Harry was sitting on his bed in his room working on an essay on Venomous Tentacula when he heard a huge roar and shriek from downstairs. Rolling his eyes, he closed his Herbology book and went downstairs, just to find his Aunt Petunia and cousin Dudley crouching against one of the walls while Uncle Vernon tried to shoo away a handsome, tawny owl wich bears a letter in one of its claws.
"That owl!" he boomed in rage at the sight of Harry.
"Hey, that must be a letter from Hog- I mean my school", Harry said, recognizing the green ink on the envelope.
"Take that letter of yours and make it get away!"
Harry glared at Uncle Vernon and went over to the owl. "Thanks. You're a bit early, though", he said, remembering that it was only the 25th of July. Usually, owls bearing his school list would only arrive at July 31st. The owl hooted and flew out of the window.
Uncle Vernon opened the door and looked around to see if anyone had seen an owl flying into his window. From his face Harry knew that nobody was around. Harry rolled his eyes again and went to the living room to read his letter. But he was very surprised to see that it was not addressed to him, but:
Mr. D. Dursley
Number Four, Privet Drive
Harry stared onto the envelope. Dudley? A wizard? Seriously? But then Harry remembered Uncle Vernon complaining about odd stuffs that always happens recently like flowers turning into beef bacons and the food floating by itself out from the fridge. He couldn't blame Harry, as he was out at his friend Ron's house for the past two weeks, so he treid to make it as hallucinations and all other sorts of make-up stories.
"Hey Dudley", he called as his porky cousin waddled across the room to switch on the television. "A letter for you."
Dudley looked at him with curious eyes and grasped the letter from his hand. He read the envelope and his face went white- perhaps because he saw the Hogwarts badge there.
"MUUUUUMMMM!!!" he shouted and ran out towards the kitchen. "MUUUUMMMMM, I got a letter from HARRY'S SCHOOL!!!!"
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"NEVER!!" Uncle Vernon shouted in so much rage Harry was sure the roof nearly fell. "I- NEVER-THOUGHT................ DUDLEY!!"
The Dursleys were in the kitchen, all too shock at the arrival of the letter. Harry was forced to sit there as well, and he tried to entertain himself by watching Dudley sobbing and Aunt Petunia's white face. Harry could tell that Aunt Petunia was pondering whether to comfort his son or not. Dudley is the apple of her eyes, but he's a WIZARD!
Uncle Vernon looked down to Dudley, then to Harry. His nostrils turned so purple Harry feared it would break. "Is this some kind of joke you're putting on Dudley?" he demanded angrily.
"I won't send anything that concerns my school without permission", Harry said. Then continued especially not you guys but only in his heart.
"Don't worry, Duddykins. Mummy won't send you to that school!" Aunt Petunia finally flung her arms around her son. "Would we, Vernon?"
Uncle Vernon didn't say anything. Hary knew what is in his mind. If he send Dudley to Hogwarts, he'd have to face the facts that he had given birth to a magic person- and Vernon Dursley never want another wizard to do with him. Having Harry was more than enough. But if he don't send his son to Hogwarts, he'll have to put up with flying object and unusual sights all through the years. And based on the experience with Harry...........................
"Where can we buy those spellbooks and wands?"
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