A Day like Any Other - Yet Another Monologue
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling OBE, Bloomsbury, Scholastic et al. Please don't sue.
AN. I don't know why I keep doing monologues, they just happen. I really will try to do something different soon. Thanks to all those
who reviewed Snape's soliloquy. This is in the present tense because it's a a soliloquy, it's Harry's thoughts.
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31/7/89 (Harry's 9th birthday)
Another day just like any other.
I'm locked in my cupbord because Dudley shot next door's cat. I'd almost forgotten that it's my birthday today. The Dursley's completely
forgot as usual.
Aunt Petunia comes in saying, 'are you ready to apologise boy? How could you say that Dudley would shoot that cat?'
'Okay, I'll apologise,' I say in a monotone. After all, what's the point of arguing? The Dursleys would win, I have no power over myself and
no right to say what I want. Why do the Dursleys hate me so much? What did my parents say or do to them? It must have been really bad.
Perhaps I'll wait 'til they're in a really good mood and ask them.
Dudley pounds on the door now. I hear his whining voice, 'get out here loser.' I ignore him. His pounding becomes more insistant. I hear
him whining to his mother in the kitchen next door. Footsteps come as if the footsteps of death.
'Get out here you nasty freak,' shouts Aunt Petunia Listlessly, I get up and wait for her to unlock the door. 'Are you ready to apologise for
the horrible thinks you said about Ickle Duddydums?'
'S'ry,' I mutter.
'What's that?' screeches Aunt Petunia.
'S'ry,' I say a bit louder.
'Right, now go and do your chores,' says Aunt Petunia relentlessly.
I vacuum the living room, sweep and clean the kitchen and bathroom floors and work in the garden. 'Happy birthday to me,' I sing to
myself. I work well into the evening, until about 8:30 when it finally begins to get dark. Ever since school broke up about a week ago, the
Dursleys have been bullying me as usual. I wish someone would come and take me away from them.
I slope inside and eat my sad meal, a cheese sandwich and a glass of water. When I've finished, I go into the living room and sit on the sofa.
'Don't just sit there, lazy child. There's still the washing up to do,' booms Uncle Vernon mercilessly. I go back into the kitchen without
saying a word. I work my way through the huge pile of washing up and go to bed straight afterwards. I find a coathanger and a square of
chocolate on my bed with a note from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. I wolf down the chocolate and lie down. Again I think about how
terrible my birthday was.
Tomorrow will be no better, I know that, and yesterday was worse. I am the only person in the house who doesn't have their birthday
celebrated. Why do they hate me? I have no toys or games or books. All I have is Dudley's old clothes. I close my eyes after a day like any
other.
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AN. Please review, even with criticism. Thanks.
Nemo 27/6/00
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling OBE, Bloomsbury, Scholastic et al. Please don't sue.
AN. I don't know why I keep doing monologues, they just happen. I really will try to do something different soon. Thanks to all those
who reviewed Snape's soliloquy. This is in the present tense because it's a a soliloquy, it's Harry's thoughts.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
31/7/89 (Harry's 9th birthday)
Another day just like any other.
I'm locked in my cupbord because Dudley shot next door's cat. I'd almost forgotten that it's my birthday today. The Dursley's completely
forgot as usual.
Aunt Petunia comes in saying, 'are you ready to apologise boy? How could you say that Dudley would shoot that cat?'
'Okay, I'll apologise,' I say in a monotone. After all, what's the point of arguing? The Dursleys would win, I have no power over myself and
no right to say what I want. Why do the Dursleys hate me so much? What did my parents say or do to them? It must have been really bad.
Perhaps I'll wait 'til they're in a really good mood and ask them.
Dudley pounds on the door now. I hear his whining voice, 'get out here loser.' I ignore him. His pounding becomes more insistant. I hear
him whining to his mother in the kitchen next door. Footsteps come as if the footsteps of death.
'Get out here you nasty freak,' shouts Aunt Petunia Listlessly, I get up and wait for her to unlock the door. 'Are you ready to apologise for
the horrible thinks you said about Ickle Duddydums?'
'S'ry,' I mutter.
'What's that?' screeches Aunt Petunia.
'S'ry,' I say a bit louder.
'Right, now go and do your chores,' says Aunt Petunia relentlessly.
I vacuum the living room, sweep and clean the kitchen and bathroom floors and work in the garden. 'Happy birthday to me,' I sing to
myself. I work well into the evening, until about 8:30 when it finally begins to get dark. Ever since school broke up about a week ago, the
Dursleys have been bullying me as usual. I wish someone would come and take me away from them.
I slope inside and eat my sad meal, a cheese sandwich and a glass of water. When I've finished, I go into the living room and sit on the sofa.
'Don't just sit there, lazy child. There's still the washing up to do,' booms Uncle Vernon mercilessly. I go back into the kitchen without
saying a word. I work my way through the huge pile of washing up and go to bed straight afterwards. I find a coathanger and a square of
chocolate on my bed with a note from Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. I wolf down the chocolate and lie down. Again I think about how
terrible my birthday was.
Tomorrow will be no better, I know that, and yesterday was worse. I am the only person in the house who doesn't have their birthday
celebrated. Why do they hate me? I have no toys or games or books. All I have is Dudley's old clothes. I close my eyes after a day like any
other.
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AN. Please review, even with criticism. Thanks.
Nemo 27/6/00