Chapter 1- Dudley's Disasterous Birthday
Sunlight shone through the dirty musty curtains of the bedroom upstairs Number 4 Privet Drive as a sixteen-year-old boy sleepily rubbed his eyes with one hand while the other was trying to find his glasses on the bedside table. He grabbed it and put it on.
" HARRY!!! Come down quick! Have you forgotten what day it is? I'm warning you boy, one step out of line and you're done, you hear me? " thundered Uncle Vernon from the bottom of the stairs.
" Yes, Uncle Vernon. " Harry shouted as he struggled to get out of the tangled blanket coiling him. He got dressed and went down for breakfast .
Harry Potter is a wizard about to start his 6th year at Hogwarts. He isn't just any ordinary wizard-but an extraordinary wizard that had survived a deadly curse that would have killed any other wizard, a curse cast by the Dark Lord himself-LORD VOLDERMORT. Harry had survived it with nothing left but a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. His parents had been killed by Lord Voldermort on that fateful night and when Lord Voldermort failed to kill Harry, he fled. Luckily,Harry had been saved by Hagrid, the keeper of keys at Hogwarts ground. So sadly, Harry was left in the care of the Dursleys, his only living relatives and they treat him like a slimy slug with some infective disease.
Today was Harry's cousin, Dudley's birthday. Dudley was a fat porky boy, too large for his age and he hardly had any neck at all. Anyone would be able to see what a disgusting boy he is, but he was Vernon and Petunia Dursley's pride and joy. Dudley's hobby was pummeling Harry everyday.
"Oh, here comes the birthday boy!!!" squealed Aunt Petunia as Dudley entered the kitchen. Dudley was dressed in a tux obviously too small for him as the bottom part of his tux was trying to hold together and suddenly the bottom button popped off and his flabby tummy burst out. Harry stared at Dudley's tummy and looked at Aunt Petunia. But Aunt Petunia was too busy fussing over Dudley, Uncle Vernon was too busy reading his newspaper and Dudley was too busy counting his presents to even notice it.
" 37.38.39.40.41.42.42 presents?!"counted Dudley.
" Yes, my darling Dudders!!! Four more then the last time!!! Is it ok with you?" asked Aunt Petunia happily, looking hopefully at Dudley.
Dudley frowned a little and finally said " Oh, I guess." And ran to the table to rip open his presents. Aunt Petunia looked as if she would die from relief and her expression looked like a puppy who had been praised by its master for the first time.
Everyone sat round the kitchen table and Aunt Petunia served everyone with ham, eggs, bacon, sausages and four slices of bread while Harry got to eat last night's leftovers.
" Dudley, dear, if you want second helpings, just ask from mummy, ok?" pampered Aunt Petunia.
"I thought he was supposed to be on diet."said Harry. Uncle Vernon looked up from his plate and glared daggers at Harry. Harry hastily looked at his plate and shoved down the remaining spaghetti. He got up and took his plate to the sink.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Harry turned to see if anyone was going to answer it, but everyone was too busy stuffing themselves.
Harry rolled his eyes and wiped his wet hands on his baggy jeans. "I'll get it."muttered Harry, knowing no one would bother anyway. He pushed the kitchen door open and ran to the door. He peeped through the letterbox slit and saw a funky teenager at the door holding a parcel.
Harry swung open the door. "Errr..yes? May I help you?"
"Hey.little dude...yeah....um,I'm looking for uhhh..a Dudley Derrslliii...Durssslliii..Dursley!! yeah, uh... your dude has a funky name, man! Is he living here, lil dude?"asked the delivery guy. He was wearing a bright yellow 'Wazzup world?!' T-shirt.
"Yeah, errr.he's my cousin. He's having his breakfast in the kitchen. I'll go get him. Hold on .." Harry said as he turned to get Uncle Vernon.
"Hey, little dude...that's not necessary. Just sign on my paper."
"Oh,ok."said Harry, taking the guy's ink-smudged pen. "There."
Harry passed the paper and pen back to the delivery guy and the guy handed him the parcel.
"It's the dude's birthday today, right?"asked the guy.
"Well, yeah. How do you know?" asked Harry puzzled. Dudley isn't that popular, is he? Even the funky delivery guy knows it's his birthday. "And no one cares about mine."thought Harry angrily, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.
"Dude, look." The delivery guy pointed to the parcel. Harry looked down and it was then he saw the words 'Happy Birthday, Dudley!!' written neatly across the wrapping paper.
"Oh." Harry wanted to slap himself for his own stupidity. "Ok, thanks for sending it here."
"Dude, it's my job. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. See ya, lil dude." And he walked down the porch, jumped on his bike and sped off into the distance.
