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"GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!"
"I - I didn't mean to!" stammered Harry as he started to climb down the fire escape at the side of the kitchens at Little Whinging Primary School.
Standing at the bottom of the ladder was Miss Armstrong, who was the headmistress and probably the last person Harry would want to find him sitting on the chimney of the tallest building in the school. Standing just behind Mrs Armstrong was Harry's cousin Dudley and his gang. It's their fault I'm in trouble thought Harry as he jumped the last foot to the ground. He had been trying to hide from his cousin's gang all break time, and had been trying to jump behind the big bins behind the kitchen doors when he ended up on the chimney.
"Explain yourself Potter!" Miss Armstrong half shouted at him. She was a large woman in every sense of the word, about six feet tall and about half that wide. At the moment she was also the colour of a beetroot.
"I d - don't know what happened miss" said Harry looking at his shoes. "I was running away from them" pointing at Dudley and his gang, who suddenly stopped sneering at Harry and attempted to look innocent, "and then I ended up on the roof."
"You can't just end up on the roof Potter!" said Miss Armstrong, who was still livid but slowly returning to her normal colour. " You have to climb to do that. And you know the rules don't you Potter?"
"Yes miss."
"Well?" asked Mrs Armstrong.
"No using the fire escape unless there is a fire," said Harry dully.
"That's right. Well I think that we will have to send a letter to your parents this time Potter." said Mrs Armstrong obviously awaiting a response.
There was a pause.
"What I mean," she said quickly realising what she had just said, "is that a letter will be sent to your guardians. That means your Uncle and Aunt, am I right?"
"Yeah." said Harry, who was still looking determinedly at his shoes. She loves reminding me that I don't have any parents... I hate her he thought.
"Right then, and as it is nearly time for the end of break, you can come with me rather than going to your classroom." Then looking at Dudley, "Ah Mr Dursley, would you mind coming too?" she asked sweetly. "I will need you to take the letter to your parents."
"Of course Miss Armstrong" replied Dudley happily.
A few minutes later Harry and Dudley were sitting in Miss Armstrong's office, which was decorated with the end-of-year grades of each of the children in the school. Dudley was straining in his seat, trying to see what Miss Armstrong was writing on the school's headed notepaper and grinning nastily at Harry, who had his head in his hands and was looking miserable.
"Right," said Miss Armstrong signing the letter, folding it up and sealing in an envelope before handing it to Dudley, "this is to go to your mother and father. I don't want you opening and reading it before you give it to them (much to Dudley's audible disappointment), but I'm sure that you will hear much of its contents." At this she gave Harry a dirty look.
"I hope this will give you something to think about Mr Potter," she said as Dudley put the letter in his trouser pocket. "I'm sure that you will be much better behaved when you are back after the summer. You must remember that you will be among the oldest in the school, and as such you should be showing the younger pupils an example. This means no more funny behaviour on your part."
"And do try to do something about your hair!"