Harry swallowed another lump of mashed potato and stuffed another load in. Hen was aware of Ginny looking incredulously at him.
"God, Harry, you're worse than Ron!" she laughed. Harry swallowed and grinned.
"Old habits die hard. I had to fight Dudley for food. At least you knew you were being fed everyday!"
Ginny's smile faded.
"You- you didn't get to eat everyday?" Harry's smile died a bit too.
"Hows the training going?" he desperately tried to change the subject.
Ginny pursed her lips and resisted the urge to pile the last of the potatoes onto his plate.
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After Harry was asleep, Ginny got up and rang her brothers.
"Hello. We are egging someone's car. Bring eggs." she said this three times and hung up.
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Stanley was on the night shift in Sainsburys when a pretty red-haired woman walked in. She had stormed straight to the egg aisle and brought three packs of twelve. She dumped them down in front of him.
She glared at him and put a twenty down.
"Egging someone?" he joked, even though he was terrified.
"Yes, actually." she snapped. Stanley's eyes widened and he quickly scanned them and slid the change to her. She smiled tightly and swept out of the shop.
He was praying for that guy that night...
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Fred, George and Ron were gathered at the bottom of Privet Drive, looking anxiously for Ginny.
Finally, her beat-up car sped far too fast around the corner and screeched to a surprising smooth stop. The three brothers clustered around the window.
"Fred, the eggs are in the back. I hope you brought lots." Ron held up a stack of five sets of six. She nodded, getting out.
"This is the Dursley's," said George, following his little sister as she picked an egg from the carton.
She lined it up and nodded once.
"Why are we egging him?"
"Reasons involving Harry and food."
That was a good enough reason for them.
The next day.
Vernon Dursley walked outside, ready for another day at work.
He froze when he saw his car.
It had little pieces of egg shell on it and it stank to high heaven.
He yelled for Dudley and Petunia. They both stumbled out and gasped at the state of his car. Work car to be exact.
There was an owl, perched daintly on the wind-screen wiper. He was small and had blotches of black all over him. A letter was folded in his beak and the little bird dropped it and flew off. Vernon staggered forward and picked it up.
There was no writing on it, only a big smiley face. It had a little lightening scar on its head.
Needless to say, Vernon fainted and crushed Dudley, who, being the dead weight son he was, was still living at home.