Harry Potter and the vampires ring.
"HARRY POTTER!!!WAKE UP AND GET OUT OF BED!!"
Uncle Vernon screamed from the bottom of the stairs. Let me guess it's past nine o clock on a Sunday morning, am I not allowed even one uninterrupted dream? Harry thought.
Uncle Vernon burst through the attic door. They couldn't even spare enough money to get a proper door, its one where you lift up, it was the lid type, the attic was horrible to think because it wasn't even converted it was all spider invested and spider-web invested.
Uncle Vernon pulled off the very thin scruffy blanket to reveal a very tired-looking Harry. "What have I told you boy?"
"Not to enjoy my Sunday morning?" Harry breathed.
"What was that boy?"Uncle Vernon said through gritted teeth.
"Nothing, I just said I'll get up now."
Harry and his, purple-faced uncle looked at another a moment or two. Then he got up and kicked aside a few boxes of Christmas decorations and found his, scruffy five pound, shoes.
" They are very expensive decorations Potter." Uncle Vernon said while closing the attic. Harry never knew why he had to live with the Dursleys and he didn't want to know. All he knew is that things aren't what they seem. For example, everybody had normal dreams you know, with bunnies and flowers and crap. But not Harry he has dreams where things don't exactly make sense, all he sees is a flash of yellow and a scream of terror. He saw nothing but figures blurred with fast movement as they struggled against a tall pale white other was that he could read peoples mind,well he wasnt sure on that one yet because it was just recent, but he was entirly sure he was hearing something. As he walked into the kitchen he noticed Uncle Vernons voice, but he wasnt talking, well at least he wasnt talking when Harry looked at him , but he might have been talking before Harry looked at him. " Cook the breakfast Dudly shall be home soon, I want all of his favourites- Chips, cake and a big fry." Aunt Petunia said coldly towards him. Dudly had been at fat camp all summer- curtosy of the private school he went to, Petunia had been arguing strongly at this motion but the school threatened using legal action against the family. Well this was good because Dudly was fifteen stone for a twelve years old. Something like that shouldnt be.
" Now Petunia, you know what the school said, if he comes back with as nearly as much fat " Uncle Vernon said but cut off when he got to the word fat and snorted. " They will use legal action against us. The camp he went to has said he has made great progress but has been caught sneaking food in his room. But we shouldt tempt him- we should keep up his diet."