Harry's Toilet Troubles
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling whatever you may think.
Harry had been back with his aunt and uncle for a week now, and he missed Hogwarts already. It was a bright summer day and he was outside raking the leaves; his relatives were gone in downtown London at the moment, picking up some needed food supplies, for when Dudley had gotten home, he had went mad because of being on a diet so long that he overpowered his dad and proceeded to eat everything in the house.
As Harry was raking he realized he needed to use the bathroom. He strolled leisurely into the house and into the bathroom. When he looked in the toilet a wad of toilet paper was floating around in it. He flushed the handle and leapt back startled, when water came shooting out of the toilet in a thick stream. Hearing a noise behind him he gave a gasp at seeing that water was shooting out of the sink and bathtub drains as well.
"Well this could be a problem," He stated, he knew that if he called a plumber his relatives would yell at him for spending money, and if he left the mess, they would yell at him for making it, though it was probably Dudley's indigestion after such a large meal that did it. He rushed to his former cupboard, which now held cleaning supplies, and fetched a mop and bucket.
He painstakingly mopped up every drip and tied everything back up. He decided he just wouldn't tell them so that they could find out on their own and have no cause to blame him. After he was finished he realized that he still needed to go to the bathroom, now worse than before. He tramped upstairs and went into the bathroom between his and Dudley's bedrooms. He was dismayed and horrified by what he found there.
The floor was flooded and it seemed that the plumbing here was having the same problem as the plumbing downstairs. He once more rushed to the cupboard and got the cleaning tools, he cleaned it up just as well as he did before and returned the bucket and mop.
Well, now as you must realize, Harry really had to go to the bathroom. He thought a second what he might do. He certainly could not go over to the neighbors, he would get yelled at for that too. He decided to go to the gas station. When he got there, there was a terrible line for the bathroom. After about an hour of waiting with his legs crossed, Harry decided this wasn't getting anywhere.
He walked down the street a ways and discovered an outhouse. He was so relieved to find a potty, any potty, that he rushed right in. As he glanced down he realized that this was no outhouse it was just a decorative shed. He ran out and decided to use a last resort.
He stuck out his wand hand and hailed the knight for, by this time it had grown quiet dark. The bus came banging up and the doors opened.
He asked the driver urgently, "Do you have a bathroom sir?"
"I'm sorry, Harry Potter, isn't it? Recognized your scar ya know, we don't have a bathroom." Replied the bus driver.
Harry waved the bus away and ran home, he couldn't wait any longer and he rushed into the backyard behind a tree. He relieved himself quickly and went into the house, much comforted. His aunt and uncle were home, sitting at the table.
"Where have ya been boy, we've been home for hours." Asked his Uncle Vernon
"We've finally gotten the plumbing fixed ya know, while we were out we called a plumber." Said his aunt, "It was fixed about two hours ago."
"W-what?" Harry stuttered confused and shocked.
"Well did ya not know? Dudley flushed a mouse he found on your floor down the toilet and clogged it all up. You should really train that owl to leave her 'presents' in her cage. You didna try to use the bathroom did ya?"
"Of-of course not." He managed to get out, he couldn't believe he went through all of this toilet non-sense for nothing.
Disclaimer: I am not JK Rowling whatever you may think.
Harry had been back with his aunt and uncle for a week now, and he missed Hogwarts already. It was a bright summer day and he was outside raking the leaves; his relatives were gone in downtown London at the moment, picking up some needed food supplies, for when Dudley had gotten home, he had went mad because of being on a diet so long that he overpowered his dad and proceeded to eat everything in the house.
As Harry was raking he realized he needed to use the bathroom. He strolled leisurely into the house and into the bathroom. When he looked in the toilet a wad of toilet paper was floating around in it. He flushed the handle and leapt back startled, when water came shooting out of the toilet in a thick stream. Hearing a noise behind him he gave a gasp at seeing that water was shooting out of the sink and bathtub drains as well.
"Well this could be a problem," He stated, he knew that if he called a plumber his relatives would yell at him for spending money, and if he left the mess, they would yell at him for making it, though it was probably Dudley's indigestion after such a large meal that did it. He rushed to his former cupboard, which now held cleaning supplies, and fetched a mop and bucket.
He painstakingly mopped up every drip and tied everything back up. He decided he just wouldn't tell them so that they could find out on their own and have no cause to blame him. After he was finished he realized that he still needed to go to the bathroom, now worse than before. He tramped upstairs and went into the bathroom between his and Dudley's bedrooms. He was dismayed and horrified by what he found there.
The floor was flooded and it seemed that the plumbing here was having the same problem as the plumbing downstairs. He once more rushed to the cupboard and got the cleaning tools, he cleaned it up just as well as he did before and returned the bucket and mop.
Well, now as you must realize, Harry really had to go to the bathroom. He thought a second what he might do. He certainly could not go over to the neighbors, he would get yelled at for that too. He decided to go to the gas station. When he got there, there was a terrible line for the bathroom. After about an hour of waiting with his legs crossed, Harry decided this wasn't getting anywhere.
He walked down the street a ways and discovered an outhouse. He was so relieved to find a potty, any potty, that he rushed right in. As he glanced down he realized that this was no outhouse it was just a decorative shed. He ran out and decided to use a last resort.
He stuck out his wand hand and hailed the knight for, by this time it had grown quiet dark. The bus came banging up and the doors opened.
He asked the driver urgently, "Do you have a bathroom sir?"
"I'm sorry, Harry Potter, isn't it? Recognized your scar ya know, we don't have a bathroom." Replied the bus driver.
Harry waved the bus away and ran home, he couldn't wait any longer and he rushed into the backyard behind a tree. He relieved himself quickly and went into the house, much comforted. His aunt and uncle were home, sitting at the table.
"Where have ya been boy, we've been home for hours." Asked his Uncle Vernon
"We've finally gotten the plumbing fixed ya know, while we were out we called a plumber." Said his aunt, "It was fixed about two hours ago."
"W-what?" Harry stuttered confused and shocked.
"Well did ya not know? Dudley flushed a mouse he found on your floor down the toilet and clogged it all up. You should really train that owl to leave her 'presents' in her cage. You didna try to use the bathroom did ya?"
"Of-of course not." He managed to get out, he couldn't believe he went through all of this toilet non-sense for nothing.