"Whew, he's one weird fellow." Harry said softly as he closed the door. He walked into the kitchen and all three heads looked up from their plates and looked at him. "What took you so long, you lazy boy?" roared Uncle Vernon. Harry raised an eyebrow and passed the parcel to Dudley. "Someone sent you another present."said Harry bitterly.
"Who?"yelled Dudley, snatching the parcel from him. "I don't really care who anyway. I just care about the present."said Dudley while ripping the parcel apart. "Wow!!!"yelled Dudley as sweets spilled out from the parcel.
"Who sent this to you?" asked Aunt Petunia, pouring out the sweets and inspecting the box. "Harry! Who was it from?"she barked, as Dudley began stuffing the sweets into his mouth.
"How am I supposed to know? The delivery just sent it to me! And it's none of my business, anyway."answered Harry, annoyed.
"That's it, boy. Go up to your room! We're sending you to Mrs. Figgs! And you're not having dinner tonight!"roared Uncle Vernon.
"Fine, whatever." Harry lowered his tone and was about to go upstairs when Aunt Petunia shrieked. Harry turned and saw that Dudley had turned into Mrs. Figgs.
"Vernon! What do we do?" At that moment 'Vernon' came out from her mouth, Dudley turned into Uncle Vernon.
"Harry!!!!!!"screamed Uncle Vernon. "What have you done?!"shouted Aunt Petunia as Dudley turned into Harry.
"Aunt Marge!"screamed Harry before sprinting up the stairs three at a time as Dudley turned into beefy Aunt Marge. Harry ran into his room, slammed the door and locked it. He rolled all over his bed laughing until he had a painful cramp in his tummy.
Just then, a sharp tap came from his closed bedroom window. He clutched his tummy and painfully walked over to the window. He drew the curtains and opened the window. A scrawny owl flew straight in and landed on Harry's bed with a soft thump. Harry walked over to the owl and recognised it as Errol, the Weasley's owl. Harry hurriedly untied the note from Errol's leg and Errol gratefully pecked Harry's arm and flew out of the open window.
Harry unrolled the note and inside the note written in a familiar handwriting were the words:
Hey, Harry. How are you now? Hope you're fine. Have Dudley
received the parcel yet? If so, please tell us the effects that
happened to your cousin. Write to us as soon as possible and
tell us ,ok? It's just some extra experiments we've done over
the summer. Hope to hear from you soon.
P/s Ginny misses you like crazy.
Cheers:
Fred & George
Sunlight shone through the dirty musty curtains of the bedroom upstairs Number 4 Privet Drive as a sixteen-year-old boy sleepily rubbed his eyes with one hand while the other was trying to find his glasses on the bedside table. He grabbed it and put it on.
" HARRY!!! Come down quick! Have you forgotten what day it is? I'm warning you boy, one step out of line and you're done, you hear me? " thundered Uncle Vernon from the bottom of the stairs.
" Yes, Uncle Vernon. " Harry shouted as he struggled to get out of the tangled blanket coiling him. He got dressed and went down for breakfast .
Harry Potter is a wizard about to start his 6th year at Hogwarts. He isn't just any ordinary wizard-but an extraordinary wizard that had survived a deadly curse that would have killed any other wizard, a curse cast by the Dark Lord himself-LORD VOLDERMORT. Harry had survived it with nothing left but a lightning-shaped scar on his forehead. His parents had been killed by Lord Voldermort on that fateful night and when Lord Voldermort failed to kill Harry, he fled. Luckily,Harry had been saved by Hagrid, the keeper of keys at Hogwarts ground. So sadly, Harry was left in the care of the Dursleys, his only living relatives and they treat him like a slimy slug with some infective disease.
Today was Harry's cousin, Dudley's birthday. Dudley was a fat porky boy, too large for his age and he hardly had any neck at all. Anyone would be able to see what a disgusting boy he is, but he was Vernon and Petunia Dursley's pride and joy. Dudley's hobby was pummeling Harry everyday.
"Oh, here comes the birthday boy!!!" squealed Aunt Petunia as Dudley entered the kitchen. Dudley was dressed in a tux obviously too small for him as the bottom part of his tux was trying to hold together and suddenly the bottom button popped off and his flabby tummy burst out. Harry stared at Dudley's tummy and looked at Aunt Petunia. But Aunt Petunia was too busy fussing over Dudley, Uncle Vernon was too busy reading his newspaper and Dudley was too busy counting his presents to even notice it.
" 37.38.39.40.41.42.42 presents?!"counted Dudley.
" Yes, my darling Dudders!!! Four more then the last time!!! Is it ok with you?" asked Aunt Petunia happily, looking hopefully at Dudley.
Dudley frowned a little and finally said " Oh, I guess." And ran to the table to rip open his presents. Aunt Petunia looked as if she would die from relief and her expression looked like a puppy who had been praised by its master for the first time.
