A/N: I don't really have much to say. Pretty self explanatory at this point.
The Cousin-Who-Lived
A Memoir
Chapter 4:
When I got home from my third year at Smeltings, things had changed a bit around home. Apparently the nurse from school had called my mum and informed her that I was growing too large for the school uniforms. So from there-on-in, I (and the rest of the family) was on a diet. I didn't get my favorite foods anymore. Instead, I was forced to eat what my dad coined "rabbit food". I made it through the summer by smuggling donuts into my bedroom. Unfortunately, I was eventually found out. At the time, I was convinced that Harry had snitched me out, which truly makes no sense now. But I was positive that Harry had done it. I got so angry that I tossed my PlayStation out of my second floor window. Since that didn't change anything and I was still being forced to abide by the diet, I slowly came to the realization that whining and throwing a fit didn't get me everything that I wanted in life. I state it now plain as day, but this understanding took me the latter part of the summer to work out. I reached the conclusion that if I wanted something, I'd have to fight for it. I like to think that I grew as a person that summer…even if I did take it in the wrong direction over the course of the next school year…but moving on.
Harry had received post again, but only one letter this time instead of thousands. I tried to snoop and find out what my dad and Harry were talking about, but couldn't hear anything. Finally, Harry came barreling out of the living room with a huge grin on his face. Confusion lingered for about a day until I discovered that Harry was to be picked up in the near future by a bunch of his friends and that he'd be gone for the rest of the summer. I perked up at hearing this, thinking that I'd get to eat his food portion. The mood in the house was tense and I was terrified as we waited for the wizards to arrive.
And arrive they did, in force. In true not-normal style, four men with red hair literally exploded out of the fireplace. Scared stiff, my family said nothing as Harry gathered his things and packed to go. One of the boys dropped a bag of sweets and my stomach growled. I bent to the ground and crawled over to one that he had missed in his scramble to pick them all back up. I knew that I shouldn't, but I quickly stuffed it into my mouth in the hopes that mum wouldn't see me breaking the diet while she was distracted by the other people in the living room. Turns out that hoping didn't do much good as my tongue quickly turned purple and elongated to four feet long, gaining the attention of my mother. With my parents freaking out and the wizard trying to fix it, confusion ran rampant and it took a while to get my tongue back to normal.
Apologizing profusely, the wizard took to the flames and I cried as my mum tried to comfort me. It took me a while to get over the trauma that was incurred via that incident. Luckily, I had two weeks left till my next school year at Smeltings.
With Harry gone, the house quieted down and life quickly returned to normal.
Thoughts?
~Moldy
