Dudley smirked as he logged into his e-mail account. He was quite sure that people would enjoy
the fic he had posted under 'Short Stories.'
Seeing several e-mails from xing, his smile (A/N CAN Dudley smile?) widened. Clicking on the first one, he read the
contents in shock.
'u ideit, get a life.
U arnt realy Harry Potters cusin.'
Surely this person was joking. The next one would be better.
'Come ON! Even if
you were HP's cousin, this fic should be under the HP section. Boy, I am looking forward to reading the
flames you get.'
No. This wasn't
happening.
'Ha! You seem to
know a lot about the books for such an obvious Harry-hater. You are going to be flamed
sooooooooooooooooooooooooo badly.'
That was all the reviews.
Dudley sat there in absolute amazement and anger. What were they talking about? He had believed that all the readers would sympathize
with him; it wasn't every kid who had to put up with a magical cousin. And what was more… they all seemed to
know who Harry was.
Books. Someone had
mentioned books. As it was a signed
review, Dudley clicked on the name and saw, to his fury, numerous fics… about
Harry! In fact, if his eyes weren't deceiving
him, there was a whole section devoted to his cousin! What was going on here?
He stared at the screen in helplessness…
Okay, that was it.
This is my first HP fic, so feel free to flame. But please don't. Because I'm sure you don't want to meet my good friend the fire chief.
