Change the Future

DH 1

"As I've already said, the next year of memories are worse than any we've seen so far so please older students look out for younger ones and make sure you look out for you friends as well" Hermione says as she puts the last disc in.

The sound of the front door slamming echoed up the stair and a voice yelled,

“Oi, You!” Sixteen years of being addressed thus left Harry in no doubt whom his uncle was calling; nevertheless, he did not immediately respond. He was still gazing at the mirror fragment in which, for a split second, he had thought he say Dumbledore’s eye. It was not until his uncle bellowed, “BOY!” that Harry got slowly to his feet and headed for the bedroom door, pausing to add the piece of broken mirror to the rucksack filled with things he would be taking with him. “You took your time!” roared Vernon Dursley when Harry appeared at the top of the stairs. “Get down here, I want a word!” Harry strolled downstairs, his hands deep in his jeans pockets. When he reached the living room he found all three Dursleys.

“Yes?” asked Harry.

“Sit down!” Harry raised his eyebrows.
“Please!” added Uncle Vernon, wincing slightly as though the word was sharp in his throat.

"Did he really say please to you" Rory asks looking slightly shocked.

Harry sat. Vernon began to pace up and down, Aunt Petunia and Dudley following
his movements with anxious expressions. Finally, his large purple face crumpled with concentration, Uncle Vernon stopped in front of Harry and spoke.

“I’ve changed my mind,” he said.

"What's he changed his mind about?" Lily asks looking at the screen in confusion.

“What a surprise,” Harry said.

“Don’t you talk in that tone” began Aunt Petunia in a shrill voice, but Vern Dursley waved her down.

“It’s all a lot of claptrap,” Vernon said, glaring at Harry. “I’ve decided I don’t believe a word of it. We’re staying put, we’re not going anywhere.” Harry looked up at him. Vernon Dursley had been changing his mind every twenty-four hours for the past four weeks, packing and unpacking
ad repacking the car with every change of heart. Harry’s favorite moment had been the one when Vernon, unaware that Dudley had added his dumbbells to his case since the last time it had been unpacked, had attempted to hoist it back into the boot and collapsed with roars of pain and much swearing. “According to you,” Vernon said now, resuming his pacing up and down the living room, “we, Petunia, Dudley, and
I are in danger. From from”

“Some of ‘my lot,’ right,” Harry said.

“Well, I don’t believe it,” repeated Vernon, coming to a halt in front of Harry again. “I was awake half the night thinking it’s over, and I believe it’s a plot to get the house.”

“The house?” repeated Harry. “What house?”

“This house!” shrieked Uncle Vernon, the vein in his forehead starting to pulse. “Our house! House prices are skyrocketing
around here! You want us out of the way and then you’re going to do a bit of hocus pocus and before we know it the deeds will be in your name and”

“Are you out of your mind?” demanded Harry. “A plot to get this house? Are you actually as stupid as you look?”

"Yes, yes he is" Rory said smiling at Harry who smirked back.