Duddy-Kinz the Great Wizard
Chapter One: Private School
Alas, another year at Hogwarts had ended, and another grueling summer at the Dursley's had begun! Oh, why oh why did he have to stay at the Dursley's house. Why couldn't he stay at Ron's? Harry Potter miserably sat in his bedroom, counting the days till Hogwarts would begin. Only ninety more days to go!
"DINNER TIME!" Uncle Vernon roared. Harry rushed down stairs, but stopped at what he saw.
"Iggly, piggly, poo, make this little fly shoo. Now sit on your head, and go to bed. Iggly, piggly, poo." Dudley was waving around his Smelting's Staff, the disgusting, ruthless private school he was attending, and suddenly all the flies around the salad disappeared. Dudley looked up and saw Harry. His mouth was opened wide, gaping like the little pig he was, and dropped his staff.
"MUMMY!" He roared at the top of his lungs.
"What is it dear? I don't have too much time to…Oh my!' Aunt Petunia dropped her vase of roses when she saw Harry and the staff on the floor.
"Can everyone stop screaming in this ruddy house?" Uncle Vernon entered the kitchen upset as usual for seeing Harry. But when he saw the scene around him, he let out a squeal of fright.
"Well, the boy does have a right to know…" Aunt Petunia started in a rather high pitched voice.
"But he'll make fun of him!" Uncle Vernon stated.
"CAN SOMEONE PLEASE TELL ME WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON!" Harry yelled, interrupting everyone's train of thought.
"Does he have to know?" Dudley wailed impatiently.
"It's too late to turn now…." Aunt Petunia started. "Well, Harry. Your cousin is a…a…a…SQUIB!" And so the story began.