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"Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, Harry is constantly being bullied by Dudley," Harry's and Dudley's home room teacher, Miss. Livingston told them," I really think that if anyone can control Dudley's actions it should be you."
The five people were sitting in the boys' teacher's office. Miss. Livingston was sitting behind her desk and in front of her were four people, two adults and two ten-year olds.
Harry was sitting in the chair farthest away from Dudley, next to him was his aunt, Petunia, then his uncle, Vernon, and finally on Vernon's other side was Dudley. They were in a meeting considering that fact that no matter what, Dudley and his gang just wouldn't stop using Harry as a punching bag.
"Miss. Livingston, I'm sure my Diddykinns didn't mean it," Aunt Petunia said.
Harry snorted, he knew too well that Dudley's favorite punching bag happened to have untidy jet black hair, almond-shaped emerald-green eyes, a lightning scar that they got in the car accident that took the lives of their two parents, and was rather small and thin for their age, in other words, him. Dudley and his gang of idiots meant it when Dudley punched him countless times while the others made sure he couldn't escape.
Just thinking about it made Harry angry. He was angry that his cousin would treat the way he did. It angered him that his aunt and uncle did nothing about it, they were too stubborn about Dudley being their little angel, who could do no wrong, Whereas Harry was the mistake, not fit for living, always the one to blame when strange things happen, then be punished for them.
Then something happened, Dudley screamed," MOM! LOOK!" he showed her where his hands should have been, only they weren't there," I could feel them but I can't see them!"
"Boy what did you do to my son!" Vernon yelled at Harry.
"It wasn't me I swear, how could I even do that?" Harry responded.
"Ummm..." Miss. Livingston stood there forgotten.
"We're going home now, and Harry you will be locked in the cupboard for the rest of the week."
And so they left, Miss. Livingston couldn't help but snicker, "Ahhhh, young wizards and their accidental magic, I remember my brother, one time he turned an orange into a chocolate muffin, I should probably tell the Ministry."
The next day...
Harry woke up in the cupboard he's forced to call his bedroom, it felt more like a prison. he was surprised to find the door open, he expected it to be locked after what happened yesterday.
He walked out of the cupboard, headed to the kitchen, and was surprised to find Dudley eating a bowl of cereal, Harry was sure that Dudley lost his hands yesterday, was it all just a dream? Yes it was a dream, if it did happen then Uncle Vernon would have screamed at him by now.
Little did Harry know that Miss. Livingston was one of the many squibs who look after him every day and that the Ministry had modified the memories of his relatives and resolved Dudley's invisible hands.
Hope you guys enjoy this little one shot.