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An Odd Summer Day

Harry woke up with a start as he heard the loud beeping from the Dudley's old alarm clock he had found buried under all of the broken toys and fixed. He got dressed and headed downstairs for his breakfast that was most likely going to be some kind of citrus fruit or vegetable, since Dudley was still on his diet.

Even though Dudley was on the diet, Harry didn't think he would lose any weight at the rate he was going. For every pound that Dudley did lose, it seemed that he gained another five pounds to take its place. Harry suspected that he had a stash of chocolate hidden somewhere in his room.

Harry entered the kitchen expecting to see plates with some kind of "rabbit food" on them, but instead he saw an enormous stack of presents piled on the table, which was making a creaking sound from all the weight.

Dudley waddled into the room, smiling at the sight of all the presents he would receive, then asked, "How many are there?"

"68," Uncle Vernon answered proudly.

"68! Only 68!? You said that you would give me six more than last year and last year you gave me 63! That's only five more than last year! You lied to me! What kind of father are you!? You don't love me anymore! You hate me!" Dudley screamed.

"Yes, there is only 63, but this year mummy and daddy got you a special gift, now open up all of your presents, then you can have your special gift."

After Dudley opened his 67 other presents (which included about 16 new computer games, a playstation 2 and a gamecube), Uncle Vernon handed him an envelope which he greedily ripped open and pulled out three plane tickets.

"What is this supposed to be!?" he asked.

"They're plane tickets for the three of us to go to the United States for two whole weeks, Duddikins," Aunt Petunia told him.

"But what about him?" he said, then glared at Harry.

"He will be staying here, in his room, because Mrs. Figg is on vacation and he will touch nothing while we are gone," Uncle Vernon said, answering Dudley and warning Harry at the same time.

Harry smiled. Maybe, while they were gone, he might get to watch what he wanted to watch on the television and maybe even play some games on the computer.

"What are you smiling at boy!? If I find out that you touch anything while we're gone, you'll find yourself locked in your room for the rest of the summer with no food!"

Dudley smirked at Harry, then asked Uncle Vernon when they would be leaving.

"Tomorrow" He answered Dudley, "So you'd better start packing!" and he patted Dudley on the back.

After they finished their breakfast (cantaloupe) Harry went up to his room, wishing that he could speed up time so that tomorrow would come faster.

Then he heard Aunt Petunia screaming for him from the kitchen.

"Come down here, boy! You have to start your chores! You can start by cleaning up the wrapping paper from Dudley's presents and washing the dishes!"

They treat me like I'm their personal slave, not their nephew Harry thought while dawdling down the stairs.