I own nothing. It's short but funny.
Harry talked to Dudly one day about the Porkey, Cedric had shown him how to make one, so he transformed his old boot into one.
"Where did you come from?" Dudly turned around.
"Porkey." Harry Pointed at the boot.
"It's a boot." dudly stated.
"Pork-ey!" Harry put it sylabol by sylabol.
"I don't care where you are from, THAT'S A BOOT!"
"It's a porkey, that's how I got here."
"You need 2 to walk Harry!"
"It's not just a boot."
"It's a boot." Dudly pated him on the head.
"It's a PORKEY!!!"
"IT'S A BOOT!"
"Porkey."
"Boot."
"No, Porkey."
"Boot."
"It's a bloody porkey!!!"
"It's a smelly boot!"
"Fine it's a boot" Harry said.
"Ha, it's a porkey!" Dudly laughed.
"Told ya." Harry smiled, victory was his.
"You tricked me."
"You fell for it!" Harry laughed.
"That's not fair, you know I don't know what a flippin porkey is." Dudly punched Harry.
"Petrificus Totalus." Harry waved his wand. Dudly couldn't move.
"What the hell?"
"That was a spell, this is a porkey." Harry grabbed the boot and disapeared.