staircase.

Dudley: Wake up, cousins! We're going to the zoo!

Harry and Nova look up to the join works of the stairs with small amounts of dusts rising. Dudley laughs, comes down the stairs, and runs for the kitchen. Harry tries to come out of the closet but is pushed back into Nova by Dudley. Petunia is in the kitchen, where Dudley has gone.

Petunia: Here he comes, the birthday boy!

Vernon: Happy birthday, son.

Petunia and Dudley giggle together. Harry and Nova come into the kitchen, dressed in outgrown clothes.

"Did they ever buy you anything?" Remus asks.

"Not really." Nova answers him, lightly shaking her head.

Petunia: [to Harry, unpleasantly] Why don't you just cook the breakfast, and try not to burn anything.

Harry: Yes, Aunt Petunia.

Harry then gets to work on cooking the bacon

Petunia: I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley's special day.

Vernon: [to Nova, who is standing by the doorway, unsure of what to do] Hurry up! Bring my coffee, girl!

Nova: Yes, Uncle Vernon.

"She's not a fucking maid nor is Harry house elf." The hall scowl.

Petunia leads Dudley over to the family room, where there are a vast amount of presents. Dudley stares.

Petunia: Aren't they wonderful, darling?

Dudley: How many are there?

Vernon: 36. Counted 'em myself.

Dudley: 36?! But last year... last year I had 37!!

Vernon: Err, yes, well, some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year.

Dudley: I don't care how big they are!