Harry was back at the Dursleys. Thankfully they allowed him permission to
spend more then half the summer at the burrow. Maybe next year they would
allow Harry to live with the Weasleys. Harry's uncle for one wouldn't mind
him being out of the house for good. Harry's uncle, Uncle Vernon, was a
mean large man who worked with drills. He had hardly any neck and turned
purple in the face over every small thing Harry did. Although Harry
suggested the idea of him spending more then half the summer at burrow, his
uncle strutted around like he was the one who thought of the idea to rid
Harry of the summer. The reason being Dudley's new girlfriend. Lucky for
Harry they would only see each other once before he left. The occasion
would be a dinner party with his cousin, aunt, uncle, and the girls'
parents. Harry couldn't wait to get a gander of the girl Aunt Petunia
described as 'The perfect girl angel for her perfect boy angel.' His Aunt
Petunia, a tall, long necked woman, seemed to have the crazy idea Dudley
looked like a baby angel. And Harry many a times corrected her in his head
as 'a large pink pig with wings.'
Finally the big night arrived and Dudley was sweating bullets. Harry did hate his cousin and wanted to make his life miserable but he couldn't help but feel sorry for Dudley. Puberty hadn't taken kindly to him and behind his parents' back he was trying like a maniac to lose weight. Now he had a girlfriend. 'My little duddykins is all grown up!' he said to himself mimicking aunt Petunia. He promised that he wouldn't bother Dudley unless Dudley bothered him. Besides, if he acted up Uncle Vernon had a friend from the hospital of mentally ill teenagers, and threatened Harry that if he dare ruined Dudley's big night, he would be on the first bus there. Harry couldn't help but get scared, over the past years his uncle had become meaner and larger. Perhaps it was partly because he was retiring and was apparently being teased for being a big old buffoon at work by the young interns, judging by the horrible stories his uncle would tell his aunt after a long days work. Hedwig was hooting happily in her cage when the doorbell rang. Harry got up from his bed and opened the window then Hedwigs cage.
"Here is a letter for Ron, bring it to him and do whatever he says." Hedwig hooted then took flight. Downstairs Uncle Vernon called to him.
"Harry, please come down and meet Ingrid and her lovely family!" he said in a fake affectionate voice. Harry was wearing something nice for a change. And his hair was surprisingly staying put nicely.
"Showtime," he said to himself and walked down the stairs. Harry spotted Ingrid talking with Dudley. Yes, perfect for him. They were both the same size, and had blonde hair. Only Ingrids was far longer and much more curly. Her large rosy cheeks looked as if they were full of nuts. Aunt Petunia was talking rapidly with a larger version of Ingrid. Ingrids mother, he guessed.
"Hello," Harry said and the room fell silent. Uncle Vernon coughed and smiled at Ingrids dad.
"Er, Harry, this is Mr. Scher. Geoff, may I call you Geoff? This is Dudleys favorite cousin, Harry." Harry stuck out his hand and shook with Mr. Scher.
"You have a lovely daughter, Dudley is quite lucky to end up with her. I wish them a long relationship. Aunt Petunia squealed with delight and Mrs. Scher walked over with a big grin on her face.
"Well aren't you the little gentleman! You and Dudley could pass for brothers with those manners you both have."
'Oh god, never in a million years,' Harry thought shaking Mrs. Schers hand with a smile. Ingrid and Dudley walked over hand in hand.
"I'm Ingrid, its nice to meet you. I just adore your cousin!" She said leaning on him, looking into Dudleys blue eyes with her brown ones. Harry chuckled a bit.
"Well he's a fine young lad, any girl would be lucky to get him." Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Then again he thought about the whole week in Hogsemeade that he forgot to mention to his uncle. He had to sign the permission form, a new one. And since his godfather was gone, he would have to turn to his uncle. Plus its not everyday Dudley gets a girlfriend, and if Harry did something to break them up not only would Aunt Petunia lock him up and Uncle Vernon call his friend at the insane asylum, but Dudley would beat the shit out of him until there was nothing left. Something Harry did NOT need. After half an hour of mindless chitchat in the living room, Aunt Petunia announced it was time for dinner and everyone took his or her place at the table. Dudley and Ingrid sitting next to each other, and just so Harry wouldn't make a move on Dudleys girlfriend, Harry next to Dudley. He swore to his aunt and uncle he wouldn't make a move on anyone but they were convinced that he would turn her drink into a love potion. Harry didn't even know how to make a love potion; nevertheless he didn't want to start yet another fight. He was trying to make the time he did spend with his dreaded family wasn't bad.
