Harry Potter and the Vigorous, Violent Venus Flytrap
It was an ordinary day for fifteen-year-old Harry Potter. His birthday approached swiftly, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia gave him the annual pair of socks. It shocked Harry, because instead of Vernon's old socks, they were newly bought from the department store.
"What's going on? Why are these new?" he asked. Uncle Vernon didn't bother looking up at him. Aunt Petunia stirred her tea and stared at her Gossip Weekly.
"We bought them for Duddy-kins, but he didn't want them. He has sensitive feet!" muttered Aunt Petunia stealing a loving glance at her killer-whale shaped son. Dudley groaned.
"Mum!" he said. He would have said more, but when Aunt Petunia placed some cinnamon buns in front of him, Dudley forgot about everything and swallowed the fourteen cinnamon buns all at once. Harry didn't bother hiding his laughter.
"Go to your room!" yelled Uncle Vernon for no good reason. Harry shrugged and began to go upstairs. What's the point of staying anyway?
When he got to his room, Hedwig dutifully screeched until Harry opened his window. There was a parcel in Hedwig's claws.
"What've you got there, Hedwig?" asked Harry. He tried to push away some of his untidy, black hair out of his eyes. Hedwig placed the parcel on Harry's poor excuse for a desk. Harry stared at it until his adolescent curiosity got the best of him. He opened the parcel and... looked at a miniature Venus Flytrap.
"What the hell?" muttered Harry. There was a card, but it was obviously store-bought. There was a picture of a teddy bear holding a balloon on it. Harry opened it and inside... it was blank. Someone had gotten a card and not bothered writing in it. He took his wand out of his back pocket and pointed at the cheesy, yet, mysterious card and said, "Aparecium," softly. The card began to light up, but after several seconds, nothing happened. Harry stared at the plant and shrugged. "I tried," he said plainly. Honestly, it wasn't a plant. Who cares who sent it? As he turned to leave his room, he felt a sharp sting on his back. Harry whirled around to find the Venus Flytrap staring at him... with eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL!" exclaimed Harry. The Flytrap made a face.
"Honestly, you humans have no manners at all! This is the second time you've cursed, my boy!" said the plant. Harry didn't know what shocked him more. That the plant talked... or that the plant was telling him off for manners.
To be continued...