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Lo, this is my first fic here so eh.. don't be too hard on me in the reviews, okay? ; It basically is just the third HP-film, but I didn't want to think up a plot for an own fic. After I finish this one, I might do the second and first film too, or think up a fic of my own.
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characers, neither do I own the plot, or the script.
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'Lumos Maxima!' A voice said, from the insides of a dark little room. A little light flickered and faded as soon as it came.
'Lumos Maxima!' The voice said again, again a light came and gone. Suddenly, the boy who the voice belonged to, fell down on his bed and pretended he was asleep, as his bedroom door opened. A big man was standing by it, checking from where the noise he heard came. As soon as the man left, the boy crawled underneath his blankets and pointed a wand at a book that layed there, opened.
'Lumos Maxima!' He said again, as another light came from the tip of his wand. It faded again immediately.
'Lumos Maxima!' The boy tried once more. A big burst of light filled his room, the boy smiled. Immediately after the light faded, he pretended the 'I ám asleep' thing again, as the man entered his room again. As he left, the boy grinned.
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'Harry! Harry! Open the door!' A woman's voice yelled as the doorbell rang. The same boy that was practising his Lumos Maxima spell last night, whose name seemed to be Harry, slowly opened the door, as the man and a woman with a bulldog rushed in. The woman didn't say a word to Harry and went straight to the living room. As the man wanted to follow her, Harry approached him, with a piece of parchment in his hands.
'Uncle Vernon, I need you to sign this form,' Harry said, as Uncle Vernon looked at him.
'What is it?' he asked.
'Nothing.. school-stuff,' Harry answered, knowing the answer would be a harsh 'no'.
'Later, perhaps.. if you behave,' Uncle Vernon replied as he entered the living room. Harry followed him and whispered a weak 'I will if she does,' luckily for him no one heard it.
'Here's my Dudley!' the woman yelled as she rushed to the over-sized boy, Harry's nephew, Dudley. Harry just gave them a blank stare and said nothing.
'You still here, are ya?' the woman said to him as she gave him an unworthy grin.
'.. Yes.' Harry simply replied.
'Don't say YES in such an ungrateful way. Good of my brother to keep you.. I'd send you straight to an orphanage if you landed on my doorstep.' She snapped at him. Uncle Vernon sorta dragged the woman to the kitchen, followed by the dog, Dudley, and his wife, Aunt Petunia.
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Once inside the kitchen, Harry had to do everything everyone wanted from him. While the woman, Marge, Aunt Petunia, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were filling themself up with food, Harry had to clean up the mess they made.
'Would you like some Brandy, Marge?' Uncle Vernon asked as he took a winebottle.
'Yes, a little bit. Only a little..' Marge replied, as Vernon filled up her glass with Brandy.
Marge ducked to the dog and held her glass next to it, saying 'Would the doggy like a little drop of Brandy,' while the dog drank it, 'Oh yes, a little drop is good.' Harry stared at her, probably thinking why the dog got something that he even couldn't get.
'What are you smoking at?' Marge snapped at him, staring at him with a foul look. Harry didn't reply and just cleaned the dishes, like he always did.
'Where did you send the boy, Vernon?' Marge asked.
'St. Brutus. It's a fine school for hopeless cases.' Vernon replied.
'Do they beat you up at the school, boy?' Marge asked, looking at Harry. Vernon also looked at him, with a face that said 'Better not screw this up, I'll kick your ass if you do'.
A little grin appeared on Harry's face, 'Oh yeah. Yeah, I've been beaten a loads of time.' He said.
'Good. I don't like it when people don't get hit when they deserve it,' Marge started, turning to Petunia. Harry turned around, still grinning, thinking 'how stupid can you get?'.
'But don't blame yourself for it, Petunia, it's all to do with blood, bad blood.' Harry's grin disappeared.
'What did his father do, Petunia?' Marge asked.
'Uh, nothing, he didn't work,' Petunia replied, trying to hide the fact he was a wizard.
'And a druk too, I suppose,' Marge said.
'That's a lie.' Harry reacted.
'What did you say?' Marge asked, a bit suprised of getting a reaction.
'My dad WASN'T a drunk!' Harry yelled at her, he turned around and looked at Marge's glass. He focused on it, suddenly it bursted to pieces.
'Oh!' Marge said, while everyone at the table, except for Dudley, was staring at Marge or Harry.
'Don't worry Petunia, I have a very firm grip,' Marge said.
'I think it's time you went to bed,' Vernon snapped at Harry.
'Quiet Vernon! You,' Marge started, pointing at Harry, 'Clean it up,' and Harry had nothing to do but clean it up.
'Actually, it has nothing to do with the father, it's all to do with the mother. You see it all the times with dogs, too, if there's something wrong with the bitch, there's something wrong with the pup.' Marge said, Harry threw the towel he was cleaning up with on the ground and yelled, 'Shut up! Shut UP!' at Marge. She smiled. Harry really was furious, a wind started blowing through the entire kitchen.
'Right. Let me tell you,' Marge started, rising her finger. Harry stared at it, suddenly it started to become larger. Marge also stared at her finger that kept growing in size, followed by her arm and finally her whole body blew up. Her chair bursted to pieces and she floated up. Harry quickly ran upstairs and started packing his suitcase, with his fury still not gone. He kicked against everything that he could, while he heard Uncle Vernon screaming 'Noooo! Marge!'. He looked outside his window. Suddenly he started grinning as he dropped himself onto his bed. There, at his window, was 'Aunt' Marge. Floating.
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A/N: Okay I know it's short, but I kinda think the parts at the Dursleys are the most boring of the entire movie. So, yeah, I kinda rushed through it. I don't like the Knight Bus either, or Diagon Alley, so yeah that will be short too. Around part four {4} it'll start being longer.. I hope.
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