The main coarse was a large turkey his aunt had been talking about for days. It was large and big enough for at least half the Gryffindor students. There were also piles of peas, string beans, and steamy spinach. Harry was surprised at the wonderful taste of it all and actually complimented his aunt. (What fine manners indeed! Said a pleased Mrs.Scher) Dudley and Ingrid finished their meals and were excused. Harry excused himself, but only after telling his aunt the dishes were his tonight. Uncle Vernon gazed at Harry oddly, as if he was acting too kind. In the living room Dudley and Ingrid were kissing, if you could call it that. Harry guess neither had much experience but then again none of that was his business. He started for the stairs when Dudley muttered a thanks between sloppy licks. Uncle Vernon walked into the living room, smiling at his son proudly then following Harry to his room. Harry walked in when the door shut behind him. Startled, he whipped around to see his uncle.
"What are you getting at boy? Being all manner like, complimenting your aunt, even offering to wash the dishes yourself! What has gotten into you?" His uncle was now in his face. Harry slowly backed away and sat on his bed. "I feel like being nice. I mean its not everyday Dudley has a girlfriend, and I was hoping if I was good and showed manners you would sign this slip for me to spend a whole week in Ho- a little village we often visit on the weekends." He explained handing his uncle the slip. Harry remembered what happened that last time he asked his uncle to sign a slip. He didn't even want to think of it so he quickly shut the thought out of his mind. After reading the paper twice his uncle spoke.
"Fine, only because you didn't ruin Dudleys special night." His uncle pulled a pen from his pocket and leaned on Harrys desk and signed his name. After looking over it again, he folded it and handed it to his nephew.
"There. Now stay in your room the rest of the night. You don't want to spoil anything now do you? I'll just say you aren't feeling your best. A simple yet believable story. Er- goodnight Harry. I'll see you next summer then." And with that his uncle left the room. Harry had totally forgot the Weasleys would be coming for him early the next morning. His three weeks at the Dursleys was up. Harry took out his trunk from his closet. The Dursleys granted permission for him to keep his school things in his room. They needed the cupboard for Dudley's new obsession with this little card game. He needed a place to store his thousands upon thousands of cards he had collected during Harrys fifth year at Hogwarts. Three hours passed, Harry was packed and he could hear the Schers leaving. Tomorrow he would be going to the burrow. His second favorite place next to Hogwarts. Harry turned off the lights and climbed into bed. He would see Ron and Hermione and Fred and George and Fred and Ginny and. . . He drifted into a deep sleep before he could name everyone.
Finally the big night arrived and Dudley was sweating bullets. Harry did hate his cousin and wanted to make his life miserable but he couldn't help but feel sorry for Dudley. Puberty hadn't taken kindly to him and behind his parents' back he was trying like a maniac to lose weight. Now he had a girlfriend. 'My little duddykins is all grown up!' he said to himself mimicking aunt Petunia. He promised that he wouldn't bother Dudley unless Dudley bothered him. Besides, if he acted up Uncle Vernon had a friend from the hospital of mentally ill teenagers, and threatened Harry that if he dare ruined Dudley's big night, he would be on the first bus there. Harry couldn't help but get scared, over the past years his uncle had become meaner and larger. Perhaps it was partly because he was retiring and was apparently being teased for being a big old buffoon at work by the young interns, judging by the horrible stories his uncle would tell his aunt after a long days work. Hedwig was hooting happily in her cage when the doorbell rang. Harry got up from his bed and opened the window then Hedwigs cage.
"Here is a letter for Ron, bring it to him and do whatever he says." Hedwig hooted then took flight. Downstairs Uncle Vernon called to him.
"Harry, please come down and meet Ingrid and her lovely family!" he said in a fake affectionate voice. Harry was wearing something nice for a change. And his hair was surprisingly staying put nicely.
"Showtime," he said to himself and walked down the stairs. Harry spotted Ingrid talking with Dudley. Yes, perfect for him. They were both the same size, and had blonde hair. Only Ingrids was far longer and much more curly. Her large rosy cheeks looked as if they were full of nuts. Aunt Petunia was talking rapidly with a larger version of Ingrid. Ingrids mother, he guessed.
