A/N: Thanks Escritora, for the large T-shirt description… :).. thank ya'll
for reading…. It kind seems fake in this chapter… But what can be more
outlandish than a wizarding academy? Hope you don't mind, it'll be more…
normal next chapter, I just had to add this twist in… its crucial, I
promise! R+R!!!!
Disclaimer: Even though Harry Potter is totally and completely awesome, I don't own him.
"You'd better not let your father hear that word. Close the door."
The door closed quietly, and he smiled. "I'm serious, I think I'm magical."
I rolled my eyes.
"Harry, how do you want me to prove it to you?"
I sighed, and thought a moment. I never ever expected this conversation to take place; I was not at all prepared. Fortunately, I remembered that I always kept my Easy Spells: for Beginners book on my cupboard shelf.
"Dudley, on the shelf behind you, there's a red book—hand it to me."
He tried to turn around to face the shelf, but as he had noticed when he first walked in, he had no room to move. He was so overweight that he was stuck, unable to turn just to reach the shelf directly behind him.
"It's alright, I'll get it," I leaned over him, and grabbed the book off the shelf, and plopped back on my bed.
Fervently, I began flipping through the pages, a brilliant idea in mind.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Don't worry you'll like it," I looked up at him, "I mean- if you can do it."
Finally, I found the page, and handed the book to him.
"Easy Spells: Magick off 75 pounds," he read aloud, "What do I do?" he asked me.
"Keep reading, it'll tell you."
He looked back down at the page, and continued reading aloud. " ' Clear your mind of all other thoughts, and focus completely on the 75 pounds that will soon be gone.' Okay…" he closed his eyes, and concentrated. Then, he opened his eyes, and read again. " 'Recite this spell 3 times, and over the next 3 days you will gradually loose the weight.'" Dudley looked up at me, his hands fidgeting along the hem of his XXL T-shirt.
"That's all? Really, that's it?"
"Yup," I answered and he instantly looked relieved. There was a moment of silence, until I prompted him, "You have to recite the spell."
He cleared his throat, "Oh. Okay." He looked down at the page, "St-St-Styr- nr-ey…"
I tried to surpress a laugh, really I tried…
"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly.
"Y- you say it, it's…it's… stineret," I stifled between laughs.
He waited till I was done with my laughing fit, then continued, "Stineret, stineret, stineret."
Again, he looked up at me, expecting something to happen.
"So… that's it? That's really it?? That seemed too easy."
"…That's why the book is called easy spells…"
"Okay, fine… but how do we know when it starts working?" he asked.
"Well, I guess we'll see," I closed the book, and handed it to him, "Put this back on the shelf for me?"
He turned with ease, and gently put the book back on the shelf.
"Ohmygosh…" I whispered, I couldn't believe what I had just seen… I was completely and totally dumbfounded.
"What?" he asked, obviously oblivious to the fact that 10 minutes earlier he hadn't even been able to move in the tight confines of the cupboard. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him, as he looked around his waist. Dudley turned around in circles a couple of times, and stopped facing me, his smile disappearing.
"What do we do now? What happens?"
"Well, knowing the ministry, they've already contacted Dumbledore." I thought for a minute about what would happen past that, and realized I didn't really know. Something else dawned on my though, "…I don't think your mum and dad will be to pleased…"
As if on cue, two owls flew in through the window. I handed the two letters to Dudley, and gave both owls some of Hedwig's food and water.
I turned back to see Dudley sitting on the floor comfortably reading one of the letters.
He looked up at me and read:
"Dudley Dursley,
When you were younger, we at Hogwarts did indeed expect you to develop magical powers. But, as you never showed any signs prior, we did not admit you to the Academy. You have never demonstrated magical powers before, and under normal circumstances we would not even consider taking you in so late in your teenage years. At the current time though, we are in desperate need of strong wizards and witches on the light side. For this reason, I will give you special permission to accompany Harry as a 5th year to Hogwarts next year., for your safety and protection. This will definitely be difficult, so I will entrust Harry to tutor you over the summer break.
I'm sure that Harry can explain all, or most of this to you….
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore"
He finished and had a wide smile on his face, while I had a large frown. "Me? Be your tutor?" His smile became even broader at my disappointment. "Anyway," I said ignoring his rude reaction, "We can't stay here, if I'm teaching you magic. Vernon'll flip… you know it."
He shrugged it off, and made no suggestions, he just continued with his own train of thought. "Wonder who the other letters from…" he asked himself, as he began to open it.
I admit his blasé attitude had me panicking, what was he plotting? And didn't he care that he'd flunk out of Hogwarts if I couldn't tutor him?
He read the first line of the letter, and sighed, " It's for you."
