Here is the next chapter of my story. Please read and review love Sag x
In the morning Harry woke up early to a nice cooked breakfast curtesy of Tilly. He had two sausages, two rashers, one fried egg, two slices of toast and a few mushrooms. As it was a weekend she was treating him and he knew it but she would insure he always ate well during the week. These things were about balance something the Dursleys obviously had no idea about. They overfed their son so much he almost morbidly obese for someone his age. The doctor had told Petunia to cut his food portion sizes down and when he'd thrown a massive tantrum she'd given in to his crocodile tears and given him the chocolate bars he'd asked for. He'd wanted three of them and boy did he get them. One of which automatically went to Harry curtesy of Tilly. As Dudley saw that he now had only two bars he assumed Petunia had forgotten to give him the third one shocked when she said she didn't actually have any more of them. He threw himself on the floor kicking and screaming, throwing himself around and generally looking like a fool. Petunia panicked and in a snap decision decided they were all going out to eat breakfast.
Vernon was furious when he woke up. He'd had one too many last night and was severely hungover. For the first time in his life he actually snapped at Dudley. "Dudley my head hurts now shut up and get in the car! We'll get you whatever the hell you like just shut the hell up! Freak! Here are my car keys. I warn you now it's filthy. I expect it to gleam and shine when I get back tonight. It's in the garage. I don't want the neighbours seeing it now do I?" he snapped punching the wall beside Harry and putting a hole in it. OUCH MY FUCKING HAND! FIX THAT FUCKING WALL YOU LITTLE SHIT! He shouted as he left shivering and clutching his hand. Petunia asked him what was wrong with him but he just gave her an icy glare, grabbed his jacket and slammed the front door shut. Vernon was always a jackass to everyone when he was hungover. In the car Dudley was stunned he'd been shouted at so much so that he couldn't bring himself to continue to scream and cry. He just sat there motionless in utter awe. He jumped when Vernon entered the car and further shouted at him to close his damn mouth lest he catch flies whilst complaining that they had no coke in Petunia's car. Why did Petunia never have anything remotely cool in her car? She gave him bottle water and he scowled deeply at it whilst taking some pain meds for his headache. If this didn't get better he'd seriously punch someone.
As Harry watched them drive away he exhaled in relief once he was entirely sure they were actually gone. He entered the garage and told Tilly he was looking forward to organising Vernon's car for him. He had said the organisation would clear his mind. Tilly instead set about washing all of the windows inside and outside the house. It would take her quite the while to perfect as he told her to take her time when doing it and she was just happy to have been useful to him. Taking her time to do the task was also relaxing for her as an elf as it meant she could work but do so at her own pace, a luxury denied to many elves. On her way upstairs to begin she repaired the hole Vernon had put in the wall on his way out just relieved it wasn't Harry he'd actually hit. Actually it had meant to be Harry but he'd miscalculated over being so hungover and hit the wall instead by accident freaking out and ordering him to cover it up again. Actually Vernon was angry because he'd missed and also hurt his hand which now ached as well as his head.
Harry entered the garage and grimaced. The outside of Vernon's car had a light layer of mud on the bottom which was fine but then he saw the interior and shuddered. It didn't smell good either. Vernon had obviously been drinking some kind of fizzy drink which he had somehow managed to spill all over his dashboard and centre console. It was all sticky gross to the touch. His glove box was full to bursting with receipts as well so much so that it wouldn't even close properly. Harry entered the house to get a bowl which he filled with hot water and soap and took a sponge out from under the sink. He placed the sponge into the water and rung it out a few times and sat there gently cleaning the dashboard and the centre console. It would seem he'd somehow managed to miss his seat a mean feat for a whale like Vernon. As Harry thought of Vernon being a whale he chuckled to himself. As he dried off the car's interior after getting all of the stickiness off of it he now turned his attention to the receipts inside the glove compartment. Grabbing an unused shopping bag in the kitchen he loaded them inside it and brought the whole thing inside.
Whilst eating his lunch which Tilly had made for him he went through them reading each one with joy. It was certainly interesting to see where Vernon had been spending his money. It looked like he'd been in Secrets in Streatham the other week. It was a strip club well known in England and he'd found out about it the last time when he'd heard some men discussing it locally whilst he'd been travelling through the tube lines the summer after his fifth year. It had sounded interesting and so he'd followed the men there blagging his way in somehow and was both stunned and disgusted when he got inside. He could see all these middle aged creeps leering at the naked women as they danced. One of the girls had approached him and told him for a cute fee of one hundred pounds she'd go all the way with him and while her rather enormous boobs had highly excited him he felt sick being there and had said he'd needed to leave and left in a hurry. Was it all that surprising to find out that his uncle was one of those middle age creeps, in all honesty it wasn't. He knew Vernon would do anything to get the deal and if a client wished to go there he would go there.
