Competition
I looked wistfully out the window. Hedwig had been gone less than 3 days but already I felt lonely. Sighing I went back to work - completing the holiday assigned by my many different teachers at Hogwarts.
"POTTER!" a voice howled. I started in surprise - quickly I looked at the time with a sinking feeling. It was 6:15 - almost time for the important guests to arrive.
"POTTER GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!" my uncle hollered. Sighing I traipsed down the stairs shoulders hunched ready to take the abuse that would surely fall my way again. Quickly I entered the living room ready to get this show over with.
"There you are Potter." My uncle growled his face still red from all the shouting. My cousin had been admitted to hospital three days earlier - he'd had a major heart attack. The doctors that tended Dudley had been furious and bawled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia out. They were still inclined to believe that he had been the cause of his cousin's heart attack - they certainly kept trying to shift the blame onto him. No matter how much he detested Dudley he couldn't help feeling sorry for him - his size had become life threatening as the doctors had said over and over again - the heart attack had arisen because Dudley's body couldn't cope anymore.
"You will go upstairs and change into something decent for our guests. You'll have to take Dudley's place." Uncle Vernon hissed. I stared at him amazement. 'What is he? Insane?'
"You will be on your best behaviour at all times. Not a word of your unnaturalness. You will stay quiet unless spoken to directly. Do you understand me Potter?" he growled his piggy eyes bored into mine.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." I replied coolly. Slowly I marched back the way I had come. Once in my room I quickly changed into clothing I had just brought that summer with Hermione. All it had taken was a few subtle threats to get the Dursleys to agree. My Godfather was still at large - still blamed for the murder of my parents. He'd done so much for the Order of the Phoenix - yet he was still considered a dangerous fellon. Perfect for getting the Dursleys to agree with anything I wanted them to let me do. Sighing I shook my head as I looked at myself in the mirror - my black jeans went well with my silky green shirt. The green shirt set off the colour of my eyes and also set off the tan I had acquired that summer working outdoors. I'd lost a bit of weight and needed a belt to hold my pants in place - green to match the outfit. I also wore the contacts Hermione had suggested in place of those awful glasses. Quickly I applied a brush to my unruly hair but to no avail. It was as annoying as ever.
"Harry. Come out at once. The Lasyens are here and wish to meet you." Aunt Petunia snapped softly. "And for God's sake do something about your hair."
I had just come out of the room. I rolled my eyes but tried uselessly to flatten my hair with my hands.
"Mr and Mrs Lasyen I'd like to introduce you to my nephew, Harry. The one I was telling you about." My uncle said with a fake smile. I suppressed a smirk at the 'happy family' attitude he was insinuating.
"Pleased to meet you Harry." Mr Lasyen said pumping my hand up and down. He had a weird accent - quite harsh to the ears. His tan put mine to shame. His thick brown hair had natural golden highlights - the envy of any young lady, as were the slate grey eyes. He was tall and muscular and obviously didn't know his own strength.
"On honour sir." I said politely wincing as he finally released my hand. I smoothly kissed the hand of his beautiful wife. Tall, blonde and grey eyed. Quite an eyeful.
"Vernon. Petunia. Harry. I'd like to introduce you to my youngest - Raine." My Laysen grinning jovially. Behind his big frame stepped a stunning girl about my age.
'Wow' was my last coherent thought as I looked into her eyes.
This has nothing to do with any of J.K.Rowlings published works. So I gather you get the drift - I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Please review.
I looked wistfully out the window. Hedwig had been gone less than 3 days but already I felt lonely. Sighing I went back to work - completing the holiday assigned by my many different teachers at Hogwarts.
"POTTER!" a voice howled. I started in surprise - quickly I looked at the time with a sinking feeling. It was 6:15 - almost time for the important guests to arrive.
"POTTER GET DOWN HERE NOW!!!" my uncle hollered. Sighing I traipsed down the stairs shoulders hunched ready to take the abuse that would surely fall my way again. Quickly I entered the living room ready to get this show over with.
"There you are Potter." My uncle growled his face still red from all the shouting. My cousin had been admitted to hospital three days earlier - he'd had a major heart attack. The doctors that tended Dudley had been furious and bawled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia out. They were still inclined to believe that he had been the cause of his cousin's heart attack - they certainly kept trying to shift the blame onto him. No matter how much he detested Dudley he couldn't help feeling sorry for him - his size had become life threatening as the doctors had said over and over again - the heart attack had arisen because Dudley's body couldn't cope anymore.
"You will go upstairs and change into something decent for our guests. You'll have to take Dudley's place." Uncle Vernon hissed. I stared at him amazement. 'What is he? Insane?'
"You will be on your best behaviour at all times. Not a word of your unnaturalness. You will stay quiet unless spoken to directly. Do you understand me Potter?" he growled his piggy eyes bored into mine.
"Yes Uncle Vernon." I replied coolly. Slowly I marched back the way I had come. Once in my room I quickly changed into clothing I had just brought that summer with Hermione. All it had taken was a few subtle threats to get the Dursleys to agree. My Godfather was still at large - still blamed for the murder of my parents. He'd done so much for the Order of the Phoenix - yet he was still considered a dangerous fellon. Perfect for getting the Dursleys to agree with anything I wanted them to let me do. Sighing I shook my head as I looked at myself in the mirror - my black jeans went well with my silky green shirt. The green shirt set off the colour of my eyes and also set off the tan I had acquired that summer working outdoors. I'd lost a bit of weight and needed a belt to hold my pants in place - green to match the outfit. I also wore the contacts Hermione had suggested in place of those awful glasses. Quickly I applied a brush to my unruly hair but to no avail. It was as annoying as ever.
"Harry. Come out at once. The Lasyens are here and wish to meet you." Aunt Petunia snapped softly. "And for God's sake do something about your hair."
I had just come out of the room. I rolled my eyes but tried uselessly to flatten my hair with my hands.
"Mr and Mrs Lasyen I'd like to introduce you to my nephew, Harry. The one I was telling you about." My uncle said with a fake smile. I suppressed a smirk at the 'happy family' attitude he was insinuating.
"Pleased to meet you Harry." Mr Lasyen said pumping my hand up and down. He had a weird accent - quite harsh to the ears. His tan put mine to shame. His thick brown hair had natural golden highlights - the envy of any young lady, as were the slate grey eyes. He was tall and muscular and obviously didn't know his own strength.
"On honour sir." I said politely wincing as he finally released my hand. I smoothly kissed the hand of his beautiful wife. Tall, blonde and grey eyed. Quite an eyeful.
"Vernon. Petunia. Harry. I'd like to introduce you to my youngest - Raine." My Laysen grinning jovially. Behind his big frame stepped a stunning girl about my age.
'Wow' was my last coherent thought as I looked into her eyes.
This has nothing to do with any of J.K.Rowlings published works. So I gather you get the drift - I Do Not Own Harry Potter.
Please review.