Harry
Potter
and when he wore red shorts
Harry yawned as the famillier sceam erupted from the next room.
"OH DUDDLUMS!"
The voice belong to Amanda, Dudley'd big mistake of a girlfriend. She spends the night in his room, wakes up at 8 o'clock sharp, and yells-
"DUDLEYPOO! GET UP! COME ON, GET UP!"
As Dudley grunts in his semi-sleep, Harry rolled out of bed. He walked up to Hedwig's cage and opened the little door.
"It's Saturday. You can come out," Harry said quietly, prodding her awake. "Come on, up."
Hedwig ruffled her feathers and gave him an aggitated stare.
"Oh, at least I don't-"
"DUDDERS! COME ON BIG BOY, UP YOU GO!"
"-do that." Harry finish with a smile. Hedwig glared at him as he threw open the window in happy sprits.
"Today looks like a nice one," Harry said as the sun rose over Privit Drive. "Maybe I'll see Ron or Hermione." In their lastest letters, the two wrote non-stop about being in his area and seeing him soon.
A long bang from the room over indicated that Dudley was up. Harry streched and walked over to his waredrobe. Picking out a plain white tee shirt and a pair of red shorts, Harry smiled, not knowing what the day had in store for him. As he pulled on the shorts (scarlet red, with yellow stripes on the sides), the first of the day's suprizes occudered. Harry couldn't stop thinking about pancakes and mushrooms. And, for the stangest reason, the letter H, the numbers 4, 6, and 652.3, and a toaster.
Hmm. How very strange.