THE NICE DURSLEYS
BY: Lady Weasley
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am mad that I cannot get my old computer to work with my new monitor and have been unable to retrieve the rest of 'BEST FRIENDS' and the other stories I have finished, sigh...this came to me in a dream, or my hair is braided too tight. What would happen if the Dursleys turned NICE?
Oh yeah, PLEASE read my other stories too! I'll mention you in later chapters if you do...
DISCLAIMER: Any characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, any you don't belong to me. Duh ;)
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The man chuckled from his windown vantage place as Vernon Dursley opened the package. "Champagne. Best I could get to celebrate your year at school, young man."
"Just a touch," horse-faced Petunia warned her husband. "Poor Diddly-dums might get sick."
Personally, the man at the window thought, chuckling, with his body mass he could take the whole bottle and still stay sober. He pointed his wand at the windown and muttered a few words as the bottle was opened. After the greedy Dursleys had finished it, tery went off to bed to prepare for their nephew's arrival home...
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"Don't let the Dursleys get you down," Hermione Granger patted her friend's back. "We'll send lots of owls."
Harry Potter sighed, face downcast. *Hopefully I can spend time at Ron's at the end of vacation.*
Ron was carrying Pig's cage as the owl hooted and flapped. "Mom said Dad would be late picking up me and Ginny. I think she is waiting til you get picked up, so if you don't you can come with us."
Harry's spirits lifted. "Good. I hope they don't."
"Me too," the fellow fifth year said.
But Harry's spirits dropped to basement level again, then he became very confused. He heard Aunt Petunia's voice, but it sounded....happy to see him. And there was Uncle Durs;ey and fat Dudley.
Harry found himself being hugged and kissed by his aunt, patted by his uncle and given jealous looks by his cousin. "Oh we missed you, Harry-kins!" Petunia squealed. "Vernon, Dudley-dims, get Harry's trunk and owl and carry them to the car." Noticing the three open mouths of Ron, Ginny and Hermione, she smiled. "And Harry will be in contact with you. His sixteenth birthday is coming up, and you MUST be there for his party!"
Meanwhile, Vernon had returned, as Arthur Weasley strode through the doors of King's Cross. He approached the red-haired man, who stepped back, slightly fearful, slightly curious. 'Mr. Weasley, correct? I would like to apologize for my behavior last time you visited. I was under much stress, and would like to invite you and your wife and children over for dinner one time, and show you Muggle inventions." He held out a hand.
Mr. Weasley took it, shocked. "but of course, Mr. Dursley, we accept. As long as you still have that eckletic fireplace?"
"Of course. Harry, Petunia is insisting on taking you shopping for new clothes. Come along, quickly now, God knows I hate shopping. When we get outside, let Hedwig out so she doesn't get asphyxiated."
A shocked and speechless Harry willingly followed his relatives outside, wondering if he was dreaming. Giving himself a sharp kick in the shins, he soon realized he wasn't...
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Next chapter - the Weasleys, Sirius Black and adoptions?! Stay tuned! Review if you like this story, five reviews until chapter #2!
BY: Lady Weasley
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am mad that I cannot get my old computer to work with my new monitor and have been unable to retrieve the rest of 'BEST FRIENDS' and the other stories I have finished, sigh...this came to me in a dream, or my hair is braided too tight. What would happen if the Dursleys turned NICE?
Oh yeah, PLEASE read my other stories too! I'll mention you in later chapters if you do...
DISCLAIMER: Any characters you recognize belong to J.K. Rowling, any you don't belong to me. Duh ;)
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The man chuckled from his windown vantage place as Vernon Dursley opened the package. "Champagne. Best I could get to celebrate your year at school, young man."
"Just a touch," horse-faced Petunia warned her husband. "Poor Diddly-dums might get sick."
Personally, the man at the window thought, chuckling, with his body mass he could take the whole bottle and still stay sober. He pointed his wand at the windown and muttered a few words as the bottle was opened. After the greedy Dursleys had finished it, tery went off to bed to prepare for their nephew's arrival home...
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"Don't let the Dursleys get you down," Hermione Granger patted her friend's back. "We'll send lots of owls."
Harry Potter sighed, face downcast. *Hopefully I can spend time at Ron's at the end of vacation.*
Ron was carrying Pig's cage as the owl hooted and flapped. "Mom said Dad would be late picking up me and Ginny. I think she is waiting til you get picked up, so if you don't you can come with us."
Harry's spirits lifted. "Good. I hope they don't."
"Me too," the fellow fifth year said.
But Harry's spirits dropped to basement level again, then he became very confused. He heard Aunt Petunia's voice, but it sounded....happy to see him. And there was Uncle Durs;ey and fat Dudley.
Harry found himself being hugged and kissed by his aunt, patted by his uncle and given jealous looks by his cousin. "Oh we missed you, Harry-kins!" Petunia squealed. "Vernon, Dudley-dims, get Harry's trunk and owl and carry them to the car." Noticing the three open mouths of Ron, Ginny and Hermione, she smiled. "And Harry will be in contact with you. His sixteenth birthday is coming up, and you MUST be there for his party!"
Meanwhile, Vernon had returned, as Arthur Weasley strode through the doors of King's Cross. He approached the red-haired man, who stepped back, slightly fearful, slightly curious. 'Mr. Weasley, correct? I would like to apologize for my behavior last time you visited. I was under much stress, and would like to invite you and your wife and children over for dinner one time, and show you Muggle inventions." He held out a hand.
Mr. Weasley took it, shocked. "but of course, Mr. Dursley, we accept. As long as you still have that eckletic fireplace?"
"Of course. Harry, Petunia is insisting on taking you shopping for new clothes. Come along, quickly now, God knows I hate shopping. When we get outside, let Hedwig out so she doesn't get asphyxiated."
A shocked and speechless Harry willingly followed his relatives outside, wondering if he was dreaming. Giving himself a sharp kick in the shins, he soon realized he wasn't...
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Next chapter - the Weasleys, Sirius Black and adoptions?! Stay tuned! Review if you like this story, five reviews until chapter #2!