2. Allow
(This is set during the summer after Harry's second year at Hogwarts.)
'Get up!' Uncle Vernon roared into Dudley's old bedroom.
Harry had already been awake for quite some time now, but he was rather enjoying just lying in his bed.
'Get up, now!' he repeated as he unlocked the bedroom door from the outside, 'Breakfast isn't going to cook itself!'
It was too soon into the day for Harry to start an argument with Uncle Vernon so he quickly got out of his room and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
'What do you want?' Harry asked bitterly
'Pardon?' asked Uncle Vernon caustically
'What would you like to eat, sir?' Harry inquired innocently
'Don't be smart with me, boy! Stop playing about and make us all bacon and eggs!' Spat Uncle Vernon, ' You can have some of what's left over.'
'Not much then,' muttered Harry. Luckily no one in the kitchen heard his remark, 'What way do you want your eggs?'
'Scrambled,' said Uncle Vernon shortly, 'Will you just get a move on, I'm starving!'
'As always,' Harry mumbled, a little bit louder this time
'What was that?'
'I didn't say anything,' lied Harry
He got a the bacon, eggs and milk out of the fridge and placed them on the counter. He got a frying pan and a saucepan out of the cupboard and set them on the cooker. He decided to start with the scrambled egg, as it would take longer. He kept himself busy with the cooking, as to avoid conversation with the Dursley's.
Harry glanced over his shoulder to see the usual scene. Uncle Vernon reading the Sunday morning newspaper, Aunt Petunia unnecessarily cleaning the kitchen and Dudley sitting at the table, knife and fork in hand, staring at the frying pan eagerly awaiting breakfast.
Harry declared that breakfast was ready and served up the plates. These days, Dudley's plate was just as full as his fathers.
Dudley barely waited until the plate hit the table until he tucked in.
Uncle Vernon glared at Harry as his food was brought to him and Aunt Petunia ingored his existance.
'Best get started with the dishes,' ordered Aunt Petunia, ' They aren't - '
' - going to do themselves, I know!' roared Harry
Aunt Petunia looked as though someone had just poured a glass of Butterbeer over her. Or said the 'm' word.
Uncle Vernon put down his knife and fork and joined his wife in shock.
'What?' Harry started, 'Don't you expect me to know that the dishes can't possibly do themselves without magic? And I'm sure we are all aware that the Ministry of Magic doesn't allow underage wizards to do magic outside of Hogwarts. Therefore the dishes cannot do themselves.'
'Right, that's it!' snarled Uncle Vernon, 'Straight to your room!'