Dudley Dursley and the Saturday of Boredom
Rated K+
Description: This is so short. It is just a story of Dudley and Harry dealing with boredom. After Dudley has a fit over a TV report, Harry appears just to tell us what he has to do.
A nine year old Dudley plopped his lazy bottom on the stairs. "Mum," he screamed. "I'm bored!" The child tapped his feet and tried to sing a song. The result was sawdust landing on his cousin's head and The Beetles being belted out in a shrill, off-key style. Below the fat boy's butt, a skinny, leggy pre-teenager named Harry Potter sighed before shaking off his shirt and blankets. He pulled the metal cord on his lamp light and scampered out to the hall. Just at the moment, the beautiful Petunia Evans Dursley burst through the kitchen door to check on her son.
"Babe," she said. "I know you're bored. It's summer and the temps are sweltering. What would you like to do?" The boy just pointed out the flour stuck on his mother's pink apron. "I don't know!" Dudley exclaimed. "I'm so bloody bored I can't even do thinking." Mr. Vernon Dursley huffed and grunted as he entered the room, slouched to the recliner and switched on the television. The news flickered bright as the June sun. "New poll," informed the reporter, "Says that pure, utter boredom is sweeping across Britain. Why is this generation uninterested in summer's frolicking?" Dudley lost it. "Good God, DAD," he screamed. "You guys always make it worse." With that, the spoiled young man stormed up the stairs. The door to his huge room slammed shut. Harry appeared meekly. "What are you wantin'?" Uncle Vernon barked, still grasping the remote. The woman grabbed his collar. "I," said Harry. "Just gotta pee."