Angrily, Petunia Dursley slammed the front door of Privet Drive, making the foundations tremble. Dudley Dursley was sat in the front room of the unnaturally neat house watching the telly. The spoiled boy jumped as the door slammed and made sure to turn the TV down a little. He knew to keep out of his mother's way when she was on the warpath.
Vernon was cowering in the dark hole that was his study. He winced as the irate woman entered his (private) study.
"VERNON!" she yelled, consummated with fiery rage. "HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO POTTER!"
The coward whimpered in fear, giving no discernable answer.
"AS MUCH AS I HATE THE BOY, NOBODY DESERVES TO BE TREATED THAT BADLY! YOU MONSTER!"
Vernon muttered something under his breath.
"WHAT WAS THAT?"
"You had as much to do with it as I did." he grumbled.
Petunia staggered back, speechless.
"Yes, that's right." The evil man grinned, his eyes filled with a sick kind of glee. "It was your fault, mostly. You spent his monthly stipend on Dudley. You refused him meals. You made him do chores. It was all you!"
Petunia's eyes grew cold and hard. Her hands shook. Her heart pounded. Was it true? Was she the evil one?
A rational voice inside her head said calmly, Of course not. You never caused him pain.
Little did Petunia know there was more than just one kind of pain.
"I want a divorce." She spat, then turned on her heel and stormed out of the house.
Hello again! Sorry for not updating yesterday, I had no access to a computer. Please forgive me!
