Harry walked down the street of Privet Driveby. His pants which were too big for him hung to his knees purposely revealing his boxers. He wore a white tee and his wizards hat was tilted to the right side of his head. As he walked he held his pants up lazily which caused him to walk some what like he had a wedgie. An attractive muggle girl walked by him, he watched her attentively titling his head to get a better view of a lower area.
"Ay bay bay!" He called.
The girl turned to look at him and continued to walk away. He did not care Another fine girl will walk by eventually he thought. He heard a rustle in front of him, a large boy, his cousin appeared in front of him.
"Dud, whachu doin up here in my terrirory?" Harry asked
"Mannn I jus walkin, ain't nothing wrong wit dat" Dudly replied rudely to Harry.
"Muggle, you best start showin me sum repect or Imma pop you where it hurt" Harry threatened Dudley.
"Ight man chill out. Imma jus pass by"Dudley trudged past Harry.
Harry had some business to take care of with Ron. They were in the firewhisky smuggling business together and Ron owed him galleons. The firewhisky was from Neville and it cost ten thousand galleons. Harry paid and was waiting for Ron to give him his half, but he never did. On Privet Driveby Harry stopped at Fig's house, which is where they were keeping the firewhisky, and where Ron would be. Harry approached the door: knock, knock, pop-pop-pop, bang, bang bang, knock, pop-knock-bang "Yo!" It was the password.
"Who thur?" Fig asked.
"Yo boy Harry Potter here, I know what is near, he tol me in my ear, the door u need to clear" as he rapped the last verse Fig opened the door.
"Ay Potter, whas crackin at Privet Driveby?" she asked.
"Man…Iss my cuzzin. He be sneakin round again" Harry complained.
"Get Ron on im thas his job" Fig suggested.
"Naw, I wanna kno what he up to" Harry told her. Harry smelt the air, it still smelt of cats, but now it smelt like cats and firewhiskey.
"Where da firewhiskey at?" Harry asked.
"Ahh…It up in da dining room, Ron an his gurl are there too" she told him.
"Ok…Imma go see it" Harry left Fig and went to the dining room where Ron and Hermione were waiting for him in the dining room.
"Ay H-Man!" Ron hollered to Harry.
"Ay Harry" Hermione greeted.
"Whuddup ya'll? Ron u got the five thousand gall?" Harry asked.
"Bout dat Harry…I used it on my crib" Ron said.
"Ued it on your crib, but man you already got a home an paid rent" Harry said.
"Naw…I use it on my baby crib" Ron said.
"You bought a five thousand gall crib!" Harry asked in shock.
"It not jus a crib! It a stroller, it play music, an it got spinners, the mobile even made upa pictures of our poor homeboy. Now Tupac on the mobile an he be floatin 'bove the baby head like a angel in heaven" Hermione said.
"Like a angel in heaven?" Harry asked. He was confused by her calling Tupoc in a mobile like an angel in heaven.
"It a simile, what u not pay attention in schoo" She asked.
"I know schoo. Cuz I now yur boy there owe me five thousand gall that he spent on a baby crib" Harry yelled at Hermione.
"Don talk like dat to my woman" Ron yelled at Harry "It not her business"
"Ya it is. She was too stupid to buy a crib wit you, the dang crib is worth moe than that baby" Harry barked.
"Chill man…I get the money" Ron said.
"Well have it by next week, or Imma make you sell dat crib" Harry threatened.
"Ight man!" Ron said. "C'mon baby lets bounce" He and Hermione disapparated.
Ron owed Harry five thousand galleons which was really for Neville who had sold them the firewhiskey in the first place. So if Ron did not pay Harry in time, Harry was toast.