Again, I got some positive reviews. You asked me to keep up the good work, and I will try my best to. I apologize again for the spelling mistakes. Well, here it is, the chapter you've been waiting for, for a long time (Well, just a day, but still...).

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry P. or Dedalus Diggle. The rest is mine. I'm so proud, sniff.

Chapter 3: The Barbie museum

Harry, Aunt Retardia, Uncle Hernun and Dudley went to the Barbie museum for Dudley's birthday, which was today. Harry thought it was incredibly boring. Dudley did not. (A/N: Just so you know, I don't have any Barbies and I'm also not obsessed by them. I'm a thirteen year old male and I just needed something that was too frickin crazy for words).

"Look Daddy, this Barbie is cool. Make it move dad, Make it move." Dudley, even though she was almost in high school, did not know that Barbies couldn't move, no matter how cool they were. The reason: Dudley had the IQ-rating of an extremely dull-witted, dead behind of an extremely dumb and slow to understand poodle (A/N: No offense against poodles).

But… Dudley, I can't make it move. It's a…" Uncle Hernun tried to explain to Dudley, taken aback. But he was roughly cut off.

"I want it to MOVE! Make it move. Make it move or I'll broke everything I see. And I'll also broke the things I can't see." (A/N: I'll broke was not a spelling mistake of mine, but of Dudley's. So don't get me wrong).

"Ehm, hey, look over there Dudley. It's an Ice-cream bar. How about I get you fifteen all double flavored ones." This was Uncle Hernun's way to distract Dudley from something when she got mad. This is why he always took Dudley to places where you could get Ice-cream, pancakes or french fries when it was her birthday.

"Mmmm," Dudley seemed to be thinking very hard, "I want twenty, daddy. I want twenty Ice-creams." Dudley demanded.

Of course honey, of course you'll get twenty. And you know why? Because you're daddy's little pumpkin." Uncle Hernun gladly accepted. He knew all too well how much damage Dudley could do once she was angry. And twenty extremely huge Ice-creams was a low price to pay to stop it. They set off towards the Ice-cream bar together.

Harry took a look at Dudley's so called cool Barbie. He thought it was hideous. Then something strange happened.

The Barbie looked up at him and said, "Hello."

Harry was taken aback by the speaking Barbie and couldn't say a thing. The Barbie continued to speak. "Can you please get me out of this cage?" And she waved her hand, indicating the glass box she was in. Then Harry felt something heavy colliding with his shoulder and the next thing he knew he was lying on the ground.

"Mom, Dad, look! It's moving." Dudley called to her parents. At that moment Harry felt a huge repulsion against his cousin. Then the glass vanished and Dudley fell forward, knocking the Barbie out of the way and landing on the pedestal in its place. When Dudley tried to crawl off the pedestal again the glass was back.

The Barbie that had just fallen from the pedestal came walking towards Harry and said, "My Ken! Sigh." Then she ran away.

When Harry looked back at his hated relatives he saw that his fat cousin was still inside the glass box on top of the pedestal, running out of air. He saw that his aunt was crying and telling the caretaker to get her little, cute whatever she said out of the box. And then he saw his massive uncle coming towards him, raising his massive fists.

"This is your bloody fault. And you're gonna pay for it." He panted.

"But I didn't do anything." Harry exclaimed.

"Oh, yes you did. You just don't know it."

Thanks for reading my story, I hope you liked it. Now, It's time for R&R. Please don't be too hard.