I thought of this idea earlier today, and I thought it might be interesting. I'll be writing more and more humiliating/horrible moments on Harry's childhood with the Dursleys. I feel as though there is just so much more verbal/physical abuse that happened rather than what we read in the books. This one is in my opinion rather light, but the stories will get more severe...
Harry awoke to the sound of rustling outside his little cupboard under the stairs. Carefully opening the door to see what the ruckus was, it didn't surprise him to see his pudgy cousin Dudley drawing on the walls. Everytime one of the crayons snapped in half due to his tight grip, Dudley would throw them across the hallway and make an ugly, angry yelp. Harry rolled his eyes and closed the door quietly contemplating what would lie in stock for him in the day ahead.
After nearly half an hour of listening to Dudley groaning and then later screaming at his broken utensils, he heard his Aunt Petunia come hurrying down the stairs. Rather, he felt it. Sprinkles of sawdust fell gently onto his head and blurred his vision for a bit. Then he heard the rumbling of his Uncle Vernon in the upstairs hallway. His enormity shook the house as he ran -or hobbled quickly- down the little staircase. Harry gulped, as he predicted precisely what Uncle Vernon would be shouting about in the coming seconds.
"POTTER!" howled Uncle Vernon. He grabbed for Harry's door fast, breaking the tiny handle off, face purple and a fat vein pulsating from his forehead. Harry merely stared at him blankly. He already knew Uncle Vernon was angry, but he had no reason to be angry with Harry. What had he done this time?
Uncle Vernon squinted his tiny black eyes hard, as if they weren't always that way. This new look he made gave Harry chills.
"YOU-"
"W-what have I done?" said Harry, most innocently.
Uncle Vernon squinted harder, his rage rising with every passing moment.
" 'WHAT HAVE I DONE?' HE ASKS! RUBBISH! COMPLETE RUBBISH!" he shouted, furiously pointing a chubby finger. "LOOK AT DUDLEY! LOOK-AT-HIM!"
Harry tried to look behind Uncle Vernon -which took great effort, as the man was very huge- and finally saw little pudgy Dudley sobbing against Aunt Petunia who looked back at Harry with anger written all over her horsey face.
"I-I haven't done anything to him!" said Harry very weakly. Uncle Vernon let out a loud snort.
"YOU'VE COLOURED ON THE WALLS! YOU'VE BROKEN HIS CRAYON SET! YOU'VE SET HIM TO TEARS! STAY IN THERE, YOU UNGRATEFUL LITTLE BRAT!"
And with that, Uncle Vernon slammed the door shut. Since he had ripped the handle off, the door bounced back and hit him in the face. Harry let out a little laugh, but immediately regretted it. Uncle Vernon had heard him and later bolted the little door using many differently kinds of drills.
Harry was let out two days later.
