Shasa Perino
Disclaimer: All characters, places, and things you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling and various others. This disclaimer applies to all chapters from here on out.
Harry Potter was becoming used to this conversation. It happened whenever Uncle Vernon had company or a business dinner. If he was asked something, all he had to do was reply, "I'll be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending I'm not there." This was the case this morning, and he said what he was taught. Apparently, this was a wrong answer.
"Not this time, boy. You're going to accompany us at dinner."
Harry stared open mouthed at his uncle. "Why?"
This time it was his Aunt Petunia who spoke. She became slightly red in the face. "Don't you ask questions to us, dear."
Uncle Vernon continued. "My client is thinking about letting his son attend St. Brutus's Academy for Incurably Criminal Boys. I want you to put in a good word."
"Fine." Harry's voice was dull and almost sarcastic, but luckily his relative's didn't notice.
"You will dress in your best clothes. I will inspect your wardrobe at six thirty. My client and his family are arriving at seven. Goodbye."
Harry took this as his moment to leave, and he was happy for it. He hated when he had to pretend to go to that school.
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No matter how much Harry willed six thirty not to come, it did. He walked slowly down the stairs, trying to put off the inspection as much as possible. As soon as Uncle Vernon heard the bottom stair squeak, he was on top of Harry.
"So, boy. You've decided to dress appropriately." He sized Harry up. "Where did you get those clothes? They aren't Dudley's."
Harry was worried about this. He had on a pair of jeans that Hermione had sent him. He told her that he needed Muggle clothes, and he got them. His top was a different matter. It was red and gold striped. On the left pocket, a tiny lion was stitched. It was his Gryffindor school uniform.
"Er… I got them from a friend at my school."
Uncle Vernon looked like he was ready to pounce, but at that moment, the doorbell rang. Dudley and Aunt Petunia hurried to greet their guests. "Tidy your hair," was all the man was able to say.
The doorbell rang again. Uncle Vernon stepped forward and answered it. There stood three people: a man that was about a foot taller and wider than Vernon, a woman that was slightly smaller than her husband, and a boy that looked strangely familiar to Harry. This boy looked strangely like Dudley.
"Hello, Mr., Mrs. Crabbe. Hello, Vincent." This was Aunt Petunia.
Harry suddenly knew who the boy was. He was one of his worst enemy, Draco Malfoy's, cronies. Crabbe.
Both young wizard's said, "You!"
A/N: Cliffhanger, huh? Well, I liked the idea, but I don't think I got it across as well as I would have liked. It's also too short. The sentences are poor, in my opinion. Tell me what you thought of it.
Don't worry, there will be another chapter. When, I don't know. Hopefully sometime today.
Also, I would appreciate it if you at least read my Harry Potter story, Only Four. I like reviews for it. -hint hint-