He took the receipt for secrets and left it on Petunia's dressing table. This was like lighting a firework and letting it go off. Besides which he'd spent one hundred and fifty five pounds in there so hearing him explain that or attempt to explain it would indeed be very funny. He wondered how creative Vernon could become to get out of it. Vernon, he was able to work out from these receipts was spending roughly two hundred a month on fast food for himself, alcohol for himself and sweets for Dudley. In fact one hundred of those pounds went solely on sweets for Dudley which must really have hit the pockets hard. He did find a crumpled up payslip in there which he was stunned to find at all. He'd have assumed Vernon would have filed that away but he hadn't done so. He saw that Vernon made one thousand four hundred pounds a month. It was enough to sustain his family and leave him enough money to obviously play around in Secrets which Harry had ascertained he'd done more than once. In fact he'd done so eight times. He scattered those receipts throughout the house placing them in random places for Petunia to find at different times and chuckled to himself. Two trash bags of sweet wrappers, fizzy drink bottles, fast foods and their wrappers later and Harry was done. Vernon was not wrong his car was a hot mess but Harry had cleaned it and felt good. Organising things had always helped his mind to feel good. Tilly had made the windows gleam too and it was good.
To satisfy his curiosity and because he had plenty of time left before they would return home he searched through Dudley's room for anything interesting and gasped when he found a designer handbag of Petunia's that she had lost ages ago and been very angry about as it was her favourite one ever. It was loaded with stolen money Dudley had obviously pinched from his parents when they weren't looking. He placed it inside her wardrobe after he'd spilled some coke all over it and smudged some chocolate on the interior. As he never got any of these things it would be obvious to Petunia who had damaged her bag. He took out the money asking Tilly to put it somewhere safe and keep it for him to use later on. Checking the time and seeing that he still had plenty of time he headed out with said money asking Tilly to pop him to a cinema in Brixton where he knew he'd not be seen so he could watch a movie. She was instructed to follow the Dursley's around all day and come and get him should they return home early suddenly. He entered the cinema and got himself some popcorn, spicy nuts and a drink. He decided to view a Disney movie he'd never heard of before as he'd never seen one in his life. It was called Oliver and Company and it looked very good.
An hour and a half later he was done and felt great. He went to the bathroom being sure he wasn't seen by anyone. Once there he entered the disabled toilet and called for Tilly. "Tilly come here please. If we go shopping now for some food in the muggle grocery shop do you think you can store it somewhere safely the Dursleys can't get it?" he asked as she appeared there making him smile. She had designed herself a cream dress using an old cream silk pillowcase she had found in the back of the Dursley's linen cupboard. She looked so cool in it.
"Yes sir we can do that. I can store them myself somewhere safe and they will be good. We can go now there is a shop near here" she said taking his hand and popping him behind the local Tesco store. He went in and got himself a trolley. Thankfully for him Dudley had been stealing money for ages and had amassed five hundred pounds for him to use. He entered the shop buying various vegetables, canned goods, meats, cereals, multivitamins and snacks. He had bought himself enough food to last many months in terms of non-perishables and felt great. It did cost three hundred pounds but considering they'd never spent a penny on him in his life asides from his school dinners he deserved it. Before returning home he had Tilly put the food away and then went to Pizza hut. He had heard before how good it was and wanted to see for himself. He got weird looks when he went in by himself but when he told them his mum had allowed him to come here by himself for the first time and he was excited about it they allowed him to get a table there. He ordered a pepperoni pizza and a drink and thoroughly enjoyed the taste of both. He got a scrumptious chocolate brownie at the end but had to rush as the Dursleys were on their way home. He arrived home ten minutes before them. It had been a wonderful day and he was so happy.
Vernon carefully opened the door with a smile. He too now felt better. He'd forgotten about the hole he'd put in the wall thanks to Tilly. He went to the garage to look at his car stunned not only at its beauty but the scream Petunia let out from their bedroom upstairs. He ran as fast as a walrus can run up the stairs and was out of puff by the time he got to the top.
"Pet what is it?" he asked bent over catching his breath as she came out of their room looking furious.
"Either you've gotten careless as you've aged or something is seriously wrong. Vernon Michael Dursley you explain this at once and what the hell is this?" she said thrusting a receipt into his hands and exclaiming as she pulled her now soiled favourite handbag from the wardrobe. Seeing the chocolate stains and the coke all over it was the very last straw for her. Despite how much she hated her nephew and his freakishness he never got chocolate much less coke from them so it had to have been Dudley who had messed up her bag. Her eyes filled with tears of confusion as she looked at the bag. Dudley knew she loved that bag why would he do this to her? He got everything he ever asked for. Had they missed something he'd wanted. He wasn't here now though as he was on a sleepover at Piers house. Vernon read the receipt his face losing all colour. How in the hell had she found this? Harry heard her scream upstairs and delighted in knowing Vernon might get into trouble.
"Well Pet the thing is that we were securing the Watson account and those men wanted to go here or we weren't going to get the deal at work. You know I idolise my job and don't like failing so I went there with them and of course had to buy them all some drinks. However I did get the deal. Please you have nothing to worry about!" he pleaded and Harry smirked downstairs. It was nice to hear Vernon being in the hot seat for a moment.
"Vernon I am not a fool although I obviously look like one to you. These are drinks yes but that there is a fifty pound lap dance. I mean come on it even says lap dance on it. For tonight you can sleep in Dudley's room while he's not here. Was your car cleaned at least?" she asked him as he floundered.
"It was one time a few weeks ago let's not ruin anything eh! Yes the car was fine. Scaring the little freak seems to be the way to go if you want a good job done. Did you tell him to do the windows because he obviously did! They were shining. Let me make this up to you the only way I know how. You like that now don't you?" he asked doing something she very obviously did like and making Harry shudder as Petunia started to moan and beg for more before he heard their bedroom door slam shut. As she found the rest of those types of receipts though she would be unable to ignore it which is what Harry hoped. It had been a great day.