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"Boy! Have you asked that freak of a headmaster when we get to go home?" Vernon roared. He didn't seem to remember that there were two fully trained wizards in the room.

"Professor Dumbledore?" Harry said, his voice ringing clearly in the silence. "I would suggest that you don't call him a freak - have you forgotten that I can use magic now? Oh, and by the way, did I mention that professor Dumbledore is probably the most powerful wizard in the world?" Harry asked, gazing placidly at his Uncle.

"Most…powerful?"

"Oh yeah - remember Voldemort? Kinda evil guy, seems to want me dead, killed mum and dad? Yeah, know who I mean? Well professor Dumbledore is the only person he's afraid of. Maybe you should be too." Dudley looked vaguely green at this - he had heard Harry speak of Voldemort, and even an intellectually challenged Muggle like him had gathered that Voldemort was someone to fear.

"Dudley, close your mouth." Harry said in disgust. He glanced up at Snape and McGonagall to see Snape looking torn between disgust and savage amusement. "Oh, and you might want to meet two of my Professors - Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, and Professor McGonagall, who teaches Transfiguration. You'd enjoy that class Dudley - it's where you change things into other things - like, boys into pigs, for instance. Of course, when it goes wrong, you can get some pretty nasty results - like partial transformation." Harry grinned as Dudley glowed crimson, cracking his knuckles ominously. Vernon swelled with rage.

"How DARE you! I'll have you for this you…you…ingrate!"

"Oh, I'm an ingrate now? Hmm. Well, at least I'm an ingrate that can use magic - you know, I've had six years training? Hagrid only had three."

"Hagrid?"

"Remember the rather large man who gave me my letter? I was thinking about visiting him later - fancy coming along, Dudley?"

"Potter!" Vernon yelled. Harry was having fun now, and was getting his own back for all the times he had wanted to yell back at his Uncle. They were in his world now, and they wouldn't make him feel like an outcast here. His green eyes narrowed dangerously, daring his Uncle to say something that would merit a hex, but his Uncle quailed under his glare, and moments later, he left the table. Dudley shoved as much food in his mouth as he could before waddling after his father.

Severus had never liked the Potter boy - no, he had loathed him with a passion for most of the six years he had attended Hogwarts, but at that moment, he felt like awarding Gryffindor a hundred points just for getting rid of those…..disgusting creatures. He shot a sideways glance at Minerva and saw that she was looking both shocked and proud. Severus had thought that at home, Potter would be treated like the over inflated celebrity that he seemed to be in the wizarding world. He had not expected him to live with such awful bigoted Muggles. Had he not hated the boy, he might have felt slightly sorry for him.

Birthday Surprises, Chapter 7