A False Preview of Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter One: The Dream
The hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive. The only person left outside was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flowerbed outside number four.
"Harry!" yelled a fat boy who was Dudley. "Its time to roll me upstairs!"
Since last summer, Dudley had gained another hundred and now his weight was so immense that Harry had to roll Dudley about the house. So Harry rose from the flowerbed and started to roll Dudley up the stairs. Harry was careful not to look up Dudley's man dress for there were no pairs of underwear that would cover his fat bottom. Harry pushed Dudley into his room and somehow got him on the bed of smooth silk sheets.
"Now don't forget to tuck me in and give me the remote," said Dudley, as his ten fat chins bobbed up and down. "Oh, and go get me some Mars bars and fizzy drinks while you're up, and don't forget the swirly straw." All summer long, Harry had to do all of his chores, roll Dudley about the house and gather things for him.
Around ten o'clock at night Dudley had fallen to sleep and Harry could start his homework for the night. Tonight, Harry decided to an essay on the phases of the moon and how they can affect the powers of certain plants. Harry worked late into the night and around three o'clock in the morning, he fell asleep with his essay completed and Quidditch Through the Ages in his hands.
Around five in the morning, Harry had a dream. He dreamed that he was going up a set of metal stairs, at the top was a round room with many doors, one of which was open and had a light emerging from it. Harry entered the room
"Hermione," Harry asked. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh Harry," said Hermione. "You're so hot, hot, hot, hot!" Soon Harry was having sex with Hermione and then he woke up.
"Why is my bed so wet?" Harry questioned. This was to be the first of his scariest dreams he would ever have, each time, waking up with a wet bed.
"Harry," shrieked Aunt Petunia. "Time to roll up Dudley-kins down stairs!"