I quickly read the letter, and relief washed over me.
"Pack your bags, Dudley, we're going to the Burrow."
Disclaimer: Even though Harry Potter is totally and completely awesome, I don't own him.
"You'd better not let your father hear that word. Close the door."
The door closed quietly, and he smiled. "I'm serious, I think I'm magical."
I rolled my eyes.
"Harry, how do you want me to prove it to you?"
I sighed, and thought a moment. I never ever expected this conversation to take place; I was not at all prepared. Fortunately, I remembered that I always kept my Easy Spells: for Beginners book on my cupboard shelf.
"Dudley, on the shelf behind you, there's a red book—hand it to me."
He tried to turn around to face the shelf, but as he had noticed when he first walked in, he had no room to move. He was so overweight that he was stuck, unable to turn just to reach the shelf directly behind him.
"It's alright, I'll get it," I leaned over him, and grabbed the book off the shelf, and plopped back on my bed.
Fervently, I began flipping through the pages, a brilliant idea in mind.
"What exactly are you looking for?"
"Don't worry you'll like it," I looked up at him, "I mean- if you can do it."
Finally, I found the page, and handed the book to him.
"Easy Spells: Magick off 75 pounds," he read aloud, "What do I do?" he asked me.
"Keep reading, it'll tell you."
He looked back down at the page, and continued reading aloud. " ' Clear your mind of all other thoughts, and focus completely on the 75 pounds that will soon be gone.' Okay…" he closed his eyes, and concentrated. Then, he opened his eyes, and read again. " 'Recite this spell 3 times, and over the next 3 days you will gradually loose the weight.'" Dudley looked up at me, his hands fidgeting along the hem of his XXL T-shirt.
"That's all? Really, that's it?"
"Yup," I answered and he instantly looked relieved. There was a moment of silence, until I prompted him, "You have to recite the spell."
He cleared his throat, "Oh. Okay." He looked down at the page, "St-St-Styr- nr-ey…"
I tried to surpress a laugh, really I tried…
"What's so funny?" he asked indignantly.
"Y- you say it, it's…it's… stineret," I stifled between laughs.
He waited till I was done with my laughing fit, then continued, "Stineret, stineret, stineret."
Again, he looked up at me, expecting something to happen.
"So… that's it? That's really it?? That seemed too easy."
"…That's why the book is called easy spells…"
"Okay, fine… but how do we know when it starts working?" he asked.
"Well, I guess we'll see," I closed the book, and handed it to him, "Put this back on the shelf for me?"
He turned with ease, and gently put the book back on the shelf.
"Ohmygosh…" I whispered, I couldn't believe what I had just seen… I was completely and totally dumbfounded.
"What?" he asked, obviously oblivious to the fact that 10 minutes earlier he hadn't even been able to move in the tight confines of the cupboard. Suddenly it seemed to dawn on him, as he looked around his waist. Dudley turned around in circles a couple of times, and stopped facing me, his smile disappearing.
"What do we do now? What happens?"
"Well, knowing the ministry, they've already contacted Dumbledore." I thought for a minute about what would happen past that, and realized I didn't really know. Something else dawned on my though, "…I don't think your mum and dad will be to pleased…"
As if on cue, two owls flew in through the window. I handed the two letters to Dudley, and gave both owls some of Hedwig's food and water.
I turned back to see Dudley sitting on the floor comfortably reading one of the letters.
He looked up at me and read:
"Dudley Dursley,
When you were younger, we at Hogwarts did indeed expect you to develop magical powers. But, as you never showed any signs prior, we did not admit you to the Academy. You have never demonstrated magical powers before, and under normal circumstances we would not even consider taking you in so late in your teenage years. At the current time though, we are in desperate need of strong wizards and witches on the light side. For this reason, I will give you special permission to accompany Harry as a 5th year to Hogwarts next year., for your safety and protection. This will definitely be difficult, so I will entrust Harry to tutor you over the summer break.
I'm sure that Harry can explain all, or most of this to you….
Signed,
Albus Dumbledore"
He finished and had a wide smile on his face, while I had a large frown. "Me? Be your tutor?" His smile became even broader at my disappointment. "Anyway," I said ignoring his rude reaction, "We can't stay here, if I'm teaching you magic. Vernon'll flip… you know it."
He shrugged it off, and made no suggestions, he just continued with his own train of thought. "Wonder who the other letters from…" he asked himself, as he began to open it.
I admit his blasé attitude had me panicking, what was he plotting? And didn't he care that he'd flunk out of Hogwarts if I couldn't tutor him?
He read the first line of the letter, and sighed, " It's for you."
I quickly read the letter, and relief washed over me.
"Pack your bags, Dudley, we're going to the Burrow."