The shrinking presents
Dudley Dursley was looking at his birthday presents in confusion. "How many are there?" he asked his father Vernon Dursley, a large beefy man with hardly any neck, who grinned at his son as he replied with
"Thirty-six, counted them myself." After hearing those words Dudley got upset
"THIRTY-SIX! BUT LAST YEAR-LAST YEAR I HAD THIRTY-SEVEN!" he yelled
"Y-yes well some of them are quite a bit bigger than last year." Vernon said trying to calm his angry son
"I DON'T CARE HOW BIG THEY ARE!" as soon as the words left his mouth all his presents which had littered the living and dining room just moments before shrank so small that all of them could fit in Dudley's pocket. Vernon angrily turned to the smallest occupant in the room. Harry Potter, a small skinny boy with black hair and green eyes.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO MY SONS PRESENTS YOU LITTLE FREAK!" he yelled turning an interesting shade of purple that probably shouldn't be possible for a human to turn.
"I-I didn't do it Uncle Vernon I swear!" he immediately said cowering in fear. Before Vernon could do anything however an envelope hit him in the back of the head. Petunia Dursley bent down and picked it up seeing that the address said, 'To Mr. Dudley Dursley, No. 4 Privet Drive, Surrey England' Petunia handed the letter over to Vernon who upon seeing the address Vernon turned and started hitting Harry.
"YOU TURNED MY SON INTO A FREAK!" Vernon dragged Harry to the cupboard under the stairs and threw him roughly inside. "YOU WILL NOT COME OUT OF THIS CUPBOARD FROM NOW UNTIL CHRISTMAS, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?" Harry stuttered a quick yes and as the door slammed shut Harry curled into a ball. What he didn't know until later when the cops found him in his cupboard was that all the shouting had been heard by the neighbors who called and filed a noise complaint.
And so Petunia and Vernon went to jail and Dudley and Harry became friends and were sent to a nice magical family named the Bones' and grew up to live happy magical lives. The end.