It was the summer after Harry's 4th year at Hogwarts. He was back at the Dursley's.......and Dudley was in an even fouler mood because of his diet. Although his mother had made him stick to a diet the summer before, he had managed to sneak in a few snacks now and then......well, maybe FEW isn't the right word! Anyway, Harry was staying out of his way as much as he could.
One morning, however, a strangled yell and an almighty THUMP came from Dudley's room. Being the overly-doting mother that she was, Aunt Pentunia came flying into the room. "What is it, Dinky Duddydums?!" she shrieked. But then she saw - to her horror, Dudley's bed was now at least four times smaller than it normally was, so of course Dudley had fallen out.
Knowing what this meant, Aunt Petunia fainted.
Uncle Vernon came running into the room. "Great Scott!" he bellowed. He swung around to Harry, who had come in behind him. Harry was swallowing his laughter. "WHAT DID YOU DO, BOY?!?!?!" he shouted at Harry.
"I didn't do anything," said Harry truthfully. "You remember after my first year at Hog- er, two summers ago when I got that letter saying I couldn't do magic outside of school." Uncle Vernon was so preoccupied with Dudley's problem and his fainted wife that he didn't bother to yell at Harry for saying 'magic' in his house.
Dudley was sitting on the floor, dazed. "I didn't do anything either!" he exclaimed. "I was just really mad 'cos my Mars bar melted - "He stopped, realizing he had given himself away - again.Uncle Vernon scowled at him.
Suddenly, Harry remembered what Hagrid had said to him on his 11th birthday a few years ago, when he was trying to convince him that he was, indeed, a wizard. "Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?" he had said.
It was as if some one had flicked on a light in Harry's brain. He knew what this meant - and he was horrified.
Dudley was a wizard!
It appeared that Uncle Vernon had also realized what this meant, because his already ruddy face turned a gross shade of off-white. "Not another one!" he moaned.
Aunt Petunia stirred and sat up. She looked around, and when she saw Dudley's shrunken bed, she burst into hysterical sobs. "Oh Vernon!" she wailed. "Oh, how coukd this happen???"
"What?!" yelped Dudley. "How could what happen?? What are you guys talking about?"
Seeing that his Smeltings stick (his fourth one - he had broken the others) was in sight and Dudley could easily reach it, Uncle Vernon said carefully, "Er, Dudders? How would you like to come along on a ride to the bakery with me? I'll tell you on the way." His diet seemed to have been forgotten.
"OK, then...." said Dudley, obviously confused. "I'll...er, just get dressed then...."
Everyone trooped out of the room. Harry dashed to his room, grabbed a bit aof parchment and a quill, and wrote a note:
Ron -
Guess what - Dudley's a wizard!! I know, I can't believe it either. This morning there was this huge thump and it turned out that he had shrunken his bed because he was mad about his candy bar melting. I hope he doesn't get into Hogwarts...but I doubt it, he's such a dim bulb.
See you later,
Harry
Harry wrote to Hermione and Sirius too. He could hear Aunt Petunia wailing the whole time. Harry remarked to himself that it was remarkable that someone could cry non-stop for at least ten minutes.
After a little while, Harry heard Dudley and Uncle Vernon leave. He knew that it was extremely doubtful that they would bring him back anything from the bakery, but that was no problem - knowing of his lack of food problems, Ron, Hermione, Hagrid and Sirius had been mailing him food often. He had discovered anthor highly-useful loose floorboard in his room, so he kept the food under there.
About twenty minutes later, the front door banged open, and Harry cringed hearing the door bounce off the wall, no doubt leaving a mark. Aunt Petunia would probably make him clean it.
Then he heard a bellow from downstairs. "MMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Dudley had, no doubt, heard the news.
Aunt Petunia went flying downstairs, followed closely by Harry.
After about half an hour of hysterics and doughnut, Dudley and Uncle Vernon finally stopped bellowing and Aunt Petunia stopped wailing.
