Disclaimer: I own nothing, 'cept Harold o' course
Harry was staring at his tiny piece of grapefruit when the phone rang. Dudley was still on his diet from last year, unluckily for Harry, the Dursleys had found the food the Ron and Hermione had sent him, so now he got even smaller portions at meals, with nothing to fall back on.
"Get the phone, boy!"
Harry sighed and walked over to the phone. It was not fair, Dudley was sitting right next to the phone but Uncle Vernon was making him walk across the house just to torture him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Harold, may I please speak to Vernon?"
"Sure, one moment."
Harry handed the phone to his uncle and sat down on the couch. He knew who Harold was, but Harold did not know who he was. Harold was Vernon's father. He lived in America. Every year, Harold would call, inviting the Dursleys over, and every year the Dursleys found a reason not to go. Vernon did not get along well with his parents, Harry didn't know why.
"I guess we could come this year."
At this remark, Harry sat up straight. The Dursleys would never leave him home alone, and after that incident with Aunt Marge, there was no way he would stay with her. Perhaps they would actually take him along this time. A few minutes later, Vernon was fighting with Petunia.
"There is NO way I am taking that boy with us!"
"I don't want him to come, either, but we can't leave him with Marge or alone at home for three weeks!"
"What about Mrs. Figg?"
"She said something about visiting an old friend, Remus Lupin, and his new dog, I think its name was Snuffles, or was it Padfoot?"
Harry perked up, was Mrs. Figg a witch? Dumbledore had told Sirius to meet with Arabella Figg; maybe she was the same person.
"I don't give a damn about the dog's name! My parents don't know people like him exist!"
"They don't have to know! It's not like they'll say anything to upset him! They adored -Lily-!" Petunia spat out her sister's name before continuing, "There's nothing we can do!"
"What about those, those -friends- of his?"
"I will NOT have any more of his kind in my house! Remember what happened -last- time?"
"I guess you're right. BOY! Come here right now!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"We have decided to take you to America with us. Any funny business, and you won't be going back to that school of yours."
"Yes, sir."
Harry was staring at his tiny piece of grapefruit when the phone rang. Dudley was still on his diet from last year, unluckily for Harry, the Dursleys had found the food the Ron and Hermione had sent him, so now he got even smaller portions at meals, with nothing to fall back on.
"Get the phone, boy!"
Harry sighed and walked over to the phone. It was not fair, Dudley was sitting right next to the phone but Uncle Vernon was making him walk across the house just to torture him.
"Hello?"
"Hello, this is Harold, may I please speak to Vernon?"
"Sure, one moment."
Harry handed the phone to his uncle and sat down on the couch. He knew who Harold was, but Harold did not know who he was. Harold was Vernon's father. He lived in America. Every year, Harold would call, inviting the Dursleys over, and every year the Dursleys found a reason not to go. Vernon did not get along well with his parents, Harry didn't know why.
"I guess we could come this year."
At this remark, Harry sat up straight. The Dursleys would never leave him home alone, and after that incident with Aunt Marge, there was no way he would stay with her. Perhaps they would actually take him along this time. A few minutes later, Vernon was fighting with Petunia.
"There is NO way I am taking that boy with us!"
"I don't want him to come, either, but we can't leave him with Marge or alone at home for three weeks!"
"What about Mrs. Figg?"
"She said something about visiting an old friend, Remus Lupin, and his new dog, I think its name was Snuffles, or was it Padfoot?"
Harry perked up, was Mrs. Figg a witch? Dumbledore had told Sirius to meet with Arabella Figg; maybe she was the same person.
"I don't give a damn about the dog's name! My parents don't know people like him exist!"
"They don't have to know! It's not like they'll say anything to upset him! They adored -Lily-!" Petunia spat out her sister's name before continuing, "There's nothing we can do!"
"What about those, those -friends- of his?"
"I will NOT have any more of his kind in my house! Remember what happened -last- time?"
"I guess you're right. BOY! Come here right now!"
"Yes, Uncle Vernon?"
"We have decided to take you to America with us. Any funny business, and you won't be going back to that school of yours."
"Yes, sir."