When Voldemort Stole Pink Rabbit

Chapter Four: The Littlest Philosopher

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Harry Potter had lived with Aunt, Uncle, and Cousin for three years. But he didn't know that.

He didn't go to school with Miss Webber anymore. Now his teacher was Miss Allison. She was pretty. Harry wanted to marry her.

Except she was married to somebody else. He came to school every Friday and sang songs with a funny guitar.

Miss Allison didn't like him to talk. She always sayd, "In a minute" when Harry wanted to tell her about Billy and Betty.

Cousin had friends at school. He had a lot of friends. Piers and Dennis. They didn't like Harry.

Kate, Janie, Julie, Susan, Peter, Kyle, and Skyler didn't like him too, and that was everybody. They put their hands on their noses and screamed "Harry Stinkypoo!" when he sat with them. Harry felt very sad when they did that. So he didn't go to play with them. He liked playing with the trucks by himself.

Cousin had a lot of trucks in his bedroom. He didn't like them. He liked watching the telly.

So Harry had a good idea. He could play with Cousin's trucks!

Aunt didn't like that idea. She said it was a very very very very bad idea. Aunt put Harry in The Dark.

Harry played with Billy and Betty, but he didn't really want to. He wanted to play with trucks, not socks!

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It snowed!

It was very cold outside!

It was winter!

Cousin played outside in the snow. Harry wanted to, but he didn't want to be very cold like the last time it snowed. So he thought maybe he shouldn't ask Aunt again.

One day, Aunt took Cousin and Harry to a toy store. All over there was pictures of a big fat man with a white beard and a red dress. Harry knew that man. Miss Allison showded them pictures of him in school. He meant "Christmas"!

Aunt let Cousin go over to all the toys he wanted, and she bought them for him.

Aunt was Happy today. She buyed all the toys in the store! Harry felt like smiling. But he didn't.

So Harry thought it was a good idea to ask Aunt to buy a truck for him. He found a very good one. It was big and yellow and had a dumper at the front. On the side of the box was a word that started with "T".

Harry know his letters very good.

T, he thought. Tuh tuh tuh. T. Tuh. Toy!

But the word couldn't be 'toy', Harry decided. There was too many letters for the word to be 'toy'. He thought there was an "N" and a "K" too.

It didn't care what the word was. Harry knew it was a truck. It was yellow and shiny and beautiful and he wanted it.

Harry picked the box up careful and carried it to Aunt. She was looking at a big, red ball. Harry squished his nose. He didn't like these balls. Cousin liked to throw them at him, and it hurt when they knocked you down. But he didn't cry when Cousin did that. Crying was for babies.

Aunt didn't look at him, even when Harry pulled on her shirt. Harry frowned. Aunt didn't like when he talked, but maybe it would be all right now? If she was Happy?

"Aunt?" he asked in a quiet voice. "Can we buy dis?"

Aunt looked at the truck. She didn't say anything. Then her eyebrows got angry.

"What do you think you are, a spoiled prince?" she sayd.

Harry was scared.

"I will not buy you anything, not for this Christmas or any other!" she sayd. "Where did it come from?"

Harry had a funny feeling in his tummy. It wasn't a happy funny, though. Happy-funny meant laughing, and he wasn't allowed to laugh.

"Where did it come from?"

He pointed at the shelf behind him.

Aunt stood over Harry, put her hands over his wrists - very tightly - and made him put the truck back.

Harry tried to get away, but Aunt wouldn't let go of his wrists.

"Where's Dudley?" she asked in a very Angry voice.

Harry shrugged his shoulders. Aunt sighed, let go of one of Harry's wrists but held onto the other one. She went down the aisle, pulling Harry with her. Harry twisted his wrist around trying to get it out of Aunt's hand - her hand hurt. She squeezed her hand very very tight, until Harry couldn't turn his hand anymore.

They found Dudley, waited on a line, and then left the store. Aunt didn't let go of Harry's wrist until they were at the car. And then she put the buckle on him tight, so it was like her hand.

Everything outside looked white. The sky was white, even though Miss Allison always sayd it's blue. Harry thought it looked sad. It needed something ... yellow ...

Like a truck.

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It was Christmas. Harry knew it was the second he woke up in The Dark. He smelled yummy food in the kitchen. But he didn't want to get up. He didn't want to see all the presents Cousin was getting. His tummy hurt.

Uncle woke Harry up that morning instead of Aunt because Aunt was the one cooking. Harry didn't like when Uncle woke him up. Uncle was scary, especially in the morning when his voice was too loud and his face was scratchy.

Uncle gave Harry a shirt, socks, and pants. Harry got dressed and went to the potty. Then Aunt yelled real loud that he should come to the kitchen and eat breakfast, so Harry did. But his tummy still hurt.

After Harry finished his yucky cereal, he thought about telling Aunt or Uncle that his tummy hurt. But that wasn't a good idea. If he sayd something about his tummy, they would put him in The Dark.

Cousin ran to the living room. Aunt and Uncle went. Harry jumped off his chair and ran too.

All of Cousin's toys were wrapped with pretty paper. Cousin took the paper off the toys, made it into balls, and threw them at Harry. They didn't hurt.

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Harry had a lot of questions. But he didn't think he should ask them to Miss Allison. Like: "Why does Cousin have so many toys?" And: "Why not me?" And: "Why doesn't Aunt and Uncle like me?" And: "How do fish breath in water?"

They were very important questions.

When he thought about those questions, he thought of more questions. That made his head hurt.

It was hard work being four.