Just then, an unfamiliar owl swooped through the window. It was too early for it to be a letter from Hogwarts, so that meant it was probably not for Harry......
One morning, however, a strangled yell and an almighty THUMP came from Dudley's room. Being the overly-doting mother that she was, Aunt Pentunia came flying into the room. "What is it, Dinky Duddydums?!" she shrieked. But then she saw - to her horror, Dudley's bed was now at least four times smaller than it normally was, so of course Dudley had fallen out.
Knowing what this meant, Aunt Petunia fainted.
Uncle Vernon came running into the room. "Great Scott!" he bellowed. He swung around to Harry, who had come in behind him. Harry was swallowing his laughter. "WHAT DID YOU DO, BOY?!?!?!" he shouted at Harry.
"I didn't do anything," said Harry truthfully. "You remember after my first year at Hog- er, two summers ago when I got that letter saying I couldn't do magic outside of school." Uncle Vernon was so preoccupied with Dudley's problem and his fainted wife that he didn't bother to yell at Harry for saying 'magic' in his house.
Dudley was sitting on the floor, dazed. "I didn't do anything either!" he exclaimed. "I was just really mad 'cos my Mars bar melted - "He stopped, realizing he had given himself away - again.Uncle Vernon scowled at him.
Suddenly, Harry remembered what Hagrid had said to him on his 11th birthday a few years ago, when he was trying to convince him that he was, indeed, a wizard. "Never made things happen when you was scared or angry?" he had said.
It was as if some one had flicked on a light in Harry's brain. He knew what this meant - and he was horrified.
Dudley was a wizard!
It appeared that Uncle Vernon had also realized what this meant, because his already ruddy face turned a gross shade of off-white. "Not another one!" he moaned.
Aunt Petunia stirred and sat up. She looked around, and when she saw Dudley's shrunken bed, she burst into hysterical sobs. "Oh Vernon!" she wailed. "Oh, how coukd this happen???"
"What?!" yelped Dudley. "How could what happen?? What are you guys talking about?"
Seeing that his Smeltings stick (his fourth one - he had broken the others) was in sight and Dudley could easily reach it, Uncle Vernon said carefully, "Er, Dudders? How would you like to come along on a ride to the bakery with me? I'll tell you on the way." His diet seemed to have been forgotten.
"OK, then...." said Dudley, obviously confused. "I'll...er, just get dressed then...."
Everyone trooped out of the room. Harry dashed to his room, grabbed a bit aof parchment and a quill, and wrote a note:
Ron -
Guess what - Dudley's a wizard!! I know, I can't believe it either. This morning there was this huge thump and it turned out that he had shrunken his bed because he was mad about his candy bar melting. I hope he doesn't get into Hogwarts...but I doubt it, he's such a dim bulb.
See you later,
Harry
Harry wrote to Hermione and Sirius too. He could hear Aunt Petunia wailing the whole time. Harry remarked to himself that it was remarkable that someone could cry non-stop for at least ten minutes.
After a little while, Harry heard Dudley and Uncle Vernon leave. He knew that it was extremely doubtful that they would bring him back anything from the bakery, but that was no problem - knowing of his lack of food problems, Ron, Hermione, Hagrid and Sirius had been mailing him food often. He had discovered anthor highly-useful loose floorboard in his room, so he kept the food under there.
About twenty minutes later, the front door banged open, and Harry cringed hearing the door bounce off the wall, no doubt leaving a mark. Aunt Petunia would probably make him clean it.
Then he heard a bellow from downstairs. "MMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUUUUMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!" Dudley had, no doubt, heard the news.
Aunt Petunia went flying downstairs, followed closely by Harry.
After about half an hour of hysterics and doughnut, Dudley and Uncle Vernon finally stopped bellowing and Aunt Petunia stopped wailing.
Just then, an unfamiliar owl swooped through the window. It was too early for it to be a letter from Hogwarts, so that meant it was probably not for Harry......