It was an unfathomably humid day on Privet Drive. The adults of the
Dursley family were gone to the country club for the day, and Dudley was
out tormenting people with his friends for a while. The whole house was
Harry's until the Dursley's came home. Harry was lying on his bed under the
stairs when he felt a tremendous rumble nearing him like a charging
rhinoceros. Harry thought of all the terrible magical things that could
move the earth like that…., "Not many," he murmured, "In fact, it would
take a tidy amount of weight to make an entire house tremble like this."
Harry sank his head onto his shoulders, glancing at the cupboard door
nervously. His memory flitted back to his previous years at Hogwarts, a
school of Wizardry. He winced as he remembered some horrible encounters
with creatures of size…His voice shook, "Maybe Voldemort sent a Horntail or
one of those giant spiders after me! Maybe he sent-" The cupboard door
shook violently on its hinges, and suddenly, burst open to reveal a red-
faced and out of breath Dudley. Harry laughed internally at the thought of
Dudley being as heavy as a Horntail. With a crazed look in his eye, Dudley
slammed the door and helplessly yelped, "Hide me!" before he dived under
the covers of Harry's bed.
"Dudley! Get your sulfurous feet out of my bed!" Harry yelled at him. Dudley cowered beneath the covers and feebly attempted to tell his story.
"I was throwing rock at the street+ signs with my friends when they decided throwing stones at houses was more fun! Well, you know how all the houses on Privet Drive look the same, right Harry?"
"Yes, Dudley, they all look the same. What's bugging you?"
"Great, you understand! Hopefully Mum and Dad will let it slide…"
"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded, "Tell me or get out before I send the spiders in here after you!"
"Well, when we got to Privet Drive, I figured that since our house is 4 Privet Drive, our house was the fourth house on the street."
"Continue," Harry sighed mockingly, enjoying Dudley's anguish.
"So, my friends and I stoned every house on the street except for the fourth one, which I thought was ours. Well, it wasn't. None of the stones I threw did any damage to the other houses, but by George, throw a pebble at your own house and it breaks the front window."
"Wow, you're in a mess," Harry smiled, "Better think of something quick, because Your Mum and Dad will be home soon, and they'll be oh so angry when they find out their precious little Duddy broke the front window!"
"Dudley! Get your sulfurous feet out of my bed!" Harry yelled at him. Dudley cowered beneath the covers and feebly attempted to tell his story.
"I was throwing rock at the street+ signs with my friends when they decided throwing stones at houses was more fun! Well, you know how all the houses on Privet Drive look the same, right Harry?"
"Yes, Dudley, they all look the same. What's bugging you?"
"Great, you understand! Hopefully Mum and Dad will let it slide…"
"What are you talking about?" Harry demanded, "Tell me or get out before I send the spiders in here after you!"
"Well, when we got to Privet Drive, I figured that since our house is 4 Privet Drive, our house was the fourth house on the street."
"Continue," Harry sighed mockingly, enjoying Dudley's anguish.
"So, my friends and I stoned every house on the street except for the fourth one, which I thought was ours. Well, it wasn't. None of the stones I threw did any damage to the other houses, but by George, throw a pebble at your own house and it breaks the front window."
"Wow, you're in a mess," Harry smiled, "Better think of something quick, because Your Mum and Dad will be home soon, and they'll be oh so angry when they find out their precious little Duddy broke the front window!"