"Harry, Harry! Get up this instant!" 15 year old Harry Potter awoke with a start from bed in his small bedroom. Aunt Petunia pounded on the door. "Y..yes Aunt Petunia?" He said as he opened the door, and found his aunt standing with a sneer on her ugly face, wearing a long velvet maroon dress. "Did you forget that we were having company, boy? I need you to eat so I can finish up cleaning downstairs," Aunt Petunia said with a scowl as she went down the stairs. Harry sighed as he followed his aunt down the stairs. He could see Dudley and Uncle Vernon watching a Football game on the television, cheering and talking loudly. Looking at the tv, he suddenly felt a long yearning to be back at Hogwarts, with his fellow friends, playing Quidditch. He slowly went to the kitchen, and saw Aunt Petunia had set out a odd bowl of discolored green soup. "Erm..Aunt Petunia..what exactly is this?" He asked, wrinkling his nose in distaste.
"It's Pea Soup from the nice new neighbors next door.." She said, annoyed. "Now EAT UP!" Harry tried a little spoonful of it, and almost spit it out. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry with satisfaction written all over her face. "What's wrong, do you not like it or something? Well, this is all you are getting today, so I'd eat that if I were you." Harry gulped, before he choked it all down. Right when he was finished Aunt Petunia grabbed the bowl out of his hands, placed it in the sink, and said, "Now, your Uncle and I are going to be having some very important guests today. If you screw this up, you will regret the day you were ever born. Is that understood?"
Harry sighed, "Yes, Aunt Petunia, whatever you say."
"Good," she replied, "Now get upstairs and stay quiet, for the guests are bound to be here any second." Harry sprinted up the stairs and flopped down on his bed. Today was going to be such a bad day, he could feel it. Suddenly the door bell rang. Harry could hear the TV being switched off and Uncle Vernon saying, "Hello, my old friend!"
"Hello, Vernon..." A voice replied. That was a voice Harry recognized all to well. It belonged to......
..to be continued...
"It's Pea Soup from the nice new neighbors next door.." She said, annoyed. "Now EAT UP!" Harry tried a little spoonful of it, and almost spit it out. Aunt Petunia looked at Harry with satisfaction written all over her face. "What's wrong, do you not like it or something? Well, this is all you are getting today, so I'd eat that if I were you." Harry gulped, before he choked it all down. Right when he was finished Aunt Petunia grabbed the bowl out of his hands, placed it in the sink, and said, "Now, your Uncle and I are going to be having some very important guests today. If you screw this up, you will regret the day you were ever born. Is that understood?"
Harry sighed, "Yes, Aunt Petunia, whatever you say."
"Good," she replied, "Now get upstairs and stay quiet, for the guests are bound to be here any second." Harry sprinted up the stairs and flopped down on his bed. Today was going to be such a bad day, he could feel it. Suddenly the door bell rang. Harry could hear the TV being switched off and Uncle Vernon saying, "Hello, my old friend!"
"Hello, Vernon..." A voice replied. That was a voice Harry recognized all to well. It belonged to......
..to be continued...