The Prank
It was a windy night at number 4 Privet drive, where Harry Potter lived with his last remaining relatives, Vernon and Petunia Dursley. Oh… and of cause their overgrown son, Dudley.
Harry, who was having dreams of his godfathers death, woke-up screaming. He stopped screaming and got up to get a drink of water (and food, if he could). He put his hand on the doorknob when it swung open and there stood his Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Cursing, Harry took a step back.
"So…" Uncle Vernon started, but…
"So… What!" Harry butted in, rudely.
"SO WHAT! BEEN WAKEN-UP IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT, EVERYNIGHT BY THE BOY SCREAMING!" Stormed Uncle Vernon. He turned to his wife and said
" This is not normal, Petunia! Not normal at all!" He whispered to his wife, but Harry heard him clearly.
"Even more strange then Dudley's nude TV shows he watches?" Harry asked them, holding back his laughter.
Uncle Vernon looked like he was going to scream, but he pulled it back as him and Aunt Petunia trotted back to their bedroom. Harry slowly crept downstairs into the Kitchen thinking
' Finally, they're following the order members advice!'
He opened the fridge, when this unfamiliar said to him
"Up for a midnight snack, are we?"
Harry looked wildly around and saw his cousin Dudley sitting in the lounge room with a bottle of beer in his hand watching…
"That's disgusting, Dudley! What show is it?" Harry asked backing away from the lounge room.
"Naked News, they strip in front of your eyes!" Dudley answered, still having his eyes glued to the TV. Dudley let out a low whistle when one took of their shirt, while tell the sports report.
"I'll going to bed, Dud, good night," Harry finally said.
" K," he answered "Just don't answer the phone on your way past!"
"What! The phone not ringing?" Harry said, turning back to his cousin.
"It will," Dudley answered, with a happy grin on his face " You better get change if you want to join in,"
Just then, the phone rung! Dudley quickly jumped of the sofa and turned the TV off.
Dudley then jumped behind the sofa when Uncle Vernon walked quickly into the lounge room. He gave Harry a nasty look and answered the phone. He started talking and he turned his back on Harry. Harry sprung around and saw Dudley's head poke out from behind the sofa. He was grinning and poked his head back around the sofa.
"Okay, thanks, bye," Uncle Vernon finished. He raced upstairs and started talking to his wife. Harry sat down on the sofa.
Ten minutes later, Harry got up, as Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were dragging suitcases down the stairs.
"I've letting Dudley stay because its 3 am, Vernon, he be fine," Aunt Petunia said.
"Okay, boy, come here," Called Uncle Vernon.
Harry did what his uncle and came over to the front door. Uncle Vernon handed Harry the telephone! Excitement had rosed in Harry.
"I want you to call your freak friends and tell them to pick you up, now!" Uncle Vernon told Harry. Harry, who was half way dialling Ron's number, stopped.
"What! Is something-wrong, boy? Wrong number? What!" Asked Uncle Vernon
Harry was going to say, " Why are you acting so nice?" rather rudely, but he changed his mind.
"Ah…Uncle Vernon…" Harry started, but Uncle Vernon butted-in.
"Don't know the number?" Uncle Vernon said rather sweetly as he skipped…! Yes! Skipped off to the kitchen! He came back with the phone book. He opened it up and said
" What's their last name? Weasel? Winter? Ah…Weasley!"
"Oh…No Uncle Vernon! It's just… it's 3am?"
Harry finally said, hiding his laughter.
"Okay then, ring them first thing in the morning, okay?" Uncle Vernon replied, seriously.
"Yes, Uncle Vernon," Harry said, politely, as Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut and started the car and drove off.
Harry ran into the lounge room, where Dudley was sitting watching Naked News, again.
"What was that all about?" Harry asked Dudley. Dudley grinned.
"You're so thick you can't figure it out!" Dudley replied eyes still glued to the TV.
Harry angry rose inside of him. He was thinking of punching Dudley, when the doorbell rang. Dudley jumped up and answered the door. In came, Harry recognised as all of Dudley friends. Each holding a carton of beer!
Harry click,
"Dudley…you didn't organise a party, did you?"