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The Secret Lives of the Dursleys
Instead of going immediately to Dumbledore, Harry went to meet with Ron and Hermione, his best friends. Hermione told him anxiously, "Harry, go right away to Dumbledore! He'll know what to do! Seriously, Harry, something bad might happen!"
Ron laughed. "Calm down, Hermione! You really trust Malfoy? Come on! He's probably laughing at us right now! If we go to Dumbledore, Malfoy will have enough material to taunt us until we graduate!"
Hermione frowned adoringly at her boyfriend. She loved bickering with him. "Honestly, Ron! If we don't believe him, and it's true, then Voldemort with attack us before anyone knows what happened! Lots of people could die, just because we don't like Malfoy!"
Ron snorted. "Yeah, we should just ignore everything he's done to us over the past five years and think he's gone against his evil father, just in case. Great idea. Wonderful. Let's make fools of ourselves now! Let's go to Dumbledore's office right away!"
Hermione was about to reply with a good comeback when Harry broke in.
"Ron, remember last year? Remember when Voldemort came back to power? You weren't there, but he was ready to kill me. Nothing could have stopped him. He's probably come up with an extremely cunning plan already. We can't take any chances."
And, almost as if they could read each other's minds, all three headed for the exit, towards the headmaster's office.
***
(Flashback)
Two little girls were having a tea party in a garden. They were wearing flowered sundresses and pink hats. The older one, Lily, was obviously in charge. She bossed Petunia around and told her exactly what game they were playing. At the moment they were playing "The Well Behaved Game", a game their mother had taught them. They were trying to drink their tea with good manners, but the oldest girl kept spilling hers and dropping the teacup. Whenever she did, she bent down to get it, and her hat would fall off. Her red hair would fly everywhere, making her sister giggle. When that happened, Lily frowned at her frizzy hair. Suddenly her hair was done, perfectly in pigtails. She smiled proudly. Her little sister shrieked in surprise. Petunia tried to magically fix her own hair, but it didn't seem to work. She started to cry and run in the house, babbling incoherently about magical tricks Lily was doing. Their mother came out, holding Petunia in her arms, and scolded Lily for telling her sister stories about doing magic. "Magic," their mother said sternly to the seven-year-old, "is not real, and playing it is silly." She left Lily alone in the garden with the teacups still full. Frustrated and angry, she watched the teacups, one by one, smash themselves against the table. Lily smiled. She liked being able to do things like that. She knew, somehow, that magic WAS real.
***
Harry, Hermione and Ron walked quickly to Dumbledore's office. They started randomly listing Muggle and wizard candies for the password. It finally opened on "Snickers."
"What's Snickers?" asked Ron, puzzled.
They rushed into his office and found . . .Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle. They were rolling on the floor laughing out loud.
Malfoy composed himself and smirked at the three, barely able to contain his laughter. "You actually FELL for that?" he snorted. "I didn't really think you were THAT stupid!"
"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe!" said Crabbe.
"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" said Goyle.
"Yer stupid," said Goyle, checking with Malfoy to see if that was the right thing to say.
"What he said!" said Crabbe.
Harry hardly ever got mad. He usually got annoyed by Malfoy, but rarely mad. In this case he was very angry. He whispered something to Ron and Hermione, and they nodded. They stood there for a few minutes, listening to the Slytherins chuckle.
Suddenly, Ron and Harry tackled Malfoy. Hermione did a 'Charlie's Angels' thing and knocked both Crabbe and Goyle unconscious in one blow. Ron and Harry were still struggling with Malfoy, so Hermione strolled casually over and socked him in the jaw. Unceremoniously she shoved all three out of the room. Harry and Ron gaped at her. She smiled proudly.
On their way back to the common room Harry and Hermione apologized to Ron for not listening to him. Harry said loudly, "I'll never ever ever again even think about believing anything Malfoy says."
Little did they know a mysterious figure in a black cloak was listening to every word they said. When they stepped into the Gryffindor common room, the figure grinned an evil grin. "Perfect," he hissed. "Perfect."
***
Draco Malfoy had a sore jaw. It hurt. "Stupid Mudblood," he said angrily. "I wonder why my dad wanted me to tell Potter that Voldemort was coming." He sighed. "I guess he had a good reason. Oh well."
***
Petunia Dursley went up to the attic to clean it out, something she had been putting off for a long time. She began absentmindedly pulled objects out of an old chest. There was an old clock that had stopped at 5:18, a packet of papers dated six years ago, and an upside-down picture frame.
She almost tossed the frame into the junk pile, but on second thought she turned it over and studied the picture. After a moment she recognized the picture and her eyes filled with unshed tears.
It was a wizard picture, so the people in it were moving. There was a little girl with golden pigtails sitting in a highchair. She was laughing and flinging baby food everywhere. A pretty brunette woman was trying to control her daughter. She smiled at the camera, pulled out her wand and muttered a spell. The baby food was cleaned off the floor at once. The little girl laughed and flung some more food.
Petunia hurriedly wiped her eyes and put the frame lovingly back into the chest.