"Is my precious little boy ready to get up yet?" Petunia called. Dudley groaned and rolled over, covering his face with his blanket.
"It is not morning yet," he thought.
"Whenever you are ready my little Diddums, breakfast and presents are downstairs on the table." Dudley's eyes shot open. Presents. He dashed downstairs, ready to start his day.
Harry stood at the stove, carefully trying not to burn the bacon while Dudley started counting his presents.
"Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father. "That's two less than last year."
"How dare they try to short me on presents! It is MY day." Dudley thought, ignoring his mother's frantic pleas that there really were thirty-seven and he would get more while they were out. All he cared was that they were ruining his day. HIS day. Not enough presents. If they didn't care enough to get him what he deserved he would just…
"Sweetums, what's wrong?" Petunia asked frantically. Dudley's face was turning red.
"What's WRONG? You try to give me TWO less presents than last year and you want to know what's WRONG!"
"Darling, mummy said she would get you more-" She was cut off by a loud POP as the table full of presents exploded and confetti rained down.
"Boy!" Vernon shouted, turning to Harry angrily, "What did you mean by that… that EXPLOSION? Are you trying to ruin Dudley's day? Stupid brat, I should've left you on the street" Vernon grabbed Harry by the ear and dragged him to the cupboard.
"But uncle, I didn't DO anything. I was cooking the bacon, well, at least until it got paper and stuff on it…" Harry knew he hadn't done anything. Normally when weird stuff happened to him, he at least noticed it. Harry had been ignoring Dudley's whining this morning, trying to be good in hopes of not being locked in his cupboard for the next week.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
"Oh dear, that must be his little friends!" Petunia rushed over to open the door and was greeted by a strange woman. She wore her grey hair up in a tight bun, but her clothing was anything but normal. Long red robes flowed down almost to the floor, and on top of her head was a pointed hat, like children wear at Halloween.
"Hello, I am Professor McGonagall, from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I was sent to investigate a report about accidental magic. I understand Harry Potter lives here, correct?" Petunia nodded silently. This person was one of them."Good, may I speak with him?" McGonagall knew she had to tread cautiously. She knew Petunia was aware of the wizard world, but was uncertain how she felt about it.
"Harry! Get out here NOW." Petunia looked around the neighborhood worriedly, afraid her neighbors would see the strange visitor.
"Yes?" Harry asked quietly, afraid to say anything for fear of earning another week in his cupboard.
"Harry, dear, did you…make something happen a few minutes ago? Perhaps a large explosion?" McGonagall asked gently, unsure of how much the Dursleys had explained to him.
"I didn't do anything, why do I always get blamed for everything?" Harry shouted.
McGonagall pulled out her wand. "Would you mind if I do a little test?" Harry backed away quickly.
"I didn't DO it! Please don't hit me," the boy pleaded pathetically. "I didn't. I was just cooking breakfast; I didn't even see what happened. Dudley was yelling, then POP!"
McGonagall waved her wand- white sparks floated over Harry's head. "No, I see you haven't done any magic in at least a week," she murmured, "but then who made the explosion? Where is this Dudley you mentioned, could I see him?"
"No you may not!" Petunia shouted, "My precious little boy did nothing wrong, and you and your kind are to stay away from him!" McGonagall hated reversal duty, parents were always afraid of letting people interview their children. The accidental magic reversal squad had been swamped with cases this morning, and she had been asked to help, as a Hogwart's professor, she was required to agree unless involved in other official duties.
"I am afraid that is not your choice. Once a witch or wizard does accidental magic, we are required to investigate. At the very least, I must ascertain what happened and ensure that the boy is no danger to himself or others. Now, where is he?" McGonagall looked around, and noticed a very large boy trying to hide under the remains of the table in the kitchen. "Hello, Dudley? I am going to perform a spell on you, to find out whether you are the cause of all this." She didn't need this boy screaming and hiding, muggle parents were overly protective enough. She waved her wand and bright red sparks flew out over the boy. "Was this the first time you did magic Dudley?"
The boy was shaking, glaring up at the red stars floating over his head "I didn't mean to do anything, I was just mad because they tried to not give me enough presents…" Dudley stared at the ground. This woman managed to make him feel horribly guilty just by looking at him.
"Well, then, congratulations. You are a wizard Dudley!" McGonagall announced, noticing the look of shock on his face and horror on his mother's. "Now, Petunia, do you have funds available to send the boy to Hogwarts, or will he need a scholarship?" Muggle parents frequently resisted sending their children to Hogwarts, but the children were required to attend at least through their third year so they could prevent accidental magic. Scholarships were given by the Ministry of Magic to prevent horrible cases of accidental magic from untrained witches and wizards.
"I can tell you I am certainly NOT paying to send my son to a school run by FREAKS!" Vernon's face was purple, he could not believe that these freaks wanted to take his son.
"That is fine, as I said, there are scholarships available for those whose parents cannot or will not pay."
"Maybe you misunderstood me. He is NOT going. My son is not a freak."
McGonagall was angry. People like HIM are what caused the wizard world to go into hiding. "No, Mr. Dursley, he is NOT a freak. He is a wizard!"
This seemed like the best place to stop so if you wanna read more/ask questions/comment, please review. This has been floating around in my head for a while and I finally have a little time to write