"Hello," Harry said and the room fell silent. Uncle Vernon coughed and smiled at Ingrids dad.
"Er, Harry, this is Mr. Scher. Geoff, may I call you Geoff? This is Dudleys favorite cousin, Harry." Harry stuck out his hand and shook with Mr. Scher.
"You have a lovely daughter, Dudley is quite lucky to end up with her. I wish them a long relationship. Aunt Petunia squealed with delight and Mrs. Scher walked over with a big grin on her face.
"Well aren't you the little gentleman! You and Dudley could pass for brothers with those manners you both have."
'Oh god, never in a million years,' Harry thought shaking Mrs. Schers hand with a smile. Ingrid and Dudley walked over hand in hand.
"I'm Ingrid, its nice to meet you. I just adore your cousin!" She said leaning on him, looking into Dudleys blue eyes with her brown ones. Harry chuckled a bit.
"Well he's a fine young lad, any girl would be lucky to get him." Harry couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. Then again he thought about the whole week in Hogsemeade that he forgot to mention to his uncle. He had to sign the permission form, a new one. And since his godfather was gone, he would have to turn to his uncle. Plus its not everyday Dudley gets a girlfriend, and if Harry did something to break them up not only would Aunt Petunia lock him up and Uncle Vernon call his friend at the insane asylum, but Dudley would beat the shit out of him until there was nothing left. Something Harry did NOT need. After half an hour of mindless chitchat in the living room, Aunt Petunia announced it was time for dinner and everyone took his or her place at the table. Dudley and Ingrid sitting next to each other, and just so Harry wouldn't make a move on Dudleys girlfriend, Harry next to Dudley. He swore to his aunt and uncle he wouldn't make a move on anyone but they were convinced that he would turn her drink into a love potion. Harry didn't even know how to make a love potion; nevertheless he didn't want to start yet another fight. He was trying to make the time he did spend with his dreaded family wasn't bad.
The main coarse was a large turkey his aunt had been talking about for days. It was large and big enough for at least half the Gryffindor students. There were also piles of peas, string beans, and steamy spinach. Harry was surprised at the wonderful taste of it all and actually complimented his aunt. (What fine manners indeed! Said a pleased Mrs.Scher) Dudley and Ingrid finished their meals and were excused. Harry excused himself, but only after telling his aunt the dishes were his tonight. Uncle Vernon gazed at Harry oddly, as if he was acting too kind. In the living room Dudley and Ingrid were kissing, if you could call it that. Harry guess neither had much experience but then again none of that was his business. He started for the stairs when Dudley muttered a thanks between sloppy licks. Uncle Vernon walked into the living room, smiling at his son proudly then following Harry to his room. Harry walked in when the door shut behind him. Startled, he whipped around to see his uncle.
"What are you getting at boy? Being all manner like, complimenting your aunt, even offering to wash the dishes yourself! What has gotten into you?" His uncle was now in his face. Harry slowly backed away and sat on his bed. "I feel like being nice. I mean its not everyday Dudley has a girlfriend, and I was hoping if I was good and showed manners you would sign this slip for me to spend a whole week in Ho- a little village we often visit on the weekends." He explained handing his uncle the slip. Harry remembered what happened that last time he asked his uncle to sign a slip. He didn't even want to think of it so he quickly shut the thought out of his mind. After reading the paper twice his uncle spoke.
"Fine, only because you didn't ruin Dudleys special night." His uncle pulled a pen from his pocket and leaned on Harrys desk and signed his name. After looking over it again, he folded it and handed it to his nephew.
"There. Now stay in your room the rest of the night. You don't want to spoil anything now do you? I'll just say you aren't feeling your best. A simple yet believable story. Er- goodnight Harry. I'll see you next summer then." And with that his uncle left the room. Harry had totally forgot the Weasleys would be coming for him early the next morning. His three weeks at the Dursleys was up. Harry took out his trunk from his closet. The Dursleys granted permission for him to keep his school things in his room. They needed the cupboard for Dudley's new obsession with this little card game. He needed a place to store his thousands upon thousands of cards he had collected during Harrys fifth year at Hogwarts. Three hours passed, Harry was packed and he could hear the Schers leaving. Tomorrow he would be going to the burrow. His second favorite place next to Hogwarts. Harry turned off the lights and climbed into bed. He would see Ron and Hermione and Fred and George and Fred and Ginny and. . . He drifted into a deep sleep before he could name everyone.