Harry sat on the bench, in the nearby park, alone. He watched the people
around him, but could think of nothing. Nothing at all except. Sirius.
Sirius.
Harry buried his face in his own hands, unaware that his palms were sweating. Harry still could not get over his godfather's death. He missed Sirius so much. He remembered the first time where he had met Sirius, when he believed that Sirius murdered his parents. He could remember it all as if it was yesterday.
Just then, Dudley and his gang of fat gangsters came with what that looked like a baseball stick. Dudley was swing the stick into the air and laughing at Harry.
"Why Potter?" asked Dudley, pretending to be dramatically concern. "Still weeping about you Godfather's death?"
His gang began to laugh and they chanted along with Dudley, "Potter's a cry- baby."
"Stop crying BABY potter," Dudley continued. "Uncle Sirius is here for you."
Dudley's gang laughed even louder now. Harry was exploding in anger. He did not care if Dudley insulted him, but if anyone ever insults his godfather.
"Yeah," continued one of Dudley's friends. "What's so good about that criminal Potty? Or should I call you Sissy? Does that dirty criminal protect you against bullies Potty?"
That was the last straw. Harry could feel the anger flowing through his blood and he could feel a lot of energy at the tip of his fingers, just waiting for him to apply it on someone. Harry just felt so angry that he could not control what he was doing, or what he was about to do. His left foot swung towards Dudley's stomach, who rolled on the floor and started groaning in pain. Harry realised that he had kicked Dudley, and that he was going to have to face the consequences later - that is Mr and Mrs Dursley.
Instead of helping Dudley, his friends scrambled timidly away, leaving poor Dudley lying on the ground, still groaning in pain. All the children in the playground gathered around Harry and Dudley, cheering as the playground bully goes down.
Weakly, Dudley got up to his feet slowly. His face was pale as if he was really sick. He shot an angry look at Harry.
"You're going to pay for this Potter," Dudley warned. "I'm going to tell Mum."
"Yeah, whatever," Harry cut in, "Mummy's boy."
All the children at the playground cheered as Harry Teased Dudley. Dudley, who was already pale, turned even paler and started to limp away. Harry watched Dudley disappeared into the corner of the street, feeling relaxed and eased that he let it all out. He returned to the bench and sat down.
Now that he had hurt Dudley, he knew he had to face Mr and Mrs Dursley and will have to be grounded by them. He took a deep breath and leaned back. He was aware that it was going to be dinnertime soon, but nothing matters now.
Harry looked up into the sky. The sky was clear blue, with a mixture of orange. However, there are no sights of owls of any sort. He wondered. Why had Ron and Hermione not send any letters to him? Did they just want to leave him alone? Harry wished that Ron would just invite him over to his place. Harry sighed. At least his dad had Sirius, a friend, no, a brother whom he could trust and count on all the time.
Harry buried his face in his own hands, unaware that his palms were sweating. Harry still could not get over his godfather's death. He missed Sirius so much. He remembered the first time where he had met Sirius, when he believed that Sirius murdered his parents. He could remember it all as if it was yesterday.
Just then, Dudley and his gang of fat gangsters came with what that looked like a baseball stick. Dudley was swing the stick into the air and laughing at Harry.
"Why Potter?" asked Dudley, pretending to be dramatically concern. "Still weeping about you Godfather's death?"
His gang began to laugh and they chanted along with Dudley, "Potter's a cry- baby."
"Stop crying BABY potter," Dudley continued. "Uncle Sirius is here for you."
Dudley's gang laughed even louder now. Harry was exploding in anger. He did not care if Dudley insulted him, but if anyone ever insults his godfather.
"Yeah," continued one of Dudley's friends. "What's so good about that criminal Potty? Or should I call you Sissy? Does that dirty criminal protect you against bullies Potty?"
That was the last straw. Harry could feel the anger flowing through his blood and he could feel a lot of energy at the tip of his fingers, just waiting for him to apply it on someone. Harry just felt so angry that he could not control what he was doing, or what he was about to do. His left foot swung towards Dudley's stomach, who rolled on the floor and started groaning in pain. Harry realised that he had kicked Dudley, and that he was going to have to face the consequences later - that is Mr and Mrs Dursley.
Instead of helping Dudley, his friends scrambled timidly away, leaving poor Dudley lying on the ground, still groaning in pain. All the children in the playground gathered around Harry and Dudley, cheering as the playground bully goes down.
Weakly, Dudley got up to his feet slowly. His face was pale as if he was really sick. He shot an angry look at Harry.
"You're going to pay for this Potter," Dudley warned. "I'm going to tell Mum."
"Yeah, whatever," Harry cut in, "Mummy's boy."
All the children at the playground cheered as Harry Teased Dudley. Dudley, who was already pale, turned even paler and started to limp away. Harry watched Dudley disappeared into the corner of the street, feeling relaxed and eased that he let it all out. He returned to the bench and sat down.
Now that he had hurt Dudley, he knew he had to face Mr and Mrs Dursley and will have to be grounded by them. He took a deep breath and leaned back. He was aware that it was going to be dinnertime soon, but nothing matters now.
Harry looked up into the sky. The sky was clear blue, with a mixture of orange. However, there are no sights of owls of any sort. He wondered. Why had Ron and Hermione not send any letters to him? Did they just want to leave him alone? Harry wished that Ron would just invite him over to his place. Harry sighed. At least his dad had Sirius, a friend, no, a brother whom he could trust and count on all the time.