[Revised: Sunday, July 14, 2024]

It was sunny at the Dursleys' residence, 4 Privet Drive, Little Whinging. Basil Alder Potter, with his striking red hair and piercing green eyes, lay peacefully asleep in a small, cluttered bedroom shared by two ten-year-old boys. His younger twin, Harry James Potter, snored softly beside him with jet-black hair and the same mesmerizing green eyes.

The door creaked open, and their maternal aunt, Petunia Dursley, stepped in. Her blue eyes softened as she looked at her sleeping nephews.

"Basil, Harry, time to wake up," Petunia called gently, walking to the window and pulling back the curtains. Sunlight flooded the room, causing Basil to stir.

"What time is it?" Basil mumbled, squinting at the bright light.

"It's seven in the morning," Petunia replied, turning to see Basil's sleepy gaze. She couldn't help but smile, reminded of her father, Basil Evans, every time she looked at him. Basil's resemblance to his grandfather was uncanny, and she often felt a pang of nostalgia.

She remembered the first time she held her nephew, Basil, on November 1, 1981. He looked up at her with those green eyes, full of life and curiosity. It was then she decided to raise her nephews despite the magical world they belonged to. Her father, Basil Evans, would have wanted her to keep the family together.

"Today is your cousin's eleventh birthday. We're going to the zoo," Petunia announced.

Basil's eyes lit up. "Okay!" he responded enthusiastically.

"Wake your brother up," Petunia asked as she left the room.

Basil threw a pillow across the room, hitting Harry, who woke with a start.

"I'm awake," Harry muttered, rubbing his eyes.

"Aunt Petunia said to wake up," Basil informed him, chuckling.

Harry yawned. "Did you have to throw a pillow at me?"

"It was the quickest way," Basil said, stretching. "I'm hitting the showers."

He greeted his uncle Vernon downstairs, who was sipping his morning coffee. "Morning, Uncle Vernon."

"Morning, Basil," Vernon replied, ruffling Basil's hair. "Did you sleep well? You and Dudley trained hard last night in the wrestling ring."

"Training was tough but fun," Basil laughed, rubbing his sore shoulders. "But I love wrestling, and it's a great way to bond with Dudley."

"Just promise to take care of yourself. Your aunt worries," Vernon said with a concerned look.

"I will, Uncle Vernon," Basil reassured him before heading back upstairs to the bathroom.

Ten minutes later, Basil returned to his bedroom, freshly showered. He smiled at Harry, who was reading a book.

"Shower's all yours," Basil said.

"Thanks. I made your bed," Harry replied, looking up with a smile.

"You're the best," Basil ruffled Harry's hair affectionately. As Harry left the room, Basil dressed and checked himself in the mirror, satisfied with his appearance.

Downstairs, he found Dudley eating breakfast, Vernon with his newspaper, and Petunia preparing more food.

"Happy birthday, Dudley," Basil teased, ruffling his cousin's hair.

"Thanks, Basil," Dudley said, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.

Petunia set a plate in front of Basil. "Where's your brother?"

"Harry's getting ready," Basil replied, digging in.

Dudley mentioned, "Piers Polkiss is coming over."

"Polkiss? He bullies Harry," Basil said firmly. "But it's your birthday, so invite who you want. Just know I won't tolerate him messing with Harry."

Dudley nodded, understanding. "I'll keep an eye on him."

Harry joined them soon after, and they all enjoyed breakfast together. The bond between them was evident, and even Vernon, initially wary of Basil and Harry because of their magic, had grown to see them as his own.