It was a normal day at Privet Drive. Mrs. Brownstone was out in her garden pulling weeds, and Mr. Brownstone was cleaning his gutters. Most of the residences on Privet Drive this evening, were doing a bit of last minute cleaning. You could hear in the distance several lawn mowers, and bush trimmers.
The sun was setting, and shinning through Harry's window. Harry just at this moment was getting extremely excited, that he started packing all his belongings early. Well you if really want to call packing. In reality it was just kind of thrown inside, and it looked as if the insides of the trunk had been hit with a whirlwind. Some of his socks didn't even have pairs.
Just above his nightstand was his Quidditch calendar, and you could see how he was counting down the days. He only had 8 days left till his 17th birthday. This meant that his days here at the Dursley's where ending and they knew it. Nothing could dampen his spirits.
Harry could hear a huge commotion coming from outside. As he peers out his window, and sees Dudley jumping for joy as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon presented Dudley with his very own car keys. Harry slowly glances at Dudley's car with disgust. This car had to be the worse thing ever. Surely if Dudley had ever ridden a broom, he would never sit in the tormenting disgust of a car, but then again Dudley will never ride a broom thought Harry. Maybe that was a good thing. It would be like trying to get a bus to hop on a pogo stick.
That night as Harry was eating dinner, all he could hear was Dudley talking about his car.
Dudley "And then I'm going to put a T.V. right next to the microwave. Of course I can't forget the secret compartment full of goodies."
Harry snickered hearing Dudley talk about his car, like it was a kitchen.
Dudley "What are you snickering at? I don't see you with a car, or any good ideas, that's for sure." Dudley yelled toward Harry.
Harry "I'd watch what I'd say Dudley" Harry said with a look of terror in his eyes.
Dudley "Your not of age yet Harry! Besides, you only are staying here because of my Mother. If I had the choice you wouldn't be here."
Harry Harry's mouth started curling with hate, as he gasps for air and yells, "Behind you". Harry points in the direction that was directly behind Dudley. "… a ….a… Dementor!" Dudley wiped around like a blender in fear. His eyes were widen, as he stared off in the distance, looking for a glimpse of darkness. Harry however let out the loudest evil laugh possible.
Harry "And don't forget Dudley. I was the one who saved you!" Harry stated with an evilness in his voice.
Dudley quickly got up and ran out of the room. Harry could hear him screaming and by the sounds of it he was telling Uncle Vernon. Harry decided it was best to go to his room before Uncle Vernon got a whole of him.
