"Harry!" "Harry Potter!"
Aunt Petunia winced and a greenish-brown looking tomato slipped from her hands to then make a sickening splat noise as it hit the floor.(she was making homemade tomato sauce for her dieting son)
"Vernon!" Petunia Dursley said sharply. "Must you say the name so much?!"
"I'm sorry, but whenever that boys not around nothing unusual ever happens!" Vernon shot back. " And at this moment there is a giant red colored stain on the sofa!!".
The Dursleys were probably the most ordinary un-imaginative family that ever existed.
To them it was day or night, normal or abnormal and there was nowhere in between. If there was a scratch on the side view mirror of their car or if a regular TV show was canceled they would blame it on Harry.
"HARRY!" "I'm going to go get that boy!" Vernon said, his face turning beat red as he marched up the stairs, only to march back down, dragging Harry behind him. Vernon pulled Harry into the living room and shoved him in front of the sofa. "What is this boy?" "Damn boy! What is this?!" Vernon yelled in fury.
"I don't know" Harry replied calmly.
Harry knew perfectly were it had came from, it had came from Dudly (Vernon and Petunia's extremely fat son) who had eaten an entire box of "Cherry-Lips Chocolates" while watching "Jerry Springer". Dudly had snuck the box of candy into the house squashed into one of his seemingly brand-new schoolbooks he never touched. But Harry wouldn't tell. Now he would have the threat of telling Mr. And Mrs. Dursley that Dudly had been sneaking food into the house, to get Dudly to leave him alone.
"Well boy, is that all you have to say?" Vernon shattered Harry's thoughts. "I know you did this!" He added menacingly.
"I didn't do it" Harry said again. "I couldn't have, I've been upstairs all morning"
Mr. Dursley started to speak again but then a thought seemed to cross his mind and he changed his mind. Vernon was undoubtedly thinking of Harry's godfather, an alleged escaped convict.
"Fine then, go back to your room." Vernon commanded sternly. Harry had just reached the stairs and was beginning to climb up to his room , when the doorbell rang and he paused. Petunia sighed and pushed open the door. Outside stood Charlie Weasley wearing a grin and dressed in a muggle mail carrier's clothing.