Okay, so I haven't been writing much lately, but I finally came up with a storyline that I think would be fun to try out
Disclaimer: I do not own Potter
"Mum, Dad, Harry and I have got letters!" shouted Dudley Dursley.
"You AND Harry? What the devil are you talking about?" said Dudley's father Vernon.
Upon seeing the letter's address and seal Petunia Dursley nearly fainted. All of the color drained from her face, leaving her as pale as the doilies she kept on the kitchen table.
"Dear Mr. Dursley we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at Hogwart's School of Witchcraft and Wizardry... Mum, Dad, who in the world is Albus Dumbledore and why did he send Harry and I these letters? Must be a scam, or maybe a prank, my friend Gregory Orwell would love to pull a prank of this sort." said Dudley.
Vernon's face was a dangerously bright shade of what looked like magenta and he snatched the letter out of his son and nephew's hands.
"YOU ARE NEVER TO SPEAK OF THESE RUDDY LETTERS AGAIN, EVER. UNDERSTOOD?" shouted Vernon.
The boys both stood dumbstruck, not understanding what they had done wrong, but Harry, being used to such yelling being directed at him simply said "Why? They're our letters and we've got a right to read them."
"I agree!" yelled Dudley. "Now give me my letter now!"
Shaking with anger, Vernon threw the letters at the boys, crumbled but still readable, as they both read them and turned as pale as Petunia.
"We're... We're WIZARDS?" exclaimed Harry, not sure if he should be confused or very excited, so he decided to be both.
"H-how could this have HAPPENED? Of course my no good sister and her idiot husband's child would have this, this abnormality, but our boy? No, it can't be true, it simply cannot. Our Duddikins is as normal as they come, exceptional even, but certainly not a freak." whispered Petunia quivering.
Vernon was still purple as plum as he said, as calmly as he could, "What in the bloody hell are we going to do?"