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A/N: Something short I wrote for Literature class.
Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone Additional Chapter
Harry waved to his two best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger as he was led away from the Platforms at King's Cross Station. The Dursleys hadn't said much to him yet, and he was hoping it would stay that way. He didn't feel much like dealing with Uncle Vernon's yells about him being "abnormal."
"Hurry up, boy!" Uncle Vernon hissed at him forcefully, glancing around to make sure no one saw him talking to the young boy. Harry jumped, having been lost in thought just a moment before. He didn't realize that he had been lagging behind so much.
Harry quickened his step, trying to keep his usual distance between him and the Dursleys. They didn't want people thinking that they would hang around someone as strange as Harry Potter. Especially when said boy had a large, snowy owl in a cage with him. People would start to ask questions that they couldn't--and wouldn't--answer.
Harry followed his so-called "family" to their Muggle car, and climbed into the back seat. He glanced over at Dudley, who was cowering in the opposite side of the seat, with his back to the door. His legs were pulled up to his chest, or at least as far as they would go, considering his large supply of "baby fat" as Aunt Petunia called it.
"M--Mu--Mummy!" Dudley said, his voice trembling. Uncle Vernon slammed down hard on the brakes.
"What is it my little popkin?" Aunt Petunia said shrilly from the front seat. She had her rather bony neck bent around the seat of the car, and Harry wondered whether or not this was natural for someone like her. "Is something wrong?"
"I--" Dudley gulped audibly, his eyes welling with tears that--for once--were real. "Mummy I don't want to sit next to him!"
"Oh, what is it Duddykins?" Harry said with a strike of bravery that he never would have had before Hogwarts. "Scared to sit next little old Harry?"
Uncle Vernon pulled the car once again to a screeching halt, which made Aunt Petunia nearly fly through the windshield. However, Harry didn't stop here.
"Are you worried that he's going to set a little spell on you?" Uncle Vernon roared his dislike of this last comment, while Aunt Petunia looked hastily around them, making sure no one heard what he had said through the un-opened windows. Dudley's eyes were wide and terrified, but Harry took none of this into account. "Afraid that you might get a nice little pair of ears and a snout to go with that tail of yours?"
"Now that's enough, boy!" Uncle Vernon screamed at him, but if anything, this encouraged Harry to continue.
"Oh, yes," he said at the look on Dudley's face. "I know that the people at the hospital couldn't remove it."
At this point, Uncle Vernon completely abandoned the steering wheel, and took a vicious lunge at Harry, who ducked down and pulled his wand out of its holster in his trunk and pointed it at his uncle. Harry's aunt began to weep into her bag from the front seat.
"Put that bloody thing away!" Uncle Vernon said, his large mustache trembling fiercely. "You don't know what you're doing."
"Oh don't I?" Harry asked, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He twisted the wand in the air, and Uncle Vernon looked unconvinced for a moment. He sat their for a moment, cross-eyed, trying to keep the wand in view. The sound of cars honking outside snapped him back into life.
"Right then," he said in a forcefully cheerful way. "We'd best be off."
Harry could tell that he was terrified, and he felt rather accomplished. The moment he got home, however, he knew that feeling would get thrown out the window as he would be forced into his little bedroom, never to be heard of--until one fateful night, where he would be visited by a car full of redheads.