"YOU!- Your Gay! I would have never believed that after all we have done for you, you think it's ok to be GAY! Not to mention, so much as mention it on local television!" Vernon says, very angry so much so that his purple veins on the side of his head stick out horribly.
"Well, I'm sor-ry! You know I thought my family actually loved me! But no, every time they were cruel to me, they actually meant all the bad stuff. I HATE you!" I run up to my room and slam the door.
This was all Dumbledore's fault! He said, 'Harry why don't you tell your aunt and uncle you're gay? They will love you the same and more for being honest.' I knew they wouldn't, so why did I listen to Dumbledore anyways? I threw myself on the red and yellow bed that I call mine, for now at least.
Why did I tell him anyways? I wanted comfort and attention, like always. I don't think I'll be doing stupid things he just decides to suggest in random. Big Git, Ugh! What am I even thinking? I need some air. I can't think like that about Dumbledore. He's the-.
My door slams open. "Get downstairs freak. You have visitors." Dudley says rudely in my face, as I run downstairs thinking it is one of my friends or at least some one from the order. Then I stop at the edge of the stairs, as the thirty or so people in the living room are not my favorite. Dudley pushes me in the living room and suddenly all eyes are on me. I stare at the Death Eaters in my house, thinking 'Oh this is not gonna be good.' They had there hoods off but that didn't stop Uncle Vernon from glaring at them. I look around once more and nearly faint.