~An excerpt from Harry Potter's journal. Titled~They're wrong.
"Harry!" shrieked Aunt Petunia from outside Harry's bedroom door. Harry sat up in bed. He looked around, but couldn't see. Everything was a blur. He placed his hand on his bed-stand and felt around for his glasses.
"Wha'?" he asked groggily. He found his glasses, and put them on. He then looked at the clock. It was 7:00AM.
"You have a lot of work to do today! Before Vernon gets home! So UP!" she screamed. Harry jumped out of bed. He got dressed quickly and taking a glance at the calender, he realized what day it was. It was his birthday. Not that anyone near him cared, but it still mattered. He pulled the pair of socks that Dobby had given him for Christmas on for the occasion. He then put on one of the sweaters Mrs. Weasley had given him.
Just then, he heard a pecking at the window. He turned, and there flew Hedwig holding so many packages and letters, that it looked as if he were to fall to the ground. Suddenly, Pig, the owl Ron recieved from Sirius in the third year, flew up beside him with another package. Harry pulled open the window and let them in.
He started with Pig so he could let him go. He pulled off the packages and letters surrounding him, gave him a bite to eat, and let him go. He then worked on Hedwig. All the packages and letters were tangled together and it took some time to get it off. Finally, he was done. He glance at his Birthday pile longingly, but decided it would be best if he opened them later.
He hurried out the door, and down to the kitchen where breakfast was cooking. He sat down at the table.
"Oh no you don't!" shouted Aunt Petunia. "UP! You watch the bacon and eggs! Oh! And the waffles and pancakes!"
Harry looked at the three pans on the stove, and then to the waffle maker. It would be a lot to handle.
"Don't you burn any of it either!" Her loud voice, which sounded like a hawk screeching, made Harry shiver as she went on and on. It got really annoying in the mornings, but he had to deal with her, or Uncle Vernon.
"Here's the list of things to do today," she said sourly, as she took over the job of watching the breakfast.
"Now, we are having company for dinner, and decided you were going to Mrs. Figg's!" she told him.
"Aww...!"he groaned.
"If I get any complaints..." she pointed to the cupboard. Harry's eyes widened and he jumped from his chair.
"Oh no! I forgot to thank Sirius for my present! And I have only written to him..." he paused. "five times all summer!"
Petunia's face turned a very pale color. Harry turned and ran upstairs. He went to his room and closed the door. He looked at the packs of things, but one had been opened, and a trail of candy led to Dudley's room. As Harry looked closer, he realized that they were a mixture of Magic candy from the Hogsmeade stores, and a few inventions of Fred and George Weasley. Harry grinned.
"Ahhh!" the shout was muffled so Aunt Petunia wouldn't hear. But, sooner or later, she would. He ran to Dudley's room and threw open the door.
"If you promise to never, ever steal anything from my room, I'll take the spell off of you," Harry said sternly.
"Al-wight, Al-Wight, dwo it! Ahhhh!" he shouted. His voice was still muffled. He had eaten a tong-tongued toffee. Harry took the spell off him and gave him a memory charm. This was an emergency, so he shouldn't get in trouble for magic.
"Duddey-kins! We're going to the store for some nice tenth grade school presents for you!" Aunt Petunia yelled sweetly up the stairs. Dudley zipped down the stairs. Harry heard the door slam shut. The car started outside and they were gone.
He went down stairs and started vacuuming. He did everything on the list. At 3:00 he was only beginning to paint the fence.
"I'll never get done!" he yelled and slammed the brush into the paint can. Suddenly, the fence turned white. Harry jumped up, astonished. But, he was still very glad. When he went over to wash the windows, all he did was touch the first one with the cloth, and all of them began to sparkle in the sun. The windows were clean. Harry's eyes widened even more. He didn't question it though.
A car pulled in the drive. It was 3:45 so it had to be Aunt Petunia and Dudley. He began putting away all the things he had been using. At first, when Aunt Petunia walked out back, she had a smile of triumph on her face.
It soon vanished when she looked around.
"How? What?" she stammered.
"I've got quick hands," he said putting away the painting supplies in the shed.
"Well," she said. "If you didn't use any magic..."
"Oh, if I did, I'd be getting a letter," he said smiling.
"Oh, yes," she said. "Get ready to go."
Harry ran to his room. He put all his gift inside the invisibilty cloak. He then sat upstairs until Uncle Vernon pulled in the drive.
"Damn! He got it done! How the...?" even Uncle Vernon stammered as he looked about.
"Well, I'm ready!" he said and they all turned around.
"Well, then. Here, give this to Mrs. Figg." he said handing $50.00 to Harry. "Tell her to keep you for the night."
"Well, OK," he said, not sure if 0this was good or bad.
"Now, go get packed!" he barked.
Uncle Vernon the dog and Aunt Petunia the hawk. Nice mixture. thought Harry as he ran up the stairs. He then saw yet another owl fluttering outside his window. Once again he yanked it open. It was a school owl. Harry knew what it was, but he threw it into his bag anyway.
He then went back downstairs and walked to the front door.
"Now I'm ready!"He told them all.
"Good!" he shouted. "let's go."
They walked across the street to Mrs. Figg's. Where have I heard that name before? woundered Harry. But as they reached the door, the question was pused out of his mind.
There stood Mrs. Figg. She was looking boreing as usual. Harry stepped inside.
"Hello Mrs. Figg," said Harry.
"Why hello Harry," she said sweetly.
"Uncle Vernon wishes to know if I could stay the night," he said.
"Why, ummm, yes of course!"
"Here's $50.00," he handed her the money.
"Oh, why yes, thankyou," she said taking the money. But what she was using it for, Harry'll soon find out.
Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley left with barely a nod of their heads.