Disclaimer: same as in previous chapters.
Magical diet
She couldn't take it anymore.
Enough wailing to buy him a chocolate. Enough sneaking in the night for a snack. Enough begging for a cake.
Petunia Dursley had enough, to the point when she resorted to solving the problem with magical means.
Obviously Harry didn't know any spells for that purpose, besides he wasn't allowed to use magic outside Hogwarts. But before he said anything, a crazy idea struck him... He owled Lupin, and a couple of days later he received a small package. Harry asked everyone to leave the kitchen, and opened the fridge.
"Come here, sweetheart... Hope you'll like your new home..."
Dudley was hungry.
He went to search for something edible.
Mrs. Figg, residing two streets away, clearly heard his shriek.
Albus Dumbledore stood over the cowering boy, handing him a letter addressed in green ink.
"How did you manage that?" Aunt Petunia asked Harry upon seeing her dearest son storming out of the kitchen.
"That was easy." Harry shooed the Dementor back into where it resided. "I installed a Boggart in the refrigerator."