Everyone sat round the kitchen table and Aunt Petunia served everyone with ham, eggs, bacon, sausages and four slices of bread while Harry got to eat last night's leftovers.
" Dudley, dear, if you want second helpings, just ask from mummy, ok?" pampered Aunt Petunia.
"I thought he was supposed to be on diet."said Harry. Uncle Vernon looked up from his plate and glared daggers at Harry. Harry hastily looked at his plate and shoved down the remaining spaghetti. He got up and took his plate to the sink.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
Harry turned to see if anyone was going to answer it, but everyone was too busy stuffing themselves.
Harry rolled his eyes and wiped his wet hands on his baggy jeans. "I'll get it."muttered Harry, knowing no one would bother anyway. He pushed the kitchen door open and ran to the door. He peeped through the letterbox slit and saw a funky teenager at the door holding a parcel.
Harry swung open the door. "Errr..yes? May I help you?"
"Hey.little dude...yeah....um,I'm looking for uhhh..a Dudley Derrslliii...Durssslliii..Dursley!! yeah, uh... your dude has a funky name, man! Is he living here, lil dude?"asked the delivery guy. He was wearing a bright yellow 'Wazzup world?!' T-shirt.
"Yeah, errr.he's my cousin. He's having his breakfast in the kitchen. I'll go get him. Hold on .." Harry said as he turned to get Uncle Vernon.
"Hey, little dude...that's not necessary. Just sign on my paper."
"Oh,ok."said Harry, taking the guy's ink-smudged pen. "There."
Harry passed the paper and pen back to the delivery guy and the guy handed him the parcel.
"It's the dude's birthday today, right?"asked the guy.
"Well, yeah. How do you know?" asked Harry puzzled. Dudley isn't that popular, is he? Even the funky delivery guy knows it's his birthday. "And no one cares about mine."thought Harry angrily, and he couldn't help feeling jealous.
"Dude, look." The delivery guy pointed to the parcel. Harry looked down and it was then he saw the words 'Happy Birthday, Dudley!!' written neatly across the wrapping paper.
"Oh." Harry wanted to slap himself for his own stupidity. "Ok, thanks for sending it here."
"Dude, it's my job. Anyway, it's nice to meet you. See ya, lil dude." And he walked down the porch, jumped on his bike and sped off into the distance.
"Whew, he's one weird fellow." Harry said softly as he closed the door. He walked into the kitchen and all three heads looked up from their plates and looked at him. "What took you so long, you lazy boy?" roared Uncle Vernon. Harry raised an eyebrow and passed the parcel to Dudley. "Someone sent you another present."said Harry bitterly.
"Who?"yelled Dudley, snatching the parcel from him. "I don't really care who anyway. I just care about the present."said Dudley while ripping the parcel apart. "Wow!!!"yelled Dudley as sweets spilled out from the parcel.
"Who sent this to you?" asked Aunt Petunia, pouring out the sweets and inspecting the box. "Harry! Who was it from?"she barked, as Dudley began stuffing the sweets into his mouth.
"How am I supposed to know? The delivery just sent it to me! And it's none of my business, anyway."answered Harry, annoyed.
"That's it, boy. Go up to your room! We're sending you to Mrs. Figgs! And you're not having dinner tonight!"roared Uncle Vernon.
"Fine, whatever." Harry lowered his tone and was about to go upstairs when Aunt Petunia shrieked. Harry turned and saw that Dudley had turned into Mrs. Figgs.
"Vernon! What do we do?" At that moment 'Vernon' came out from her mouth, Dudley turned into Uncle Vernon.
"Harry!!!!!!"screamed Uncle Vernon. "What have you done?!"shouted Aunt Petunia as Dudley turned into Harry.
"Aunt Marge!"screamed Harry before sprinting up the stairs three at a time as Dudley turned into beefy Aunt Marge. Harry ran into his room, slammed the door and locked it. He rolled all over his bed laughing until he had a painful cramp in his tummy.
Just then, a sharp tap came from his closed bedroom window. He clutched his tummy and painfully walked over to the window. He drew the curtains and opened the window. A scrawny owl flew straight in and landed on Harry's bed with a soft thump. Harry walked over to the owl and recognised it as Errol, the Weasley's owl. Harry hurriedly untied the note from Errol's leg and Errol gratefully pecked Harry's arm and flew out of the open window.
Harry unrolled the note and inside the note written in a familiar handwriting were the words:
Hey, Harry. How are you now? Hope you're fine. Have Dudley
received the parcel yet? If so, please tell us the effects that
happened to your cousin. Write to us as soon as possible and
tell us ,ok? It's just some extra experiments we've done over
the summer. Hope to hear from you soon.
P/s Ginny misses you like crazy.
Cheers:
Fred & George